Savage [Part IV]
Savage
Pairings: GDTOP
Summary: After their car crushed in the middle of nowhere, Seunghyun dives into a world where everything revolves around a savage blond man.
A/N: I'm back bringing gifts with me! :D Gah, sorry for the hiatus, It's been kind of chaotic lately. I do hope to update, much, much faster. :)
Ugh, everytime I see a new big-bang video I want to shoot somebody. Did you notice how blanatly they ignore each other? It's horrible! What happened? Did they fight? I understand this. Last year there were gtop hints in every single clip! God, they make me so mad - just make up already, two idiots!
Ahem. Anyway, as I was saying... this chapter was actually a complete filler chapter. I started it before the hiatus I had, and even then I had already thought of a concept for it. I didn't want to do a hospital part, but I needed to give you a little BAND-MEMBERS point of view. It can't be Seunghyun that's always pushing them together, right...? Right? :|
Enjoy! :)
( Part I)
( Part II)
( Part III)
Part IV
Daesung tore the IV off his arm, to the shocked eyes of the nurse.
It hurt; he felt the long needle moving inside his arm until it plucked out. Red blood streamed out. He watched it for a second before throwing the blanket off him.
“Kang Daesung… Please, in your condition-“ She tried, gapping at the fact that he had enough strength to actually sit up in bed. “What are you doing?!” She almost screamed when he stood up, ignoring her completely.
A moment ago they had been flirting and hitting it off pretty nicely. Then some loud wailing was heard from the hallway. This went completely unnoticed by nurse since for her it was completely usual; children came here screaming and adults were always in pain and agony.
But Daesung knew that wail. “Mr. Kang!” She turned after him.
He ran out of him his room and glanced around before noticing them.
Seunghyun and Ji were standing in hospital gowns just like him. Seunghyun had the decency to wear pants while Ji had to suffice in the dress version. He took a wild guess that even making Ji wear that took infinity. Ji was clean now, and although his hair was still a horrible mess, he had wet bangs over his eyes and it suited him. He looked better, more civilized. Well, he would have looked more civilized, if he wasn’t bawling like a dog, screaming, and struggling like Seunghyun was trying to kill him.
Everybody stopped to stare.
“What happened?”
Seunghyun heard him running towards the both of them before he heard his voice.
“Hold his legs!” He ordered, and Daesung tried his best to catch at least one of Ji’s legs. It was impossible.
Ji released his leg easily, shaking it from Daesung’s grip, and scratched Seunghyun chest, before pushing him to ground and running away.
“Come back here!” He yelled before following Ji. “It’s an IV; it’s supposed to be inside your vein!”
Daesung wasn't sure if to laugh or to cry, before getting up to follow Seunghyun's steps. "Mr. Daesung! Please come back to bed!" The nurse tugged at his sleeve. "No-Ji's-"
"You have to lie down!" She insisted dragging him back to his room.
*
Ji stopped running somewhere on ground floor. He got tangled in his gown, stumbled down, looked back to see if Seunghyun's still behind him and jerked up.
He started scanning the hall.
He took in slowly the huge view of the entrance hall of the hospital. All of it must have seemed so weird to him: new places, new sights, new noises and smells. Seunghyun leaned on the wall, unable to interrupt him. He looked like a sweet tooth in a candy store, wanting to try out everything and yet unable to decide where to start.
In the village, people started whispering around about him, and staring at him as if he had grown horns. Perhaps he was some kind of a local legend. The Man in the White Fur; Yeah, Seunghyun could almost picture some old, drunk farmer catching a glimpse of him in the woods and spreading horrible rumors. Seungri almost immediately gave up his shirt for Ji's favor. Though Ji had troubles wearing it.
Their manager had come with a medical helicopter all the way from Seoul. Ji was glued to the glass all the way to the hospital; at first he was scared shitless and tried hiding. Then he started saying; 'Nom-nom' over and over again, and in the end he just stared outside as if he was seeing a divine creature outside.
He looked so fragile now, in a hospital gown, looking a little scared, but nonetheless adventurous. He twirled in place, eyes wide like plates, and had already forgot all about being chased, and his onyx eyes darted from face to face, to enormous windows and then to the speakers that announced somebody's name.
He turned around sharply once again, staring at the huge advertise of a dragon swirling around a bottle of mineral water. It was a popular fresh-water advertisement and was hanging around everywhere in Busan and Seoul. Seunghyun's first reaction was to catch up to him; he might attack the huge poster. Last thing he wanted was Ji attacking a big piece of paper.
