Savage [Part VI]
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 BACCCKKKK!
First of all; SORRY. SORRY. I CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS HOW SORRY I AM. I'm lazy, then I can't write, then invisible forces drag me away when I do have inspiration and everything kind of blurs. I have no right to be forgiven. :(
Secondly, if you must know, I finished Savage. Yup. FINISHED. It'll be 9 parts. It'll be updated weekly, though I'm not sure what day exactly. This way, you won't kill me and say that I'm dragging this fic and nobody likes it. YAY!
Lastly, I figured that I'm not going to be a beta. I think my writing has a few flaws here and there, but overall, I'm okay. (This is the part where you start yelling at me.) So, ENJOY IT.
Wow. It's really good to be back. *inhales community gtop-ness*
Discliamer: Big Bang belongs to YGentrtiament. President Yang may have their bodies. But I have their souls. :>
( Part I) ( Part II) ( Part III) ( Part IV) ( Part V)
Part VI
Seunghyun closed the door of his room.
After hesitating for a few minutes, he opened it, and peeked to the room across his. Usually it was the room where the managers or one of the family members stayed while visiting. Now it was occupied by Jiyong.
He looked displeased with the room, and Seunghyun was at loss on how to please him.
When he asked what was wrong, Jiyong just frowned.
Seunghyun put his hand through his hair, sighing.
He was not going to think of Jiyong now; he was going to sleep and dream about ponies and chocolate and dancing pink ballerinas, for all he cared. He needed a break. This was for the best.
Now that he thought about it more deeply, it was the first time since the forest that they separated.
Jiyong's door was opened wide, yet it was dark, and he couldn't see the other on his bed.
He sat down, lazily taking off his shirt.
Was bringing Jiyong here a good choice? Hyori won't hesitate to bring him down. One word from her and Jiyong will turn into the autistic brother of Seungri. Or worse, Seunghyun's mentally ill adopted son.
YG entrainment will deny any connection, leaving the press ogling their every move, and thinking it's probably true.
He settled down on bed, and sighed.
His bed smelled clean. He let his hand roam on the silky sheets. His body relaxed, and he closed his eyes. He hadn't felt this easy and comforted for such a long time.
It seemed like that stupid concert in Busan was years ago. So many things happened after it and…
"Seunghyun, can't sleep."
Jiyong was standing on his doorstep, holding the handle of the door.
He looked like he didn't want to invade Seunghyun's room without asking.
"Didn't you say you were sleepy?"
"Mmm…" He looked around.
After convincing him putting on some boxers (Seungri's going to throw a fit about it later, but who the hell cares, right?), he looked more civil. His hair also dried out, all puffy and unbalanced from wrong trimming Jiyong did by himself in the forest.
But Seunghyun founded himself getting distracted by his long legs. He was taller than most - taller than Youngbae, even from Daesung.
He rubbed his eyes.
"Alright, come here."
Jiyong took small steps and put his hands on the mattress before crouching his nose again.
"The same here."
"What is?"
Jiyong pushed his hand into the mattress, than sat down on it.
It was an orthopedic mattress Seunghyun's manager ordered from Swiss. He couldn't see what possibly could go wrong with it.
"Is it uncomfortable? Or-"
"Soft."
"Oh."
Of course, it was soft. But for someone who lived his life in a forest, and slept on dried leaves, this change was not welcomed.
He tried to think what could be harder than this.
He stood up, taking Jiyong by his hand to the living-room.
Their sofa was hard like hell.
"This is better, right? Not soft."
Jiyong sat down beside him and nodded.
Giddy with satisfaction that Jiyong was pleased, he took the blanket off the armchair and put it on Jiyong.
"Goodnight," he was about to get up, when Jiyong leaned to him, and put his head on his shoulder. He was closer to the railing, so he took a deep breath and leaned on it.
"What is good?"
"The opposite of bad."
"Mmm… bad nom-nom is green wasabi."
Seunghyun chuckled lightly. "Yes, that right."
"Then good nom-nom is candies Seungri's."
"Yes, that's right. Seungri's candies," Seunghyun mused on the huge package of candies Seungri's brother sent to him. His sister gave him a slap on the head and told him to never do it again. He guessed that was her way of showing her love. She seemed very fond of Jiyong.
He smiled when he remembered how they interacted.
"Seunghyun - good?"
Sighing, he looked at the mop of blonde hair on his shoulder. He raised his hand and wrapped it on Jiyong's shoulders, moving so they'll both be more comfortable on the sofa. Jiyong's head fit neatly underneath his chin and his hair tickled his skin.
"Every person has different good and bad, Jiyong."
"I want your good and bad."
He didn't really know how to answer to that.
