Curious Panda
Title: Curious Panda
Rating: PG
Pairing: GRi
Word Count: 906
Genre: Fluff-tastic, Comedy
Disclaimer: Nope.. I don't think you can own people. ;)
‘Sheesh, Seungri is pretty loco. How do you deal with that guy when he asks you why you don’t have a girlfriend even though you’re ripped or how do you get your hair to stand up when it’s getting so long and whether you can still see when you smile?!’
Jiyong smiled at Youngbae knowingly; he had found a pretty good way of dealing with it.
This is the first time he uses it.
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‘Hyung, why are all your songs so sad?’
I looked up from my computer desk to see Seungri lying across the bed nonchalantly, having just put down a book. I stared at him blankly and blinked a couple of times incredulously. He was forever asking questions at the most random times - he’d reel them off as if he had kept them bottled up the entire day, maybe he had.
‘I mean from our very debut; Lies, Haru Haru and don’t even get me started on Sunset Glow... how can a song that sad be set to such happy music and work?’
He counted them off on his fingers as he said his little speech all in one breath. It was obvious that he’d been thinking and nothing good ever came of the maknae thinking.
‘I hate this love song?’ he sang questioningly.
‘I have deep troubles maknae..’ I replied unthinkingly with a smile, curious to see how he would react.
‘Oh.’ He said quietly and quickly looked away to avoid my eyes. His mouth formed a small ‘O’ but barely any sound came out at all; looking genuinely worried, I felt a little bad then. You could practically see the little mechanical cogs turning in his head. He realised that he’d had his mouth open after a while and shut it.
‘Hyung. You know you can tell me your troubles right?’
He looked up then, staring earnestly at me. This had gotten too serious, too heavy all of a sudden.
‘I know.’
Another pause followed.
‘Do you want to?’
‘No.’
I turned back on my chair hoping that it was the end of our conversation but knowing that it wasn’t.
‘Why do you go out with so many women? I mean, amongst us, you have the most… scandals. You make out like it’s me but it’s actually you.’
I felt a bit guilty then, there was no bitterness in his voice.
‘You already asked me that, on Healing Camp nonetheless.’ I was too tired to put up much of an argument especially with the truth but I made the effort of giving him a grimace he couldn’t see anyway. I never said I was good at relationships. ‘Stop asking,’ I added.
‘But you never really answered.’ Without waiting for an answer he asked his next question, still looking at me unnervingly. ‘Do you like me hyung?’
‘Sure I do,' I said immediately; it was a reflex… few people reply with ‘I don’t like you,’ when someone asks. ‘That’s a silly question. Are you drunk, Seungri?’ I turned back around to see him looking almost comically serious, anything but drunk and felt a smile tug at the corner of my mouth.
This was not a two way street apparently, he immediately asked his next question. ‘Am I your favourite dongsaeng hyung? Do you like me more than Daesung?’
This required a little more thinking, or at least some feigned thinking.
‘I don’t know.’ I got up out of my chair and walked over to him, inspecting him.
He scowled at my elusive answer. I smiled.
‘Don’t do that; you’ll get wrinkly like Gaho. You’re not pretty when you think too much Seungri-ah. Now stop with the questions.’
He turned around and lay on his back looking up at me; scowl disappearing from his face softening into one of confusion. His arms were neatly on either side. As I leaned down I could feel him tensing, feeling vulnerable.
‘Hyung.. why won’t you answer?’ he ventured looking at me lazily. My arms were now on either side of his head, but he had not quite registered the situation.
A long pause followed as I made my way closer. ‘Are you going to ask another question?’
He stayed silent but looked at me questioningly.
‘Good,’ I replied leaning in further and kissing him as I held his face gently. I let my weight rest on him and I thought I could feel his heart beat just a little faster.His arms had since left their position, one venturing up my back whilst the other grabbed hold of my wrist by the side of his face. He had closed his eyes making me wonder whether his actions were subconscious but then he tilted his mouth upwards: all thinking left my mind as I licked his upper lip and he allowed me to kiss him. His lips were soft and delicate and warm. I could feel his eyelashes flutter against my cheek. The kiss evolved from something gentle and tender to something a little more desperate and fierce as I refused to pull away despite the need for oxygen.
When we finally separated I continued to hold myself over him.
I took a deep breath. ‘Does that answer your questions?’
‘Yeah.’ He replied gasping a little but now. His eyes were open again and he stared at me fixedly.
After a slight pause, where many of my own questions flew past my head with the main one being what the fuck had I just done?! I couldn’t help but ask my own, not entirely appropriate question - maybe it was a lack of oxygen.
‘Do you like my kisses Seungri-ah?’
Without hesitation, he dragged me down for another one.
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AN: Woo, I think I like this one far more than my other one, it’s more continuous and I don’t cringe while reading it... always a good sign. There’s even a hint of plot! Haha! That ending probably answered Jiyong’s questions and some of maknae's too ^^. Hope you liked it - my first time writing from a first person perspective (for fanfiction) Feel like working my way through the styles B).
Watched the whole of Healing Camp last night at 3AM. Boy my sleeping schedule is messed up well and truly now. I REGRET NOTHING lol :D Definitely recommend you watch it. Misskpopcookie on youtube has the whole thing with engsub.
Might have a go at a chaptered fic soon, I have an idea.