salt hearts.
salt hearts❚Big Bang- gri (jiyong/seungri)❚pg or shit like that❚unbeta'd and stuff❚note: these events do not follow immediately one after another.
It was love at second sight.
When Jiyong dumps the last body into the river, he turns around to find a dark form staring right at him. Eyes flashing in what seems to be fear, the boy stands rooted to the ground. Jiyong stays where he is too, and tilts his head slightly as he fixes his gaze upon the boy. The howling wind fills in the awkward silence and it hurts Jiyong's eardrums.
Pulling out his gloves, Jiyong exhales, forming small clouds of heated air. "So." He starts slowly and calmly. "You saw me."
Typical opening statement, need a new one soon, Jiyong thinks. It happens all the time anyway. Innocent passers-by would see what he did, threaten to call the police with their shaky voices and hands and feet- but he always managed to get rid of them faster than they could dial 112. Kill, dump, clean up. Jiyong likes clean things and places. He likes neatness and order, too.
That's why he doesn't like it when this unmoving, quiet boy appears.
He seems calm and collected, and not very frightened at the sight of Jiyong's (very) bloodied Marc Jacobs scarf. But his eyes are giving him away.
"If you're scared, you can scream and call the police, or run."
The blonde unwraps his scarf from around his neck, feels the cold wind hit his neck, then flips the scarf over so that the clean, unbloodied side shows and rewraps it round his neck.
"Maybe you're a policeman, or maybe you're just mute. In which case I can easily get rid of you without making too much noise. It'd be nice, for a change."
The boy remains silent. Jiyong is starting to get irritated by the lack of response from the other, so he steps toward him, hand reaching for his knife in his back pocket.
"You're starting to get on my nerves-"
"I know you."The boy speaks, finally, but they are words that Jiyong does not want to hear.
He stops and stares at the boy with wild eyes.
"I know you." The brunette repeats, biting his lip before saying: "You're Jiyong-hyung, right?"
This time, it's Jiyong's turn to remain silent.
"You're Jiyong-hyung. My senior. We used to hang out with Seunghyun-hyung and Youngbae-hyung and Daesung-hyung after school. Remember?" He sounds like he's talking to a child, and this makes Jiyong even more upset.
"Well shit. No."
"You remember." The boy says. He knows that Jiyong remembers everything. "I'm Seungri. You remember that."
When the silence settles in again, like dust, Seungri speaks with a hint of laughter:
"We aren't very different now, are we?"
Jiyong begs to differ.
❚
"I stabbed her heart with the nearest object I could grab- the screwdriver. It was rusty, it was in the garbage, but to hell with it, I just drove the fucker right in."
They are at Jiyong's place, drinking beer and soju and everything alcoholic they could find in the rundown place. Seungri doesn't say that he's underage, and Jiyong doesn't ask anyway, so they just sit on the floor and drink from the bottles around them.
"Why are you here? What are you even doing here?"
Jiyong guzzles down his third bottle, pointing at Seungri. The latter shrugs and attempts to down the rest of his first bottle without choking on the alcohol, but fails.
"You should be afraid. Very afraid. I kill. I kill people, and I can kill you too."
"I'm afraid." Seungri is swaying slightly as he talks. "I'm afraid of you, but I have to accept that I'm afraid of you, and so I'm accepting you as you are, hyung."
Suddenly Jiyong lunges forward and grabs Seungri by the collar.
"I will fucking kill you, what part of that don't you understand?! I'll stab you the way I stabbed that bitch, and the rest of them, you hear me?!" Seungri winces- Jiyong's yelling into his face and he can smell the alcohol on him.
"... Why do this? Why kill? Don't you regret it?"
It's slightly comical how Jiyong's shaking Seungri violently on the litter-strewn floor, in just his singlet and boxers. He looks nothing like a murderer.
"Someone is always screaming in the spaces of my mind, screaming for me to kill." He says quietly, loosening his grip on Seungri. "Always filling up the gaps, the silence, and I can't take it. I have to get rid of it. It's just too much sound to handle. So I take it out on people out there, vulnerable-looking, unsuspecting people."
"And I never regret after I kill, there just isn't time for fucking regret."
Seungri doesn't say anything and doesn't give him a look that speaks of sympathy or pity.
"Don't you hate me?" He breathes. "I'm a murderer."
Seungri only places his hand over Jiyong's mouth gingerly.
"No, I don't."
Jiyong looks at him, brows furrowed. Seungri gives him a small smile and says, "Trust me, hyung. I'm on your side."
It's the first time Jiyong's ever felt like someone's just driven a screwdriver into his heart, but he's smiling.
❚
One afternoon, Seungri is making lunch for the two of them. He begins with marinating the raw meat he's bought, and Jiyong's just watching him from the floor where he's sitting. He sees Seungri putting salt onto the red meat, and smearing it all over. For some reason he imagines it to be a human heart.
He likes things clean, and salt cleans. It also makes wounds hurt even more when rubbed in.
Seungri's like salt, and I'll be the heart, raw with wounds and cuts and bleeding all over. But the pain is nothing if the heart becomes clean after.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?"