"Is Youngbae good?"
"Yes."
"Daesung?"
"Yes."
"Seungli?"
"Yes, Jiyong, they're all good."
"And me?"
"You're also good."
He could feel him smiling against his neck.
"Then Seunghyun is also good, too."
*
He woke up to Seungri's obnoxious scream.
"No, stop it, Jiyong, stop it!" It was joined by giggles, and he was forced to open his eyes now.
He was lying on the sofa in the living-room, his back and neck all cramped.
He didn't remembered falling asleep really; he just remembered that he kept telling himself that he'll go to bed once Jiyong will be asleep.
The blanket was neatly drawn till his neck.
"Stop it!" He giggled again, and Seunghyun could hear feet shuffling over ceramic tiles before Seungri appeared before him blocking the TV which still aired recap's of some drama.
"Hyung tell him!" He whined, "You like fondling him-“
Seunghyun rubbed his face in frustration. "What? I'm what?"
"You were sleeping together all curled up like a pair of lovebirds. And suddenly, I had an epiphany!" he exclaimed, showing drastic hand movements.
"Epiphany!" Jiyong mimicked, standing by the armchair, making a curious face.
Seungri ignored him and continued; "I understood why you were acting all mature and responsible, even suggested staying with Jiyong alone-"
"Oh god, just shut up." Seunghyun rolled his eyes, and got up.
"Don't worry Jiyong; I won't let big bad Seunghyun, hurt you! I'll be your savior!"
"Bad Seunghyun?" A panicked look captured his features, as if he didn't know what to do or say.
"Seungri meant it as a joke."
"No, I didn't-"
"Shut up."
Jiyong nodded, trying to understand what was happening.
It wasn't as if he was stupid or autistic. It was just that he didn't live with humans and didn't know. It must be difficult for him.
"I came here, because I thought you two could use some company. Saw you meeting Hyori on the news."
"Yeah, she was a peach." He walked to the kitchen and poured himself something to drink.
Jiyong messed with the remote control, making the volume go up and down and up again and again.
His new phone lay on the counter. He probably left it there yesterday.
It rattled annoyingly, vibrating.
He picked it up, almost automatically, and then regretted it immediately. 76 missed calls. Who would've thought? The last one to call was Hyori. She also sent a text message.
"If you value your band, meet me at Han Coffee on the 79th."
He gritted his teeth, but went to change his clothes.
"Seungri, could you please watch over him for an hour or so?"
"This is what I came for, right Jiyong?"
Jiyong hit him, a naughty smile cupping his face. He looked like such a kid at times like this.
"Make sure he won't destroy the house. Or hell, make sure you don't destroy the house." He wore his jacket in haste and plastered his purple sunglasses to complete him look.
The I-just-woke-up hair style would look naturally appealing. He didn't have time for anything else. He knew she wasn't very patient.
"Seunghyun?" Jiyong called after him. This panicked look again, he didn't know how to deal with him. What to tell him? Would he even understand him if he did?
"I'll be back, okay?"
Jiyong seemed to look for something in the room. He turned from him completely, as if something else was on his mind.
Seunghyun straightened his jacket, watching blonde hairs flutter in the light breeze.
"I'll be going then," He said, averting his eyes to Seungri who nodded.
"Where to?"
"Hyori," he simply reasoned before closing the door.
*
He didn't expect much, since a café a public place, and Hyori had her reputation going on.
They sat there for an hour or two, talking with hushed voices about how much they hated each other and throwing threats in air.
He didn't dare to fake a kiss or fond stroke to her face. This was not the time. He felt like he should be at home with Jiyong.
He couldn't help but think that this should be for the best.
They needed time alone.
Jiyong wasn't a baby, and Seunghyun wasn't his mom.
This was for the best; they were spending too much time together anyway. Seungri would keep him much more of a pleasant company, since they got along better.
Seungri was a bit eccentric, though.
By the time he was strolling back to the apartment, he was worried like hell. Seungri couldn't be trusted with staying alone with Jiyong. What was he thinking?
He should've brought him to Youngbae or even Daesung. Anybody but Seungri.
He opened the door to the apartment, and was surprised to find himself gasping for air from the long run.
The loud music filled his ears.
Jiyong was sitting on the carpet next to the TV, a game playing on the screen.
He was holding the joystick.
His hair was in a high bun on top of his head. Probably to get the hair out of his eyes while playing.
He skillfully paused the game and made a face at Seunghyun as a greeting. His blonde hairs wriggling from side to side like a firework.
He looked so normal.
"Here, I found Pokémon. Its way better than that Digimon addition, you'll love it." Seungri came back from his room, holding a few other disks of games in his hands.
"Hyung! Back so early?"
