we live inside your closet / we sing you to sleep
Pairing: gd/top
Rating: pg (save for some language)
Summary: Jiyong doesn’t know what to call it. He feels disturbed, like he can sense traces of another world among ours. Oh yeah and he thinks he may be in love with his best friend.
518 words~ (drabble)
Prompt: Monster [ x]
THERE’S A MONSTER GROWING IN OUR HEADS
RAISED UP ON THE WICKED THINGS WE’VE SAID
A GREAT DIVIDE BETWEEN US NOW
SOMETHING WE SHOULD KNOW
- the cardigans
“Hey,” Jiyong murmurs voice raspy from cigarettes and one too many booze, “you know…I think I see things differently. I think…” his lips slur out of place and for a second he looses his train of thought.
All he can do is take in the sensations. The cool chill of the night air, the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue, the sound of rustling from Jiyong’s cotton sleeve against Seunghyun’s denim jacket. It’s nice, all of it, entirely nice and solid and real. So tangible he feels like he could swallow it all in a single gulp and never be hungry again.
Seunghyun’s goofy dimpled grin is what brings him back, it makes his breath hitch and his chest kind of swell with something warm. This feeling is nothing new to Jiyong, yet he knows he can never do anything more with it. It will always just be a feeling.
“You’resoofuckindrunkkk,” Seunghyun slurs into a single sound, lips barely moving but Jiyong can’t take his eyes off them.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Fininshwhatyou were say…ing.”
And Jiyong can’t help but replicate that dopey grin and remember, what he was trying to say, where he was trying to go with all of this. “I think…I’m kinda crazy. Like legitimately insane. Like I see things…hear things that nobody else can. Do you think…this means something’s wrong with me?”
For a while, a silence hangs in the air, nothing awkward, just Seunghyun genuinely trying to mull over the right words while Jiyong anxiously waits. It’s getting colder and Seunghyun is getting warmer. Jiyong leans his head against the older man’s shoulder. The rough material scratches against his pale cheek but he could care less, winding his arm around Seunghyun’s, so close he can feel his heartbeat thorough his ribs.
“Nah, nothing’s wrong with you,” Seunghyun finally states matter-of-factly, with such conviction it’s almost comical.
“And how are you so sure?” Jiyong asks as he closes his eyes. His hand searching downward until it finds its target, Seunghyun’s palm. His fingers trace infinite invisible circles into his hot skin. And why yes, he does notice how Seunghyun’s hand twitches the slightest in response.
“Because…” Seunghyun takes in a deep breath, holds it for a second, then exhales. Jiyong can feel the warm breeze tickle his nose. “People only call what they don’t understand crazy.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup. And well you…I understand you. I getchyou, even though other peopledon’tok?”
Jiyong peaks open a single eye and catches the sight of shadow moving in the far distance. It quickly disappears, blending in seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, but leaves its shrill cry still echoing in Jiyong’s ear. And he wishes it were so, he so desperately wishes he could believe Seunghyun.
Jiyong closes his eye once more. He breathes in the scent of his hyung, all of it, the alcohol, the sweat, the musk, the cologne, the shampoo, the cigarette smoke. He fills his lungs until he’s certain he can fool himself.
“Ok,” Jiyong murmurs as he entwines their fingers and gives a small squeeze. “Ok.”
“…Goodth,” Seunghyun tries to say.
Rating: pg (save for some language)
Summary: Jiyong doesn’t know what to call it. He feels disturbed, like he can sense traces of another world among ours. Oh yeah and he thinks he may be in love with his best friend.
518 words~ (drabble)
Prompt: Monster [ x]
THERE’S A MONSTER GROWING IN OUR HEADS
RAISED UP ON THE WICKED THINGS WE’VE SAID
A GREAT DIVIDE BETWEEN US NOW
SOMETHING WE SHOULD KNOW
- the cardigans
“Hey,” Jiyong murmurs voice raspy from cigarettes and one too many booze, “you know…I think I see things differently. I think…” his lips slur out of place and for a second he looses his train of thought.
All he can do is take in the sensations. The cool chill of the night air, the bitter taste of beer still on his tongue, the sound of rustling from Jiyong’s cotton sleeve against Seunghyun’s denim jacket. It’s nice, all of it, entirely nice and solid and real. So tangible he feels like he could swallow it all in a single gulp and never be hungry again.
Seunghyun’s goofy dimpled grin is what brings him back, it makes his breath hitch and his chest kind of swell with something warm. This feeling is nothing new to Jiyong, yet he knows he can never do anything more with it. It will always just be a feeling.
“You’resoofuckindrunkkk,” Seunghyun slurs into a single sound, lips barely moving but Jiyong can’t take his eyes off them.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Fininshwhatyou were say…ing.”
And Jiyong can’t help but replicate that dopey grin and remember, what he was trying to say, where he was trying to go with all of this. “I think…I’m kinda crazy. Like legitimately insane. Like I see things…hear things that nobody else can. Do you think…this means something’s wrong with me?”
For a while, a silence hangs in the air, nothing awkward, just Seunghyun genuinely trying to mull over the right words while Jiyong anxiously waits. It’s getting colder and Seunghyun is getting warmer. Jiyong leans his head against the older man’s shoulder. The rough material scratches against his pale cheek but he could care less, winding his arm around Seunghyun’s, so close he can feel his heartbeat thorough his ribs.
“Nah, nothing’s wrong with you,” Seunghyun finally states matter-of-factly, with such conviction it’s almost comical.
“And how are you so sure?” Jiyong asks as he closes his eyes. His hand searching downward until it finds its target, Seunghyun’s palm. His fingers trace infinite invisible circles into his hot skin. And why yes, he does notice how Seunghyun’s hand twitches the slightest in response.
“Because…” Seunghyun takes in a deep breath, holds it for a second, then exhales. Jiyong can feel the warm breeze tickle his nose. “People only call what they don’t understand crazy.”
“Is that so?”
“Yup. And well you…I understand you. I getchyou, even though other peopledon’tok?”
Jiyong peaks open a single eye and catches the sight of shadow moving in the far distance. It quickly disappears, blending in seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, but leaves its shrill cry still echoing in Jiyong’s ear. And he wishes it were so, he so desperately wishes he could believe Seunghyun.
Jiyong closes his eye once more. He breathes in the scent of his hyung, all of it, the alcohol, the sweat, the musk, the cologne, the shampoo, the cigarette smoke. He fills his lungs until he’s certain he can fool himself.
“Ok,” Jiyong murmurs as he entwines their fingers and gives a small squeeze. “Ok.”
“…Goodth,” Seunghyun tries to say.