The Perfectionist [6/?]
Title: The Perfectionist [6/?]
Author: f_i_x_m_e
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter. (Eventually it will be NC-17)
Summary: Jiyong is the newest producer at YG Entertainment, but his perfectionism prevents him from completing songs.
When he hears the singing voice of the man that lives next door he is immediately enraptured.
Will this be the voice that will finally fit just right in his songs?
Genre: AU, Romance, Humour, Angst
Word Count: 847
Pairings: GTOP
Author Notes: Sorry I took so long!
Here you go!
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Jiyong was extremely flustered. He woke up ther next morning in his own bed, but with no recollection of the events after Seunghyun biting his lip. "What exactly had happened?" he wondered, sitting up in bed. He had an awful headache. Nevertheless, he got ready in a hurry, putting a headband in his hair, and headed to YG building as fast as his feet would take him.
Pushing open the studio door, Jiyong found Seungri sitting yet again. "Wow, Ri...you sure are working hard on this album, aren't you?" He set his bag on the table and took a seat. "Yeah, of course! I want to do the best job possib-..." Seungri stopped, mid-sentence, eyes darting from Jiyong's lips down to his chest, exposed by the deep v-neck he was wearing. "Uhm...hyung..? What were you doing last night?" Seungri asked, eyes wide.
Jiyong was confused, but answered. "I went to Seunghyun's apartment and we chatted for a bit." Seungri nodded slowly. "Well...geez, hyung...I told you that you should apologize to him, not make out with him!" Jiyong's mouth fell open. "What?!" Seungri pushed Jiyong towards the men's bathroom in the building. "Uhm...check for yourself." With that, he retreated back to the studio.
Sighing, Jiyong went inside and looked in the mirror. Immiediately, he noticed the cut on his lower lip was very visible. "Fuck..." he mumbled. But that wasn't all. Jiyong pulled at his v-neck slightly, revealing a large, purple hickey on his chest. He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from gasping, just as he heard the door open as well. Daesung, both an actor and a singer from YG, walked in and froze, staring at the mark on Jiyong's pale chest. "Oh...uh...hey hyung!" Jiyong spun around to look at him, removing his hand from his shirt. "H-hey...!" Daesung smiled one of his signature smiles and patted his hyung on the back. "Good for you, Jiyong hyung!" He then proceeded to check his hair in the mirror.
Jiyong laughed nervously, blushed, and retreated back into the hallway. What was Daesung insinuating? ...And why did he never use the bathroom for actual bathroom purposes? Jiyong was going to have to confront Seunghyun later. For now, he went back to the studio, resuming his seat. "Seungri ah...is it really that noticable..?" Seungri hesitated, but nodded slowly. "You must have been doing more than just 'chatting for a bit'...Tell the truth.." Jiyong was reluctant to do so...but did anyway. After all, he was able to tell Seungri about the restaurant fiasco. But...this was different.
"Well, we were drinking wine...and he was getting all touchy feely...and then he was telling me how uhm...pretty I was...and talking about my lips...and then he bit my lip. That's all I remember. I woke up this morning in my own bed though...that's a good sign." Seungri was silent, but nodded. When he was sure Jiyong had finished, he spoke up. "Um...wow...Well, does your ass hurt?" Jiyong gasped. "Seungri!" "What? I'm serious!" Jiyong sighed and rubbed his temples. "No. My ass doesn't fuckin' hurt..." Seungri laughed nervously. "Just making sure..."
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Jiyong knocked on Seunghyun's door that night, but recieved no answer. "Yah, let me in!" he yelled, getting frustrated. He soon grew impatient, gave up, and returned to his own apartment. Slumping onto the couch and turning on the television, Jiyong started to think. "Aish, where could he be?" he said quietly as Gaho jumped up onto the sofa and lay next to him. Why should he even care? He was pissed off about what had happened last night. If anything, it would be better if he didn't run into Seunghyun.
Jiyong sighed. "Work is more important anyway..." he mumbled, pulling out his notebook from his bag and flipping to a blank page.
For the first time in awhile, lyrics seemed to flow from his fingertips onto the paper. Jiyong didn't question the reason why this was so, but just let the words flow naturally until the whole page was filled. Reading over what he ahd wrote, Jiyong smiled. The lyrics were great. He stuck a sticky note on the top of the page so he would remember to go back to that page when he got to work the next day.
An hour later, Jiyong decided that it was about the right time to go to sleep. He walked to the bathroom, put his hair up, and washed his face thoroughly. This was when Jiyong heard something from next door. Seunghyun was singing again. It was more quiet and more sad than Jiyong had ever heard it be before. He brushed his teeth slowly, listening closely. So he was inside and just didn't answer Jiyong. But why? Jiyong set his toothbrush back in it's holder. This wasn't his business. It wasn't his job to get involved.
Turning off the light, Jiyong made his way to his bedroom and got under the covers, haunted by the sound of Seunghyun's sorrowful song.