"What are you doing?" He didn't mean it to sound so offending, but it was just that he expected something else. Like a burned down house.
"Playing! Jiyong has a real hand for games! He's better than me!"
Seunghyun sighed before taking his jacket off.
Jiyong felt colder now, as if he didn't mind if Seunghyun was there or not. It might be something in his eyes, like a glare of some kind.
Jiyong turned back to the game.
Seunghyun went back to his room.
Perhaps he was wrong about Seungri. Seungri didn't keep his mouth shut for even a second, and Jiyong needed constant talking. He was learning better like this.
*
In the evening he got another text message from Hyori, but ignored it.
Seungri warmed up the delicious food his mom made and the three of them sat and ate it while laughing.
Jiyong was making a mess of himself, the cute ponytail on his head making him look like a pineapple.
His face was all greasy and he ate with his hands despite Seungri's or Seunghyun's protests, and his shirt was wet from grease and sauce.
Seungri laughed at him, and then remembered it's his clothes and they're expensive, and it was Seunghyun's turn to laugh.
This was comfortable like this, and he didn't want to leave.
Then she started calling.
He put his phone on vibration again, but she was persistent, and probably didn't have anything else to do.
She was waiting for him in another café, this time a fancy one.
She already told the press he'll be there.
When he came back, the house was quiet.
The living room seemed cold and lonely. The door to Jiyong's room was shut closed. Seunghyun wondered if he was sleeping with Seungri.
Something inside of him was clawing in protest, if that was really so.
He went to bed.
*
Daesung still needed medical attention, but overall was feeling fine, so he stayed at home. Seunghyun talked to him on daily basis.
Youngbae visited once in a while, since his family lived in Seoul. He looked fine and said that he was back to working out and had already appointed a meeting with the YG health instructor. Sometimes he came with old children's books and taught Jiyong about letters and grammar and math. Jiyong didn't look too interested but listened nonetheless. One time he even feigned sleep, and another he made a tantrum yelling gibberish and saying 'don't wanna'.
Hyunsuk Yang ordered to wait for all of the members get well, and only then they'll talk about business; "Now, you have to focus on what's important. Your health. Then we'll see what we'll do. With him too." He eyed Jiyong uneasily, who was eating a Yogurt with a spoon.
Before Seunghyun noticed, he had spent most of the week out, wasting his time on Hyori. They had came to the point where he simply gave in to her constant bickering. She wanted to meet with him every day, fine. He can do that. He can also come to her stupid apartment, once in a while, sit there for a few hours and glare at her before leaving. That was fine.
Jiyong was safe. And Big Bang was safe.
He sighed when it was once again Sunday. She had made him go to her mother again. And he hated her mother. Not that her mother was particularly fond of him. Scratch that, her mother would put poison in his cup if she could.
When he was at the door he heard loud moaning. It sounded a lot like Jiyong.
Alarmed that something might've happened to him and Seungri was probably flirting with some girls at the gym downstairs, just like yesterday, he ran to his room. Jiyong's door was opened, but there was nobody inside.
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
Alright, that didn't sound like Jiyong… It sounded like a British woman... And it was coming from Seungri's room.
Dreading all the bad thoughts away, he quietly crept to the room. Trying not to judge something by the way it sounds, he took a deep breath and peeked inside.
For a second there, he felt at ease. Jiyong was sitting on Seungri's bed, legs collected to himself, biting onto lip. He glanced at Seunghyun, and without a word came back to the TV.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me more…!"
The plastic bag with the takeout Seungri and Jiyong ordered while he was on his way home, dropped on the floor. And Seunghyun stood there, with an opened mouth, while two men fucked like bunnies with a petite looking blonde with huge boobs.
He gasped when he saw Jiyong repeating after her, mouthing the words 'fuck me'.
Just that instant, he heard the toilet flush and a bored-looking Seungri emerge from the bathroom.
"I'll fucking murder you!!!"
*
Seungri was sitting in the kitchen with a packet of ice on his forehead. Jiyong was sitting beside him, looking curious.
Youngbae cleared his throat. If he had not come in time to take Seunghyun off Seungri, the guy would probably be in hospital right now. Again.
What Seungri did had no pardon. It seemed to him that he had stained Jiyong’s mind, that he hurt him or abused him. Seunghyun wasn’t even thinking at the time. Only wishing to somehow undo all this.
“Jiyong, why don’t you go to your room?” Youngbae suggested.
Jiyong shook his head wildly, clutching onto Seungri’s hand and easily intertwining their hands together, as if to show that the both of them are in trouble just the same. This made Seunghyun even more irritated.
“Jiyong.” Seunghyun used a more commending tone.