"No reason. I like salt."
They grin at each other like the lunatics they are.
❚
He feels fear pooling in the pit of his stomach- or is it blood? It's warm and slick all over the bare skin there. Seungri dares a quick glance downwards and finds that indeed, blood is pooling on his stomach, from an unseeable wound.
When he jerks awake from this nightmare, he finds Jiyong's head on his stomach, hot mouth pressed to his bare skin, tongue warm and slick all over. He is reminded of the nightmare, so he shoves the other boy roughly.
"Don't, don't kill me," He mumbles and gathers up the blankets and bedsheets and tries to cover himself with them. "Don't kill me."
"Shh, it's okay. Nobody's going to kill you. I won't kill you."
He nips at Seungri's lower lip gently, murmuring words of comfort while his hands travel down the boy's sticky, spiny back. Slowly, he slips his tongue past Seungri's teeth, melting into the heat of his mouth.
"I won't kill you." He reassures him in between deep kisses. "I won't."
There is something sensual about death.
❚
One morning, Seungri wakes up and finds that Jiyong's hair has become black.
"Why'd you do that?" He shakes the empty hairdye box and raises an eyebrow at Jiyong.
"I want to be just like you."
❚
After they dump the body, Jiyong takes Seungri to an empty playground nearby.
That's when someone spots the two of them, right after they rid themselves of the body.
But for the rest of the evening, they laugh and push each other on the creaky swings, higher and higher till they (thought they) could touch the stars.
"You give me a shape, Jiyong. The shape of a monster." Seungri says when it's his turn on the swing. Jiyong is standing behind him, ready to lift him high into the sky when he hears this.
"But did you know that love is also in the shape of a monster?"
❚
They're on the news now, they're wanted criminals, murderers. Their faces flash across the television screen every few hours or so, and they've become more famous than ever. It's ironic, how Jiyong had wanted to be famous once as a teenager, and now here he is. Famous as a cold-blooded murderer.
Jiyong is avoiding everyone and everything, except Seungri. They stay in bed together, in the safety of blankets and warm bodies.
❚
"What's going to happen to us now?"
"We're going to fly, hyung."
Jiyong laughs, pinching Seungri's nosebridge. "You're always talking like you're on crack, or something."
Seungri grins a toothy grin and says, "I'm serious. We're really going to fly."
❚
The sounds of the police sirens ring out into the dawn, and Jiyong just laughs and laughs along with Seungri to drown them out. Air slices past their ears and cheeks, and it hurts, it hurts to fly.
When they fall to the concrete pavement though, there is sweet silence once and for all.
ouch, murderer!jiyong must be really awesome though, HAHA. I'm always strangely high when I write.
It was love at second sight.
When Jiyong dumps the last body into the river, he turns around to find a dark form staring right at him. Eyes flashing in what seems to be fear, the boy stands rooted to the ground. Jiyong stays where he is too, and tilts his head slightly as he fixes his gaze upon the boy. The howling wind fills in the awkward silence and it hurts Jiyong's eardrums.
Pulling out his gloves, Jiyong exhales, forming small clouds of heated air. "So." He starts slowly and calmly. "You saw me."
Typical opening statement, need a new one soon, Jiyong thinks. It happens all the time anyway. Innocent passers-by would see what he did, threaten to call the police with their shaky voices and hands and feet- but he always managed to get rid of them faster than they could dial 112. Kill, dump, clean up. Jiyong likes clean things and places. He likes neatness and order, too.
That's why he doesn't like it when this unmoving, quiet boy appears.
He seems calm and collected, and not very frightened at the sight of Jiyong's (very) bloodied Marc Jacobs scarf. But his eyes are giving him away.
"If you're scared, you can scream and call the police, or run."
The blonde unwraps his scarf from around his neck, feels the cold wind hit his neck, then flips the scarf over so that the clean, unbloodied side shows and rewraps it round his neck.
"Maybe you're a policeman, or maybe you're just mute. In which case I can easily get rid of you without making too much noise. It'd be nice, for a change."
The boy remains silent. Jiyong is starting to get irritated by the lack of response from the other, so he steps toward him, hand reaching for his knife in his back pocket.
"You're starting to get on my nerves-"
"I know you."The boy speaks, finally, but they are words that Jiyong does not want to hear.
He stops and stares at the boy with wild eyes.
"I know you." The brunette repeats, biting his lip before saying: "You're Jiyong-hyung, right?"
This time, it's Jiyong's turn to remain silent.
"You're Jiyong-hyung. My senior. We used to hang out with Seunghyun-hyung and Youngbae-hyung and Daesung-hyung after school. Remember?" He sounds like he's talking to a child, and this makes Jiyong even more upset.
"Well shit. No."
"You remember." The boy says. He knows that Jiyong remembers everything. "I'm Seungri. You remember that."
When the silence settles in again, like dust, Seungri speaks with a hint of laughter:
"We aren't very different now, are we?"
Jiyong begs to differ.
❚
"I stabbed her heart with the nearest object I could grab- the screwdriver. It was rusty, it was in the garbage, but to hell with it, I just drove the fucker right in."