Author: f_i_x_m_e
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter. (Eventually it will be NC-17)
Summary: Jiyong is the newest producer at YG Entertainment, but his perfectionism prevents him from completing songs.
When he hears the singing voice of the man that lives next door he is immediately enraptured.
Will this be the voice that will finally fit just right in his songs?
Genre: AU, Romance, Humour, Angst
Word Count: 847
Pairings: GTOP
Author Notes: Sorry I took so long!
Here you go!
1|2| 3|4|5|6
Jiyong was extremely flustered. He woke up ther next morning in his own bed, but with no recollection of the events after Seunghyun biting his lip. "What exactly had happened?" he wondered, sitting up in bed. He had an awful headache. Nevertheless, he got ready in a hurry, putting a headband in his hair, and headed to YG building as fast as his feet would take him.
Pushing open the studio door, Jiyong found Seungri sitting yet again. "Wow, Ri...you sure are working hard on this album, aren't you?" He set his bag on the table and took a seat. "Yeah, of course! I want to do the best job possib-..." Seungri stopped, mid-sentence, eyes darting from Jiyong's lips down to his chest, exposed by the deep v-neck he was wearing. "Uhm...hyung..? What were you doing last night?" Seungri asked, eyes wide.
Jiyong was confused, but answered. "I went to Seunghyun's apartment and we chatted for a bit." Seungri nodded slowly. "Well...geez, hyung...I told you that you should apologize to him, not make out with him!" Jiyong's mouth fell open. "What?!" Seungri pushed Jiyong towards the men's bathroom in the building. "Uhm...check for yourself." With that, he retreated back to the studio.
Sighing, Jiyong went inside and looked in the mirror. Immiediately, he noticed the cut on his lower lip was very visible. "Fuck..." he mumbled. But that wasn't all. Jiyong pulled at his v-neck slightly, revealing a large, purple hickey on his chest. He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from gasping, just as he heard the door open as well. Daesung, both an actor and a singer from YG, walked in and froze, staring at the mark on Jiyong's pale chest. "Oh...uh...hey hyung!" Jiyong spun around to look at him, removing his hand from his shirt. "H-hey...!" Daesung smiled one of his signature smiles and patted his hyung on the back. "Good for you, Jiyong hyung!" He then proceeded to check his hair in the mirror.
Jiyong laughed nervously, blushed, and retreated back into the hallway. What was Daesung insinuating? ...And why did he never use the bathroom for actual bathroom purposes? Jiyong was going to have to confront Seunghyun later. For now, he went back to the studio, resuming his seat. "Seungri ah...is it really that noticable..?" Seungri hesitated, but nodded slowly. "You must have been doing more than just 'chatting for a bit'...Tell the truth.." Jiyong was reluctant to do so...but did anyway. After all, he was able to tell Seungri about the restaurant fiasco. But...this was different.
"Well, we were drinking wine...and he was getting all touchy feely...and then he was telling me how uhm...pretty I was...and talking about my lips...and then he bit my lip. That's all I remember. I woke up this morning in my own bed though...that's a good sign." Seungri was silent, but nodded. When he was sure Jiyong had finished, he spoke up. "Um...wow...Well, does your ass hurt?" Jiyong gasped. "Seungri!" "What? I'm serious!" Jiyong sighed and rubbed his temples. "No. My ass doesn't fuckin' hurt..." Seungri laughed nervously. "Just making sure..."
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Jiyong knocked on Seunghyun's door that night, but recieved no answer. "Yah, let me in!" he yelled, getting frustrated. He soon grew impatient, gave up, and returned to his own apartment. Slumping onto the couch and turning on the television, Jiyong started to think. "Aish, where could he be?" he said quietly as Gaho jumped up onto the sofa and lay next to him. Why should he even care? He was pissed off about what had happened last night. If anything, it would be better if he didn't run into Seunghyun.
Jiyong sighed. "Work is more important anyway..." he mumbled, pulling out his notebook from his bag and flipping to a blank page.
For the first time in awhile, lyrics seemed to flow from his fingertips onto the paper. Jiyong didn't question the reason why this was so, but just let the words flow naturally until the whole page was filled. Reading over what he ahd wrote, Jiyong smiled. The lyrics were great. He stuck a sticky note on the top of the page so he would remember to go back to that page when he got to work the next day.
An hour later, Jiyong decided that it was about the right time to go to sleep. He walked to the bathroom, put his hair up, and washed his face thoroughly. This was when Jiyong heard something from next door. Seunghyun was singing again. It was more quiet and more sad than Jiyong had ever heard it be before. He brushed his teeth slowly, listening closely. So he was inside and just didn't answer Jiyong. But why? Jiyong set his toothbrush back in it's holder. This wasn't his business. It wasn't his job to get involved.
Turning off the light, Jiyong made his way to his bedroom and got under the covers, haunted by the sound of Seunghyun's sorrowful song.