jiyong was everything seunghyun wasn’t
Pairing: gd/top
Summary: Just a drabble. Idk alright.
231 words~
Jiyong was everything Seunghyun wasn’t.
He was pure untamed energy and swagger on stage, reservation and quiet concentration off of it.
He had this unspoken confidence, this effortless style. He never had to prove himself, he just simply was.
He always smelled of lavender from his shampoo, muskiness from his constant sweat; tasted more salty than sweet.
His arms were thin, grip always tight. And Seunghyun swears there was nothing as mesmerizing as watching the inked words on his shoulder and forearms stretch and contract with the muscles underneath.
He didn’t mind dressing as girls because he was pretty, but the way he moved was anything but. Harsh and desperate, dragging and milking every moment as if it were his last.
His hips were sharp, just like his collarbones, jutting out at strange angles, catching light all too perfectly.
Seunghyun liked counting Jiyong’s ribs with his fingers, the ridges of his spine. He liked the way he would arch his back so easily, so willing, so sensitive to every kiss, every touch, every fuck that left him breathless and beautifully spent.
He was this small little thing, almost fragile. A perfect fit inside Seunghyun's arms and he wanted nothing more than to protect him, keep him all for himself.
But if his little quirk of a smile said anything, it was that he was stronger than Seunghyun could ever possibly be.
Summary: Just a drabble. Idk alright.
231 words~
Jiyong was everything Seunghyun wasn’t.
He was pure untamed energy and swagger on stage, reservation and quiet concentration off of it.
He had this unspoken confidence, this effortless style. He never had to prove himself, he just simply was.
He always smelled of lavender from his shampoo, muskiness from his constant sweat; tasted more salty than sweet.
His arms were thin, grip always tight. And Seunghyun swears there was nothing as mesmerizing as watching the inked words on his shoulder and forearms stretch and contract with the muscles underneath.
He didn’t mind dressing as girls because he was pretty, but the way he moved was anything but. Harsh and desperate, dragging and milking every moment as if it were his last.
His hips were sharp, just like his collarbones, jutting out at strange angles, catching light all too perfectly.
Seunghyun liked counting Jiyong’s ribs with his fingers, the ridges of his spine. He liked the way he would arch his back so easily, so willing, so sensitive to every kiss, every touch, every fuck that left him breathless and beautifully spent.
He was this small little thing, almost fragile. A perfect fit inside Seunghyun's arms and he wanted nothing more than to protect him, keep him all for himself.
But if his little quirk of a smile said anything, it was that he was stronger than Seunghyun could ever possibly be.