Before he could get to him, Ji placed his hand over the dragon's head, as if patting him. "Ji…?"
He looked up smiling. "Ji!" He exclaimed, and clamped his hand on the poster again.
"Okay… You like the poster?"
He shook his head. "Ji…" He pointed to himself, and then to the dragon.
Seunghyun immediately assumed he meant the name of the drink; "G… Dragon?" he asked, saying the name slowly. He shook his head again. "Do you want to drink?" he showed a drinking motion with his hand.
"No, no, no, no!" He shook his head wildly, making his messy hair even messier. "Ji-"
"Yong. It's a drago-"
"Ji-yong." He pointed to himself, a silly, mouthful smile plastered on his face. He looked horribly happy.
"Is that your name? Jiyong?"
"Yes, Ji-yong! Jiyong!"
Seunghyun smiled, and ruffled his blonde hair.
"Seunghyun…?"
The both turned back. Standing in a blue dress, was Hyori Lee, and behind the glass doors of the entrance, thousands of cameras started flashing, perhaps at his surprised expression. But rather than hugging his girlfriend and kissing her, Seunghyun caught Ji's hand and started running.
*
The male nurse that was assigned to Seungri was the complete opposite of talkative, so Seungri had to do all the work for the both of them.
He hated sitting in a wheelchair, but the doctor said his legs had seen better days, and if he wanted to continue dancing like he did before the accident, he needed to do minimal walking in the next week, and a lot of physiotherapy.
The nurse had dark hair and dark eyes and skin, and all he did was nod and maybe warn him if he did something extremely stupid. Like getting up from his wheelchair. He was fairly nice, since he didn’t say anything offending, and he didn’t glare when Seungri was being impossible. As rare as those moments were.
Seungri never really remembered his name since it was long and complicated, so he gave the man a nickname; Johnwook, maybe because he had a strange resemblance to Choi Dongwook.
Johnwook strolled him down the hallway to his room. They had just left the surgery room, and the narcosis in his hand hasn’t yet passed. He got 34 stitches on his arm to seal his nasty wound.
“Thirty-four! Can you imagine that? It looks pretty neat, too, don’t you think?”
Johnwook nodded.
“It looks like I came out of some horror movie.”
Johnwook nodded again.
Seungri blinked when two figures came running into the hallway, and smiled at the familiar faces.
“Seunghyun!” He called, waving his functioning hand.
“Seungli!” Ji called back, mimicking the wave. “Seungli,” he started, and pointed to himself. “Jiyong.”
“Jiyong?” Seungri turned to Seunghyun.
“It’s his full name. Jiyong.”
“Oh! That’s a pretty name, Ji.”
“Jiyong!” He corrected, a stern look cupping his features.
“Okay, okay, Jiyong!”
“Could you please say we went that way?”
Suddenly he noticed that Seunghyun was out of breath, and was frowning lightly. “Why?”
“Hiding!” The savage exclaimed, pointing to the hallway from which they came from. Both of the band members looked at each other and then on him.
“Playing hide and seek?”
“No, it’s just-“
“Big flashes! Boom, boom!” Jiyong raised his fists and opened them in a quick motion. It made the action look like fireworks. But Seungri got the hang of it.
“I know a place where nobody will dare to look.”
*
Youngbae was connected to a machine of some sort.
The doctors said he was sleeping, but Seunghyun felt like he was in a coma, lying there, lifeless, an IV dripping slowly and his heart monitored.
Daesung was here when they came in. They all sat in silence for a few minutes, looking at his motionless form.
Johnwook claimed that it was time for Seungri’s nap and went to organize his room. Then, it was silent again.
“Do you think he’ll wake up?”
“Of course, he’ll wake up!” Daesung looked deterred by Seungri’s question, that he held his breathing until he finished the sentence.
“Stop it, he’s just sleeping.” Seunghyun tried, but there was no use - his voice alone was like a quiet echo, said but soon to be forgotten.
“Beep, beep.” Jiyong pressed onto the screen of the monitor. It answered him in beeping. “Beep, beep, beep.” He continued, cocking his head to the side.
“Is he talking to the machine?”
“I think he’s trying to figure out what it does.”
“It’s his heart-beat, Ji.”
