Quiver [1/1]
Title; Quiver
Author; lacegloves
Fandom; Crossover [BIG BANG/Gackt]
Pairing; None
Rating; G
Warning; None
Notes; A request from a friend. Hope this is alright.
Hoodie was pulled up over his head to hide blonde hair. Even here, with all these artists, he felt like he stuck out. Sure that was the point, but when he wanted to blend in and hide away from the eyes of others it just brought his plans to a screeching halt. He’d slipped away from the rest of Big Bang, heading down the halls of the concert hall after their performance. His body ached from the workout their dancing gave, and hair was damp with sweat. He wanted to go back to the hotel, shower, sleep, and curl up for the rest of their trip.
He was jolted back to the hall when he ran into someone. He mumbled out a quick apology in his native tongue, stopping short and lifting a hand. He was in Japan, that wouldn’t work, he reminded himself before repeating it all in stuttered out Japanese. He didn’t even bother to look up, caught by surprise when his wrist was grabbed suddenly when he tried to brush past the minor distraction.
He looked back, staring a moment before realizing just who’s amused smile he was looking at. “Gackt-san...” he mumbled, retracting his wrist when the soloist released it. “Gomen nasai...” he said, apologizing with a bit more politeness the second time around.
“You’re in a hurry,” was Gackt’s only observation, leaning his head to the side. His expression was somewhat obscure as to what was turning around in his head, leaving Jiyong feeling uneasy. He nodded to the other’s statement, taking a small step back. Eyes darted to the side, teeth worrying at his lower lip as he waited. “Come on in, you can relax.”
Eyes widened at the offered, looking up at the famous artist before stammering a moment. Japanese wasn’t his best language, after all. Chinese, English, Korean, but Japanese was a whole other story. “I, ano.. but you, do you have performance soon?” he asked, shaking his head a bit in confusion. Gackt just smiled at the attempts, nodding idly.
“Not right now.”
“Aaa....”
“Please.” he said, motioning once more toward the empty lounge-like room. There were two sofas and a bench, mirrors along one wall, and a television showing the concert currently on the stage. Jiyong paused a moment longer before smiling and slipping into the room. He flopped down on one of the sofa’s, letting out a long, tired sigh and leaning his head back.
“Arigatou.” he said simply, letting his head lull to one side as he watched Gackt take a seat on the opposite sofa. His attention easily floated to the muted television, ignoring Jiyong for the most part. Only a small glance and reassuring smile hinted that Gackt knew he was there. “You watched our live too..?” he said after a small pause, thinking over each sentence before opening his mouth.
“Hai, you did well.”
“Arigatou.”
“I’m looking forward to your solo concert. The album is good.” Jiyong stared at the comment, frowning just slightly as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Gackt just smirked at him, enjoying the response and sitting back on the couch. “I can tell you worked hard on it.” he explained.
Jiyong smiled at the words, looking down in a shy sort of action. He couldn’t help but nod, humming in thought. “Yeah.. I don’t know. I’m really tired too, because of it all.” he mumbled, watching Gackt nod in understanding. “All the criticism is starting to get to me, I think.”
“Don’t let them see it.” was Gackt’s only response. He turned back to the screen. “Your group and your fans are still supporting you, so you can’t be hiding from them like this...” Jiyong looked up at the words, staring in mild surprise. Gackt knew what he was trying to do? That he had been running from his group...
“... ano,” he started, pausing and waiting for some kind of response to come. He smiled sheepishly, nodding. “Arigatou.” He laughed as he said it yet again, looking down and pulling his knees up against his chest. He looked to the television, spirits lifted somehow, and watched the performance. Across from his Gackt stood, offered a wave, and slipped from the room.
“Fighting~!” Jiyong called after him, hearing the small laugh as the door closed.
Author; lacegloves
Fandom; Crossover [BIG BANG/Gackt]
Pairing; None
Rating; G
Warning; None
Notes; A request from a friend. Hope this is alright.
Hoodie was pulled up over his head to hide blonde hair. Even here, with all these artists, he felt like he stuck out. Sure that was the point, but when he wanted to blend in and hide away from the eyes of others it just brought his plans to a screeching halt. He’d slipped away from the rest of Big Bang, heading down the halls of the concert hall after their performance. His body ached from the workout their dancing gave, and hair was damp with sweat. He wanted to go back to the hotel, shower, sleep, and curl up for the rest of their trip.
He was jolted back to the hall when he ran into someone. He mumbled out a quick apology in his native tongue, stopping short and lifting a hand. He was in Japan, that wouldn’t work, he reminded himself before repeating it all in stuttered out Japanese. He didn’t even bother to look up, caught by surprise when his wrist was grabbed suddenly when he tried to brush past the minor distraction.
He looked back, staring a moment before realizing just who’s amused smile he was looking at. “Gackt-san...” he mumbled, retracting his wrist when the soloist released it. “Gomen nasai...” he said, apologizing with a bit more politeness the second time around.
“You’re in a hurry,” was Gackt’s only observation, leaning his head to the side. His expression was somewhat obscure as to what was turning around in his head, leaving Jiyong feeling uneasy. He nodded to the other’s statement, taking a small step back. Eyes darted to the side, teeth worrying at his lower lip as he waited. “Come on in, you can relax.”
Eyes widened at the offered, looking up at the famous artist before stammering a moment. Japanese wasn’t his best language, after all. Chinese, English, Korean, but Japanese was a whole other story. “I, ano.. but you, do you have performance soon?” he asked, shaking his head a bit in confusion. Gackt just smiled at the attempts, nodding idly.
“Not right now.”
“Aaa....”
“Please.” he said, motioning once more toward the empty lounge-like room. There were two sofas and a bench, mirrors along one wall, and a television showing the concert currently on the stage. Jiyong paused a moment longer before smiling and slipping into the room. He flopped down on one of the sofa’s, letting out a long, tired sigh and leaning his head back.
“Arigatou.” he said simply, letting his head lull to one side as he watched Gackt take a seat on the opposite sofa. His attention easily floated to the muted television, ignoring Jiyong for the most part. Only a small glance and reassuring smile hinted that Gackt knew he was there. “You watched our live too..?” he said after a small pause, thinking over each sentence before opening his mouth.
“Hai, you did well.”
“Arigatou.”
“I’m looking forward to your solo concert. The album is good.” Jiyong stared at the comment, frowning just slightly as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Gackt just smirked at him, enjoying the response and sitting back on the couch. “I can tell you worked hard on it.” he explained.
Jiyong smiled at the words, looking down in a shy sort of action. He couldn’t help but nod, humming in thought. “Yeah.. I don’t know. I’m really tired too, because of it all.” he mumbled, watching Gackt nod in understanding. “All the criticism is starting to get to me, I think.”
“Don’t let them see it.” was Gackt’s only response. He turned back to the screen. “Your group and your fans are still supporting you, so you can’t be hiding from them like this...” Jiyong looked up at the words, staring in mild surprise. Gackt knew what he was trying to do? That he had been running from his group...
“... ano,” he started, pausing and waiting for some kind of response to come. He smiled sheepishly, nodding. “Arigatou.” He laughed as he said it yet again, looking down and pulling his knees up against his chest. He looked to the television, spirits lifted somehow, and watched the performance. Across from his Gackt stood, offered a wave, and slipped from the room.
“Fighting~!” Jiyong called after him, hearing the small laugh as the door closed.