at sea, in your dreams; ver. aftermath - 1
notes:
Not mine, and well, I tried to follow the canon timeline but realised that the boys seem to have absolutely insane schedules. So let's just pretend that there's a lot of hand waving and auto-correction of timelines. Also, everyone is referred to by their actual names with the exception of Seungri, of course. Because hyung said so, kekeke.
[at sea, in your dreams] ver. aftermath
---
through the glass
I see
you, darkly
---
Jiyong had spent the last two days pondering if what he recalled after their last drunken debauchery at the new club in Hongdae had been a figment of his alcohol-soaked brain, or if that was his baser instincts giving him a friendly tap on the shoulder.
There was, of course, the V.I.P booth and copious amounts of alcohol, cigarettes, and more alcohol. As well as pretty girls, all getting up close and personal as they were wont to do when there was a G-Dragon drunk to his gills on the premises. Seunghyun had been sitting at the table, leaning into the back of the couch with his legs crossed at the knees, nursing a glass of red wine while he watched the antics of his friends with that trademark smirk on the corner of his mouth. The dark ruby liquid appeared black under the dim lighting of the club, and Seunghyun's lips glistened whenever he took a sip, licking his lips neatly to catch any stray drops.
He knew that the girls didn't dare to approach Seunghyun even when he was at a club in public, just like how he knew that most of them thought Jiyong was the friendlier of the two simply because he didn't push them away when they invaded his personal space. It was okay though, if they didn't know. In fact, he thought it would be better that way. Better, since that meant only he and a selected few people were allowed to sidle up close to Seunghyun and know, with utmost confidence, that he was not going to be pushed away no matter how annoying he got as the night progressed.
That night was just like any other night out with the Nuthang guys; lots of drinking, smoking, mumbling at each other over the throbbing beat of the bass in the club, while Seungho made out with a new girl at the side. Hyuksoo had just joined them and he took the seat beside Seunghyun quickly, nudging Taeji out of the way with a smile and a friendly shoulder bump. Jiyong kept half an eye on the two men, until he realised he had been dancing with the same girl for the past twenty minutes and she was beginning to think she would have the rest of his night. He nudged her gently away, ignoring her disappointed pout and the fingers lingering on his arm.
"Yo," he fist bumped Hyuksoo and collapsed on his empty side, lolling his head on the back of the couch restlessly. Seunghyun had turned to talk to Justar, waving one of his hands about to gesture about one thing or another and nearly knocking over his bottle of wine on the table. Jiyong snorted in amusement, but recalled almost immediately that he had an audience. "Whatcha having?"
Hyuksoo only grinned. "One glass of anything, I guess. I've got driving duties tonight. Seunghyun's pretty smashed already and somebody needs to make sure he gets home in one piece."
Jiyong was about to retort, that they weren't exactly fifteen year olds needing escorts on a night out but he also knew that Hyuksoo took it upon himself to make sure Seunghyun went home safely after the last unfortunate incident with a persistent fangirl outside the club. They kind of took turns to do this, taking care of the older man when it really ought to have been the other way round, except that Jiyong had been drinking for the last couple of hours.
Feeling contrite, Jiyong gave Hyuksoo the most sincere smile he could muster then, even though it came out more like a grimace. "Come on, I'll bring hyung home. Your night just started… and I'm kind of done for tonight."
Hyuksoo's only reply to him was a lifted eyebrow.
"Ya! I'm not going to throw him into the Han river or something so you can stop being a mother hen over this overgrown kid." Jiyong rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Seunghyun again. "I'm kind of tired, actually."
"Okay," the other lifted his glass and toasted with an almost secretive smile, glancing to his side to note that Seunghyun was probably still talking to Justar about the same thing, and the bottle which was still half full just a while ago was now empty. "I'll help you call a cab then. Let me know when you've reached."
He gave Hyuksoo a thumbs up and reached for Seunghyun, shaking the older man slightly to get his attention. "Come on, hyung. Let's go back."
The rest, he could claim, was a blur.
He wasn't even that drunk and he could remember how much he paid for the cab fare, even. But Jiyong couldn't be sure if he hadn't hallucinated Seunghyun pulling him into the other's arms after he shoved the other through his front door while trying not to fall over and cursing up a storm under his breath.
He wasn't sure if he imagined their lips touching too, the feeling familiar yet foreign all at once.
Jiyong most definitely wasn't sure if he had imagined having the best orgasm in his life while leaning against the front door to Seunghyun's apartment, his hyung going down and dirty for him.
He was sure though, that the look he saw in Seunghyun's eyes after he wiped his mouth clean was something so soft and tender and impossibly sad, it almost broke his heart. They kissed again, slower this time, and Seunghyun's mouth tasted absolutely disgusting, but Jiyong also felt the thrill of tasting himself in the other's mouth, of sharing more than just looks and touches and smiles for once.
And then Seunghyun buttoned up Jiyong's pants, zipping him up haphazardly before shoving him out of the door and slamming it shut in his face.
Jiyong spent the next five minutes standing outside Seunghyun's apartment wondering if he had really hallucinated the last twenty minutes of his life -what exactly did they put in his last drink for the night?- despite his damp dick sticking uncomfortably to his underwear screaming otherwise.
And then he went home, and woke up with the worst hangover he never knew he could have.
notesx2:
There's more to come but putting this up first... am distracted by another shinyshinyshiny idea that is eating my brains now.