They are at Jiyong's place, drinking beer and soju and everything alcoholic they could find in the rundown place. Seungri doesn't say that he's underage, and Jiyong doesn't ask anyway, so they just sit on the floor and drink from the bottles around them.
"Why are you here? What are you even doing here?"
Jiyong guzzles down his third bottle, pointing at Seungri. The latter shrugs and attempts to down the rest of his first bottle without choking on the alcohol, but fails.
"You should be afraid. Very afraid. I kill. I kill people, and I can kill you too."
"I'm afraid." Seungri is swaying slightly as he talks. "I'm afraid of you, but I have to accept that I'm afraid of you, and so I'm accepting you as you are, hyung."
Suddenly Jiyong lunges forward and grabs Seungri by the collar.
"I will fucking kill you, what part of that don't you understand?! I'll stab you the way I stabbed that bitch, and the rest of them, you hear me?!" Seungri winces- Jiyong's yelling into his face and he can smell the alcohol on him.
"... Why do this? Why kill? Don't you regret it?"
It's slightly comical how Jiyong's shaking Seungri violently on the litter-strewn floor, in just his singlet and boxers. He looks nothing like a murderer.
"Someone is always screaming in the spaces of my mind, screaming for me to kill." He says quietly, loosening his grip on Seungri. "Always filling up the gaps, the silence, and I can't take it. I have to get rid of it. It's just too much sound to handle. So I take it out on people out there, vulnerable-looking, unsuspecting people."
"And I never regret after I kill, there just isn't time for fucking regret."
Seungri doesn't say anything and doesn't give him a look that speaks of sympathy or pity.
"Don't you hate me?" He breathes. "I'm a murderer."
Seungri only places his hand over Jiyong's mouth gingerly.
"No, I don't."
Jiyong looks at him, brows furrowed. Seungri gives him a small smile and says, "Trust me, hyung. I'm on your side."
It's the first time Jiyong's ever felt like someone's just driven a screwdriver into his heart, but he's smiling.
❚
One afternoon, Seungri is making lunch for the two of them. He begins with marinating the raw meat he's bought, and Jiyong's just watching him from the floor where he's sitting. He sees Seungri putting salt onto the red meat, and smearing it all over. For some reason he imagines it to be a human heart.
He likes things clean, and salt cleans. It also makes wounds hurt even more when rubbed in.
Seungri's like salt, and I'll be the heart, raw with wounds and cuts and bleeding all over. But the pain is nothing if the heart becomes clean after.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?"
"No reason. I like salt."
They grin at each other like the lunatics they are.
❚
He feels fear pooling in the pit of his stomach- or is it blood? It's warm and slick all over the bare skin there. Seungri dares a quick glance downwards and finds that indeed, blood is pooling on his stomach, from an unseeable wound.
When he jerks awake from this nightmare, he finds Jiyong's head on his stomach, hot mouth pressed to his bare skin, tongue warm and slick all over. He is reminded of the nightmare, so he shoves the other boy roughly.
"Don't, don't kill me," He mumbles and gathers up the blankets and bedsheets and tries to cover himself with them. "Don't kill me."
"Shh, it's okay. Nobody's going to kill you. I won't kill you."
He nips at Seungri's lower lip gently, murmuring words of comfort while his hands travel down the boy's sticky, spiny back. Slowly, he slips his tongue past Seungri's teeth, melting into the heat of his mouth.
"I won't kill you." He reassures him in between deep kisses. "I won't."
There is something sensual about death.
❚
One morning, Seungri wakes up and finds that Jiyong's hair has become black.
"Why'd you do that?" He shakes the empty hairdye box and raises an eyebrow at Jiyong.
"I want to be just like you."
❚
After they dump the body, Jiyong takes Seungri to an empty playground nearby.
That's when someone spots the two of them, right after they rid themselves of the body.
But for the rest of the evening, they laugh and push each other on the creaky swings, higher and higher till they (thought they) could touch the stars.
"You give me a shape, Jiyong. The shape of a monster." Seungri says when it's his turn on the swing. Jiyong is standing behind him, ready to lift him high into the sky when he hears this.
"But did you know that love is also in the shape of a monster?"
❚
They're on the news now, they're wanted criminals, murderers. Their faces flash across the television screen every few hours or so, and they've become more famous than ever. It's ironic, how Jiyong had wanted to be famous once as a teenager, and now here he is. Famous as a cold-blooded murderer.
Jiyong is avoiding everyone and everything, except Seungri. They stay in bed together, in the safety of blankets and warm bodies.
❚
"What's going to happen to us now?"
"We're going to fly, hyung."
Jiyong laughs, pinching Seungri's nosebridge. "You're always talking like you're on crack, or something."
Seungri grins a toothy grin and says, "I'm serious. We're really going to fly."
❚
The sounds of the police sirens ring out into the dawn, and Jiyong just laughs and laughs along with Seungri to drown them out. Air slices past their ears and cheeks, and it hurts, it hurts to fly.
When they fall to the concrete pavement though, there is sweet silence once and for all.
ouch, murderer!jiyong must be really awesome though, HAHA. I'm always strangely high when I write.