Sleep (TabiRi)
Jiyong groans for the umpteenth time slamming his fist on his mattress frustrated.
“Ugh SHUT UP!!” his voice borders past the wall.
“Uhn…nnn! Harder!!..Hyung” Seungri moans sensually.
“Fuck, Uhn…Seungri!!”
Jiyong grits his teeth, feeling brain fucked over the lack of sleep he’s been getting. He chucks the covers over his head but the headboard banging furiously against the wall invades his closure. Jiyong feels like crying, just…because he’s so frustrated he could rip his hair out. Eventually it does…-or wait what? He seriously needs some sleep.
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It feels groggy the next morning. Jiyong feels dead, somehow developing dark circles overnight, Youngbae is not looking to hot himself sporting eyes that shutter every other second. Daesung seems fine at least, humming quietly as he nibbles on his eggs.
Jiyong gives a dead mutter and Daesung hums at him to repeat what he said.
“I hate them” he manages to speak coherently. “I, wish they would die…” he continues to mumble in the comfort of his pillow…oh-wait..That’s his arm.
Daesung nods in falseness, wondering what the leader is rambling on about He shrugs mentally before the energetic TabiRi couple waddle closely together and things click in his mind.
Jiyong snaps his head up eyes wide with anger and he’s somehow gained this stupor of beaming energy because he feels like pummelling someone or two of them I guess.
“YAH!!” Jiyong stands up pointing an accusing hand at the two.
They both freeze
“DO YOU GUYS EVER SLEEP!!!”
“What??”
“DO YOU EVEN SLEEP AT ALL??”
“Eh”
“I SWEAR, YOU TWO ARE LIKE FUCKING ZOMBIES!! SEXUALLY DRIVEN FUCKING ZOMBIES”
Top’s arm that circle’s Magnae’s waist tightens practically seeing the smoke coming out of Leader-sshi's ears.
“We..-ah”
“Does my beauty ever mean anything to you all??”
They both furrow their brows staring at the leader bemusedly
Jiyong taps his foot impatiently “I do NOT, put on a fucking facial mask every night for 3 hours for THIS to develop!!!” poking at the dark bags that cradle his eye.
The stare at him like he has three heads
“Oh God. He’s having a bitch fit.” Top muses in a terrified voice.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, JUST SOMETIMES I’D LOVE TAKE A KNIFE AND STAB YOU BOTH, AND WATCH YOU BLEED UNTIL YOU DIE!!”
Seungri practically seethes at the veins pulsating on the leader’s neck looking at his state in disgust.
“Hyung. You look terrible, you really, really need some sleep.”
for one terrifying second the whole place is silent, watching the defeat strangle Jiyong in a choke hold.
Jiyong head is bent and he has to place his hands on the table to support himself.
pursing his lips shut, tears wallow in his eyes before slumping back down in his chair and he head desks until the pain is visible.
“Youngbae. Kill me, please…” He begs desperately.
Youngbae shakes his head “You have to be tortured like the rest of us.”
“I hate you all…”
"We love you too" Tabiri muses in unison, earning another head-desk
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the sequel: Mess
“Ugh SHUT UP!!” his voice borders past the wall.
“Uhn…nnn! Harder!!..Hyung” Seungri moans sensually.
“Fuck, Uhn…Seungri!!”
Jiyong grits his teeth, feeling brain fucked over the lack of sleep he’s been getting. He chucks the covers over his head but the headboard banging furiously against the wall invades his closure. Jiyong feels like crying, just…because he’s so frustrated he could rip his hair out. Eventually it does…-or wait what? He seriously needs some sleep.
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It feels groggy the next morning. Jiyong feels dead, somehow developing dark circles overnight, Youngbae is not looking to hot himself sporting eyes that shutter every other second. Daesung seems fine at least, humming quietly as he nibbles on his eggs.
Jiyong gives a dead mutter and Daesung hums at him to repeat what he said.
“I hate them” he manages to speak coherently. “I, wish they would die…” he continues to mumble in the comfort of his pillow…oh-wait..That’s his arm.
Daesung nods in falseness, wondering what the leader is rambling on about He shrugs mentally before the energetic TabiRi couple waddle closely together and things click in his mind.
Jiyong snaps his head up eyes wide with anger and he’s somehow gained this stupor of beaming energy because he feels like pummelling someone or two of them I guess.
“YAH!!” Jiyong stands up pointing an accusing hand at the two.
They both freeze
“DO YOU GUYS EVER SLEEP!!!”
“What??”
“DO YOU EVEN SLEEP AT ALL??”
“Eh”
“I SWEAR, YOU TWO ARE LIKE FUCKING ZOMBIES!! SEXUALLY DRIVEN FUCKING ZOMBIES”
Top’s arm that circle’s Magnae’s waist tightens practically seeing the smoke coming out of Leader-sshi's ears.
“We..-ah”
“Does my beauty ever mean anything to you all??”
They both furrow their brows staring at the leader bemusedly
Jiyong taps his foot impatiently “I do NOT, put on a fucking facial mask every night for 3 hours for THIS to develop!!!” poking at the dark bags that cradle his eye.
The stare at him like he has three heads
“Oh God. He’s having a bitch fit.” Top muses in a terrified voice.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, JUST SOMETIMES I’D LOVE TAKE A KNIFE AND STAB YOU BOTH, AND WATCH YOU BLEED UNTIL YOU DIE!!”
Seungri practically seethes at the veins pulsating on the leader’s neck looking at his state in disgust.
“Hyung. You look terrible, you really, really need some sleep.”
for one terrifying second the whole place is silent, watching the defeat strangle Jiyong in a choke hold.
Jiyong head is bent and he has to place his hands on the table to support himself.
pursing his lips shut, tears wallow in his eyes before slumping back down in his chair and he head desks until the pain is visible.
“Youngbae. Kill me, please…” He begs desperately.
Youngbae shakes his head “You have to be tortured like the rest of us.”
“I hate you all…”
"We love you too" Tabiri muses in unison, earning another head-desk
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the sequel: Mess