Not mine, and well, I tried to follow the canon timeline but realised that the boys seem to have absolutely insane schedules. So let's just pretend that there's a lot of hand waving and auto-correction of timelines. Also, everyone is referred to by their actual names with the exception of Seungri, of course. Because hyung said so, kekeke.
[at sea, in your dreams] ver. aftermath
---
through the glass
I see
you, darkly
---
Jiyong had spent the last two days pondering if what he recalled after their last drunken debauchery at the new club in Hongdae had been a figment of his alcohol-soaked brain, or if that was his baser instincts giving him a friendly tap on the shoulder.
There was, of course, the V.I.P booth and copious amounts of alcohol, cigarettes, and more alcohol. As well as pretty girls, all getting up close and personal as they were wont to do when there was a G-Dragon drunk to his gills on the premises. Seunghyun had been sitting at the table, leaning into the back of the couch with his legs crossed at the knees, nursing a glass of red wine while he watched the antics of his friends with that trademark smirk on the corner of his mouth. The dark ruby liquid appeared black under the dim lighting of the club, and Seunghyun's lips glistened whenever he took a sip, licking his lips neatly to catch any stray drops.
He knew that the girls didn't dare to approach Seunghyun even when he was at a club in public, just like how he knew that most of them thought Jiyong was the friendlier of the two simply because he didn't push them away when they invaded his personal space. It was okay though, if they didn't know. In fact, he thought it would be better that way. Better, since that meant only he and a selected few people were allowed to sidle up close to Seunghyun and know, with utmost confidence, that he was not going to be pushed away no matter how annoying he got as the night progressed.
That night was just like any other night out with the Nuthang guys; lots of drinking, smoking, mumbling at each other over the throbbing beat of the bass in the club, while Seungho made out with a new girl at the side. Hyuksoo had just joined them and he took the seat beside Seunghyun quickly, nudging Taeji out of the way with a smile and a friendly shoulder bump. Jiyong kept half an eye on the two men, until he realised he had been dancing with the same girl for the past twenty minutes and she was beginning to think she would have the rest of his night. He nudged her gently away, ignoring her disappointed pout and the fingers lingering on his arm.
"Yo," he fist bumped Hyuksoo and collapsed on his empty side, lolling his head on the back of the couch restlessly. Seunghyun had turned to talk to Justar, waving one of his hands about to gesture about one thing or another and nearly knocking over his bottle of wine on the table. Jiyong snorted in amusement, but recalled almost immediately that he had an audience. "Whatcha having?"
Hyuksoo only grinned. "One glass of anything, I guess. I've got driving duties tonight. Seunghyun's pretty smashed already and somebody needs to make sure he gets home in one piece."
Jiyong was about to retort, that they weren't exactly fifteen year olds needing escorts on a night out but he also knew that Hyuksoo took it upon himself to make sure Seunghyun went home safely after the last unfortunate incident with a persistent fangirl outside the club. They kind of took turns to do this, taking care of the older man when it really ought to have been the other way round, except that Jiyong had been drinking for the last couple of hours.
Feeling contrite, Jiyong gave Hyuksoo the most sincere smile he could muster then, even though it came out more like a grimace. "Come on, I'll bring hyung home. Your night just started… and I'm kind of done for tonight."
Hyuksoo's only reply to him was a lifted eyebrow.
"Ya! I'm not going to throw him into the Han river or something so you can stop being a mother hen over this overgrown kid." Jiyong rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Seunghyun again. "I'm kind of tired, actually."
"Okay," the other lifted his glass and toasted with an almost secretive smile, glancing to his side to note that Seunghyun was probably still talking to Justar about the same thing, and the bottle which was still half full just a while ago was now empty. "I'll help you call a cab then. Let me know when you've reached."
He gave Hyuksoo a thumbs up and reached for Seunghyun, shaking the older man slightly to get his attention. "Come on, hyung. Let's go back."
The rest, he could claim, was a blur.
He wasn't even that drunk and he could remember how much he paid for the cab fare, even. But Jiyong couldn't be sure if he hadn't hallucinated Seunghyun pulling him into the other's arms after he shoved the other through his front door while trying not to fall over and cursing up a storm under his breath.
He wasn't sure if he imagined their lips touching too, the feeling familiar yet foreign all at once.
Jiyong most definitely wasn't sure if he had imagined having the best orgasm in his life while leaning against the front door to Seunghyun's apartment, his hyung going down and dirty for him.
He was sure though, that the look he saw in Seunghyun's eyes after he wiped his mouth clean was something so soft and tender and impossibly sad, it almost broke his heart. They kissed again, slower this time, and Seunghyun's mouth tasted absolutely disgusting, but Jiyong also felt the thrill of tasting himself in the other's mouth, of sharing more than just looks and touches and smiles for once.
And then Seunghyun buttoned up Jiyong's pants, zipping him up haphazardly before shoving him out of the door and slamming it shut in his face.
Jiyong spent the next five minutes standing outside Seunghyun's apartment wondering if he had really hallucinated the last twenty minutes of his life -what exactly did they put in his last drink for the night?- despite his damp dick sticking uncomfortably to his underwear screaming otherwise.
And then he went home, and woke up with the worst hangover he never knew he could have.
notesx2:
There's more to come but putting this up first... am distracted by another shinyshinyshiny idea that is eating my brains now.