A Little Late
Title: A Little Late
Author:
kdsaj2
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Topri
Raiting: PG-13 (Swearing)
Summary: Seungri is pissed off.
Disclaimer: Do not own, if you do I'd buy.
AN: Wow, flat out angst, how bold of me LOL.
Note that this is my comeback fic, thus not very good. As well it is still unbetaed. :D
Inspirations are of The Fray - You Found Me and Adele - Rolling In The Deep. Check those out.
A Little Late
In life, sometimes it’s better to concede defeat rather than trying to change the inevitable.
It’s what he had always believed in, put pride and faith into. It’s the primary reason why he had let go of a lot of things when things are too deep, and the chances of failure are simply too high. It’s also the reason why he was in such deep shit now, love suck why did he even bother? But really, how could he have known? After all it takes two to tango.
Heaving a heavy sigh, he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhale. The smoke filtered down his windpipes; bringing with it an odd sense of calm and release, previous tensions temporarily forgotten.
“You always did smoke too much” a cowling voice came from behind him.
He craned his head backward, squints his eyes trying to bring the hooded figure into focus under the blanketing dusk. Unlike him-glad in an expensive coat and thousand dollar scarf-the other man was wearing simple dark hoodie and jeans.
“What are you? My fucking mother?” he replied snidely.
“I wish, I’d kill you the moment you started breathing” the figure rebutted smoothly and evenly.
He sighed again, turning his attention away from the-justified-bitterness the other man exudes and onto the expanding city landscape beneath his feet. The wind picks up on top of the roof and he brought the cigarette to his lips again; this time blowing out a puff of smoke to the wind current to pick up.
“What do you want Ri?” he finally asked, tired of the waiting game. He had gotten the text the moment he set foot onto Seoul’s airport.
He waited 10 days to response, but apparently time had made Seungri very patient man.
“The reason why you left” a bitter voice “and don’t call me that” and a cold response.
“I’ve always called you Ri” he scrunched his eyebrows together.
“Well, don’t anymore” Seungri scrunched his own eyebrows, in distaste, not confusion.
“Well it’s kind of hard you know, us having the same name and all to add-”
“Address me as Mr. Lee or something, and answer my question” the younger sounded angry.
What could he say? Should he say that he was afraid of all that fame getting to his head? No, that’s bullshit, he’s still famous now. How about ‘Because it wouldn’t have lasted’ ?, yeah that sounds good, and plausible.
“It wouldn’t have lasted, and you know that”
“Yes, but it was better than,…no wait, who the fuck do you take me for Choi Seunghyun ?”
For a moment he couldn’t think clearly because Seungri’s voice rose to a beastly tenor and he felt his bod being yanked and turned backward until his eyes are met with angry brown orbs. Hands are wound in his collar pushing him firmly against the balcony.
“Answer me honestly” the younger’s lip quivers, a contradiction to his hateful anger.
He sighed again trying to look past the younger man and onto the cityscape again as it breaks into clusters of never ending white lights.
“I-it’d be the least you could do hyung” his eyes reverted to Seungri’s eyes, they started to water and he could felt his own wetting inexorably. He reached out nevertheless and wiped the strayed tear rolling down the younger man’s cheek.
The sun had set, and the chills seeped into his bones but the touch sent jolts of familiar electricity to his very core, warming him up again.
“I didn’t want, no I couldn’t want this” he finally said.
“This?” Seungri drew a shaky breath.
“You…and I…it’s just, not possible, and it just hurts more if w-”
“Wait, so you mean to tell me that it’s all because you were too afraid of admitting that we were in l-”
“Yes” he answers shortly, cutting the other man off.
“Oh" Seungri said simply, his expression stone cold "well then, have a nice fucking life” the younger then give his the dirtiest look he ever saw gracing those normally gentle feature that it made him feel worse than scum. The younger turned around and started walking toward the staircase.”
“Wait, but I’m here now, and since you’re no longer i-”
He was quite sure of what happened next although he was also quite sure that his vision went blurry and a sharp pain on his face was due to a very accurate-and painful right hook. He stumbled backward, his vision remains in a state of vertigo even as his back hit the cold concrete surface.
“Hyung, it’s a little late now.” the sweet voice was dripped in hatred and sarcasm but it was the last set of words Seungri ever spoken to him. It was also so very soft that it was carried by the wind and it was also ever so strained that it felt like crushing bolder. His chest felt heavy, oh so heavy.
As the light footsteps faded over the distance of the old staircase he didn’t bother getting up, chasing after something with such chances of failures. He lay there, embracing the cold of the dark night.
The unfinished cigarette burned slowly by his side.
They could have had it all, really, after the hardships and the torments they would have everything, and mainly each other. But he didn’t like the odds that were stacked against them so he admitted defeat and ran away. He broke Seungri’s heart and now he pays the price, it was simple, he lost again against the inevitable. Had he have just a bit more faith perhaps, perhaps…
It’s a little late, those words lingers on his lips. A little late, the words swirls around in his mind. Late, it echoes in the hollow walls of his heart.
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Ironic right? Seungri is victory and the theme is defeat haha...ha...ha...
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