1년 정거장
Title: 1년 정거장 (One Year Station)
Author: f_i_x_m_e
Rating: PG
Summary: Jiyong returns to the station night after night, awaiting the return of his boyfriend.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance
Pairing: G-TOP
Author Notes: Yeah, I wrote something finally. I've seemed to lost my touch, not that I really had one in the first place. XD The idea came to me at 2AM and I just needed to get it out. I'm currently trying to think up ideas for a sequel, from Seunghyun's point of view, so that all the unanswered questions of the story are answered. Enjoy.
(I recommend listening to 1년 정거장 by G-Dragon while reading this, so I'll put a little player for it below~)
Jiyong shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. He was making the same voyage he made every night he wasn't busy. Looking up at the star-speckled sky, he sighed, his breath flowing and curling in the cold mid-autumn night air. It was pretty cliché, but on nights like this, he wondered if Seunghyun was doing the same. Gazing at the sky, pondering whether or not Jiyong was thinking about him. Jiyong scoffed. "Of course not. He isn't a fool..." he said quietly to himself, crossing the busy street.
I have to act like I didn’t see the shaking lips or the tears that were held back
Seunghyun had recieved an urgent phonecall a little over a year ago, and he left the very next day, saying nothing but a simple "goodbye" and giving Jiyong a soft kiss before departing on the first bus that could take him to Seoul. Jiyong was left there, feeling as if the concrete would give way under his feet any minute. He stayed at the station all night, expecting Seunghyun to suddenly appear, saying he was sorry for ever leaving. Who was he kidding? Still, he couldn't help but get his hopes up when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder later that night, only to have his hope crushed when he realized it was one of the workers telling him the last bus had left. That's how he ended up like this, going to the station every free night he had.
I’m searching for you with no promise
Tonight was no different than any other night, he realized, as he settled on one of the benches, running his fingers through his soft blonde hair. It hurt. His boyfriend hadn't left him a single phonecall, text message, or email since that horrible day that seemed so long ago. Not a single notification that he was even alive. Jiyong was worried sick, the whole situation had taken a toll on him. Regardless, he tried to act like everything was fine when he was with his friends, and at work.
One year station, I can feel you at this place
Just like every night, he began to think, to daydream. He missed the feeling of Seunghyun's lips on his own, how he felt like he was melting slowly each time they kissed. He missed his strong arms holding him, protecting him. He missed making love with Seunghyun...the way he knew just what Jiyong liked...the way he made each and every time memorable. He missed the words. Everything from the "I love you"'s to the "Everything's gonna be okay"'s to the "Can you buy me lunch, Ji?"'s. Most of all, Jiyong missed the feeling. Knowing Seunghyun was his, and vice versa. The feeling he got from seeing the older man smile, the feeling he got just being by Seunghyun's side. The feeling only love can give you. What could've been so urgent that it could tear someone so important from his life, just like that? Perhaps Jiyong would never know. At least he had a place to go, to think, to reminisce, to daydream. He was thankful for at least that.
The empty station where you’re not at, pray that we meet again
Jiyong let out a gasp, realizing the time, looking at the beat-up clock on the side of the ticket booth. He had been there for longer than he thought. Jumping up from the bench, Jiyong yawned, the sound soon drowned out by the sound of the last bus to arrive screeching to a stop in front of him, spraying him with rainwater that collected in puddles near the curb. "They really should get those brakes fixed..." Jiyong muttered to himself, before making his way to the bathroom in search of something to dry himself off with. He emerged not long after, his jeans and jacket slightly drier, though he didn't feel any better.
One year station, I can dream of you at this place
He stood, staring at the sky from the edge of the station, counting down the seconds until the worker would utter the same words he told him every time. When would the guy learn? Jiyong sighed. He was going to have to move on, but when would he start? How would he start? It would be hard to just let go. Jiyong's prediction was right on the dot, he felt the hand on his shoulder when he thought he would. But the voice was different...he knew it somewhere...it took him awhile to register what the man was saying. Finally, he realized. "Ji. I'm home." Seunghyun said quietly, his voice as low and velvety as it had always been.
I don’t like myself doing this; I’m tired of waiting for so long
Jiyong spun around to face him and was pulled into the older man's arms. Just like that, Jiyong began to cry. The tears he wouldn't dare to cry since Seunghyun's departure were now cascading freely down his cheeks, but out of happiness. Jiyong wouldn't ever cry before, for Seunghyun's sake. The older man wouldn't have wanted to make Jiyong cry. But here he was now, blubbering against the older man's shoulder, clinging to him as if to make sure he never leaves again. There might have been so many "why"'s Seunghyun would have to answer, but as soon as Jiyong feels those soft lips against his, all that doesn't matter. Jiyong realizes that he won't have to dream anymore.
Come into my arms having a big smile like you would do on an ordinary day
As they leave the station together, hand in hand, hearing nothing but the sound of cars and the rolling of Seunghyun's suitcase, Jiyong utters a silent thank you to the station, for giving him a place to think, and eventually bringing his love back to him.
