[FIC] White-Knuckling the Wheel
Title: White-Knuckling the Wheel
Author: aislinoriel
Rating: R (TOP is a filthy boy)
Summary: Jiyong is slowly driven into madness. Seunghyun is the cabby. The worst part is he'd pay for the trip a thousand times over. GTOP
Genre: Humour/Angst(?)/Fluff(?)
Characters: G-Dragon/T.O.P
Author Notes: Hooboy. Based on actual experiences compiled over time with a guy who reminds me of TOP and always makes me feel like GD in any sort of badfic when I'm with him. This is the plight and peril of fangirldom I suppose. Guys who would typically just piss you off you find annoyingly attractive. But it's his fault really, for setting me off so long ago by actually finger-poking me to the forehead. And being so damn tall. WTF. XD Anyways, I apologize for the strange tense/POV. I was not sane when I wrote this rant/drabble.
That Seunghyun. He's driving me insane.
Lately I've been noticing the little things he's always done, and they're getting on my nerves. Maybe it's the air in Tokyo or something, just drawing my patience thin, or putting emphasis on already existing annoyances.
Today, we stopped at the place down the street like usual. I buy a boba, ask him if he wants anything. 'Nah.' Then later he drinks half of mine.
During breaks in practice, he insists on filling my water bottle just so that he can drink out of it.
He gets all up in my personal space, like I do with the magnae. Except I don't pinch Seungri's ass or grope him at random and serious moments like during a dance routine we're trying to polish. (Much.)
Does he even know what he's doing to me?
I like my order, my ocd habits, my comfort-zone. He likes to poke at it all. He doesn't even try to hide it.
So he must know.
“Wait for me.” He says after we leave the studio.
“I'm going to the washroom.”
“Okay, meet you there,” Seunghyun winks.
I groan and roll my eyes, not relaxing until I lock myself in a stall. It's pretty sad when a guy has to piss in a stall out of mostly-irrational fear.
He swears that the burgers taste different here in Japan and drags me out at whatever-o'clock in the morning when I'd rather be catching up on a rare bit of sleep. Just because he feels like it's fine to bully me for whatever reason. He says it's because he's likes my company. I tell him that's shit, he could've asked any of the others for once. He laughs and I go anyway.
He buys four burgers (no onions, no pickles) but I'm not hungry so I say no thanks. I am half-asleep and bleary-eyed across from him at a little table and he passes one to me, (who if hungry, would get extra pickles and onions - he knows) and pressures me until I eat it. And smiles.
We go back to the dorm.
He insists on telling me about the nasty porno he watched the other night. In graphic detail. I can't stop cringing.
“Hyung. Kindly fuck off.”
“Ya should know you get better results if ya fuck on,” he quips cheekily, and I feel like I'm cornered even though I could easily walk away.
I make a strangled sound of frustration. I can't stand it, 'cuz I know he's right.
So of course next I grab him and smash our mouthes together and it's all instant insanity: just add sexual tension.
And then I blink and my sleep-deprived delusions are gone. I pull my hood up and put my headphones on, pushing him out of my way. I fall asleep to ultra-loud alternative blasting holes in my ear drums. But I'm just that exhausted.
That night I dream of killing him in my sleep (while we're having sloppy, stupid, drunken sex, and it's from an epic orgasm, but that's irrelevant).
That Seunghyun. He's driving me insane.
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