“Jiyong!” He raised his nose in air like a pouting child and came back to communicating with the monitors.
“It’s his name,” The oldest member of the band started, but trailed off. Jiyong started sniffing the IV and hitting it, as if the thing was amusing.
‘Big flashes’. What a reality-check. He kept thinking over and over that this is a dream, jumping from one reality to another as if he was Alice in wonderland. One second he was happy he was alive, the other moved by the way a complete stranger helped them, and then, he was here. Back in familiar territory, when it wasn’t familiar; hospitals, wheelchairs - he glanced at Seungri’s immobile form on the device and it stung his eyes - everything about this was screaming dream. Especially Youngbae, on the bed. So still it was almost nerve wrecking.
If putting this in figurative environment: Jiyong wasn’t a part of the familiar territory. He was a creature Seunghyun brought from his dreams and that’s why nothing fit into place anymore. Normal logic screamed at him that erasing Jiyong would be the best way to get everything back where it was. Seunghyun didn’t want to acknowledge that logic; every cell in his body confirmed that this situation was natural, perhaps surreal a little bit and moving way too fast, but this is how it was meant to be.
“What are we going to do with him?”
“Hide him in my house.” Came Seungri’s very smart solution. “We can say he’s my hillbilly cousin from aboard. The press knows I have a huge family.”
“Oh come on, we don’t have to be so drastic. We can just say the truth.”
“And let the press rip him to shreds? He’s like a child; he won’t even understand what’s being done to him.” Seunghyun sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead.
“Well, we can’t just leave him.”
“No one suggested leaving him-“
“Jiyong nom-nom!” All faces turned to Jiyong. “Nom-nom!” He waved his hands franticly. He frowned, his blonde hair falling on his dark eyes. “Ah! Ah!” He opened his mouth and pointed inside of it.
“I think he wants to eat. Food, right, Jiyong?”
“Yes, Nom-nom.” He nodded his head.
*
Dong Youngbae was flying across universes.
He was floating, and it was dark, yet slow dots glittered around him. Some were bigger, others smaller. Colorful clouds moved slowly and waves of heat and frost passed him as he idly hovered.
There was no exit, and no entrance. He felt at ease. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was in no rush. He had nothing to do. Complete serenity.
But then he felt something on his forehead. It was irritating. He wanted it to stop. Then it suddenly occurred to him, that he had a show next week. A concert.
All the stars and suns and planets turned into vivid balls of crayon doodles, and the emptiness that he floated in, slowly turned into deep grey.
Another hit and this time he was really annoyed. He started feeling groggy, and he felt how his leg hurts and his left side and-
“Jiyong, stop hitting him…” A drowsy, yet authoritative comment; no doubt that it was Seunghyun.
The nudging in his forehead stopped, but now he was wide awake. He opened his eyes gently, because he felt like they’re going to rip if he’ll do it too quickly.
“Youngbae!” Ji whispered as quietly as he could. It was dark, and there were no lights in the room they were in, the only thing that illuminated Ji was the lights from the street. They were in a hospital.
Youngbae opened his mouth to ask, but Ji put a hand on his mouth. “Shhh… Seunghyun sleep-ing.” He pointed to the small couch that was used for visitors. It was now occupied by a male in his twenties in hospital clothes and had a big towel on his torso.
Jiyong stalked to the couch, still pointing. Seunghyun caught his hand. “That’s right, Seunghyun is sleep-ing. As in right now.”
“No, Seunghyun slept. Seunghyun sleeping then. Now - no.”
Jiyong caught one of his hairs and tugged it.
“Ugh, you never get out of energy, don’t you? Don’t you want to sleep?”
“Mmmnn.” Jiyong sat next to Seunghyun and put his head on his belly.
Something about the whole picture felt both wrong and right in Youngbae’s mind. He couldn’t pin down what exactly, but it didn’t ring any alarm bells, but nor did it make him feel rested. “Good sleep, Youngbae.”
“Goodnight.” Youngbae replied.
Seunghyun jerked into sitting, hitting Jiyong in the process.
“You awake?” He allowed himself to smile a little. But only a little and add; “Welcome back, Youngbae.”
“GOOD SLEEP!” Jiyong caught the entire place on the sofa, and covered himself in the towel, leaving no place at all for Seunghyun. For good measure, he even turned to the wall.
STAY TUNED.
Sssoooo, how do you like the filler chapter?
I know it's terribly short, forgives meh.
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