One year station, I can dream of you at this place
Author: f_i_x_m_e
Rating: PG
Summary: Jiyong returns to the station night after night, awaiting the return of his boyfriend.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance
Pairing: G-TOP
Author Notes: Yeah, I wrote something finally. I've seemed to lost my touch, not that I really had one in the first place. XD The idea came to me at 2AM and I just needed to get it out. I'm currently trying to think up ideas for a sequel, from Seunghyun's point of view, so that all the unanswered questions of the story are answered. Enjoy.
(I recommend listening to 1년 정거장 by G-Dragon while reading this, so I'll put a little player for it below~)
Click to viewJiyong shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. He was making the same voyage he made every night he wasn't busy. Looking up at the star-speckled sky, he sighed, his breath flowing and curling in the cold mid-autumn night air. It was pretty cliché, but on nights like this, he wondered if Seunghyun was doing the same. Gazing at the sky, pondering whether or not Jiyong was thinking about him. Jiyong scoffed. "Of course not. He isn't a fool..." he said quietly to himself, crossing the busy street.
I have to act like I didn’t see the shaking lips or the tears that were held back
Seunghyun had recieved an urgent phonecall a little over a year ago, and he left the very next day, saying nothing but a simple "goodbye" and giving Jiyong a soft kiss before departing on the first bus that could take him to Seoul. Jiyong was left there, feeling as if the concrete would give way under his feet any minute. He stayed at the station all night, expecting Seunghyun to suddenly appear, saying he was sorry for ever leaving. Who was he kidding? Still, he couldn't help but get his hopes up when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder later that night, only to have his hope crushed when he realized it was one of the workers telling him the last bus had left. That's how he ended up like this, going to the station every free night he had.
I’m searching for you with no promise
Tonight was no different than any other night, he realized, as he settled on one of the benches, running his fingers through his soft blonde hair. It hurt. His boyfriend hadn't left him a single phonecall, text message, or email since that horrible day that seemed so long ago. Not a single notification that he was even alive. Jiyong was worried sick, the whole situation had taken a toll on him. Regardless, he tried to act like everything was fine when he was with his friends, and at work.
One year station, I can feel you at this place
Just like every night, he began to think, to daydream. He missed the feeling of Seunghyun's lips on his own, how he felt like he was melting slowly each time they kissed. He missed his strong arms holding him, protecting him. He missed making love with Seunghyun...the way he knew just what Jiyong liked...the way he made each and every time memorable. He missed the words. Everything from the "I love you"'s to the "Everything's gonna be okay"'s to the "Can you buy me lunch, Ji?"'s. Most of all, Jiyong missed the feeling. Knowing Seunghyun was his, and vice versa. The feeling he got from seeing the older man smile, the feeling he got just being by Seunghyun's side. The feeling only love can give you. What could've been so urgent that it could tear someone so important from his life, just like that? Perhaps Jiyong would never know. At least he had a place to go, to think, to reminisce, to daydream. He was thankful for at least that.
The empty station where you’re not at, pray that we meet again
Jiyong let out a gasp, realizing the time, looking at the beat-up clock on the side of the ticket booth. He had been there for longer than he thought. Jumping up from the bench, Jiyong yawned, the sound soon drowned out by the sound of the last bus to arrive screeching to a stop in front of him, spraying him with rainwater that collected in puddles near the curb. "They really should get those brakes fixed..." Jiyong muttered to himself, before making his way to the bathroom in search of something to dry himself off with. He emerged not long after, his jeans and jacket slightly drier, though he didn't feel any better.
One year station, I can dream of you at this place
He stood, staring at the sky from the edge of the station, counting down the seconds until the worker would utter the same words he told him every time. When would the guy learn? Jiyong sighed. He was going to have to move on, but when would he start? How would he start? It would be hard to just let go. Jiyong's prediction was right on the dot, he felt the hand on his shoulder when he thought he would. But the voice was different...he knew it somewhere...it took him awhile to register what the man was saying. Finally, he realized. "Ji. I'm home." Seunghyun said quietly, his voice as low and velvety as it had always been.
I don’t like myself doing this; I’m tired of waiting for so long
Jiyong spun around to face him and was pulled into the older man's arms. Just like that, Jiyong began to cry. The tears he wouldn't dare to cry since Seunghyun's departure were now cascading freely down his cheeks, but out of happiness. Jiyong wouldn't ever cry before, for Seunghyun's sake. The older man wouldn't have wanted to make Jiyong cry. But here he was now, blubbering against the older man's shoulder, clinging to him as if to make sure he never leaves again. There might have been so many "why"'s Seunghyun would have to answer, but as soon as Jiyong feels those soft lips against his, all that doesn't matter. Jiyong realizes that he won't have to dream anymore.
Come into my arms having a big smile like you would do on an ordinary day
As they leave the station together, hand in hand, hearing nothing but the sound of cars and the rolling of Seunghyun's suitcase, Jiyong utters a silent thank you to the station, for giving him a place to think, and eventually bringing his love back to him.
One year station, I can dream of you at this place