“No, I’m staying!” His eyebrows furrowed together, sending him a glare.
"You… I'll strangle you in your sleep." Seunghyun threw yet another threat and if Seungri didn't look horrified until now, now he looked like all hell broken loose.
"No, you won't. Let's just. Umm… act civilly for a second."
"He asked for it!" Seungri came back with a retort.
"Let me see if I understand this clearly. You're saying, that Jiyong asked you to let him watch porn?"
"No!" Seungri adjusted his ice-pack so it won't fall off. "We were sitting watching some stupid talk-show, and they were talking about sex, so he asked what sex is-" Jiyong nodded, confirming his words. "So I showed him!"
"You showed him porn? PORN? Is there some moral inside that head of yours or you completely lack it?"
"Well, I tried explaining it, but he looked like he didn't understand a thing of what I said."
"So you decided to show him a movie of people fucking?!"
"Alright, let's calm down." Youngbae sighed. "Before you continue, let's see to that no permanent damage was done. I mean, you didn't watch a lot right?"
"We watched four movies. He kept saying more after one was over-"
Seunghyun rubbed his face in frustration. "I'll stuff a beehive inside your throat, Seungri! I swear I will!"
"Okay, okay!" Youngbae put a hand on Seunghyun's shoulder.
"Jiyong, um… Those movies weren’t real… sex is when two people love each other… they do it."
"Love?"
"Yes, it's something that is stronger than 'like'."
Jiyong stuck his stare at Seunghyun until he started to feel nervous about it. He averted it to Youngbae when he continued talking. "So those people in the movie love?"
Youngbae glanced at Jiyong and nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Then…" He hesitated before turning to Seungri and hugging him. "Seungri, I love you!" Seungri turned from adrenalin-red, to simply tomato-red.
Seunghyun fisted his hands.
"No, no…! Umm…" Youngbae rubbed his head. "What you feel for Seungri is like!"
"No! I love Seungri!"
"Would you like to do with Seungri what they were doing on TV?"
Jiyong seemed to consider it before shaking his head. "I… I don't understand." He finally said.
Youngbae sighed. Making him understand was difficult.
The four of them sat in silence.
*
After eating, Seunghyun felt like all he wanted to do was to lie down.
Jiyong curled up on the sofa, a blanket tangled around him and between his legs.
Seungri locked his door after himself. Still scared shitless when Seunghyun so much as growled at him.
Seunghyun wasn't going to stay mad long, but he was simply furious.
In his eyes Jiyong was a newborn baby in this world. And what Seungri did was simply… disgusting in a way. It was the same way that showing a small child porno.
Seunghyun shut the television, and gently put his hand on Jiyong's shoulder.
"Hey… wake up… Come on, you'll catch a cold if you sleep here."
Jiyong blinked sleepily, digging deeper into the warm blanket before finally sitting up shakily.
He hadn't stayed alone with Jiyong for quite a while, and it almost seemed awkward now that they were together just the two of them.
Seungri was a good verbal teacher to him, and it seemed that Jiyong approved quickly. Now that he wasn’t home a lot, Jiyong seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder. In fact, Jiyong and Seunghyun barely talked.
He would ignore him or give him this weird gaze that was somewhere between a glare and an attempt to melt Seunghyun down.
Seunghyun guessed he was feeling ignored all the same, since Seunghyun would always somehow leave him.
Jiyong stood up.
"Did you accustom to your bed?" Seunghyun asked, thinking about making his peace with him.
"I don’t understand that word… No." Jiyong simply answered, taking the blanket he was sleeping with off the sofa. "But it's not like you care," He started to fold the blanket neatly, seeing that all the edges fit into each other.
This was no longer Ji from the forest.
This was no trace of weird accent in his voice nor did 'nom-nom' exclamations leave his lips.
"Jiyong, I…"
He stopped folding the blanket, directing another glare his way. Just a while ago they both slept on that sofa and he never even considered anything else except the simplicity of that moment.
"I don't know why you're angry, but I'm sorry. I'm sure I didn't mean it."
"I'm not angry," he shrugged his shoulders in that Seungri-fashion that wasn't very rare, and turned to leave.
"Yes, you are Jiyong. You're clearly acting out." He clasped onto his hand, helplessly. It was irritating, this kind of behavior. After everything that Seunghyun did for him, to keep him safe and sound and away from the cameras, all he got was a shrug. He didn't know what to do or how to behave around Jiyong. Most of the time he didn’t know what to answer. It was like he was floating down a current. He just picked stuff up by the way without knowing where it’ll lead.
"Take your hand off me." He ordered, lips pursed together, emotion flashing in his eyes like he's just been provoked.
Seunghyun frowned. What was wrong with him? One minute he was a coy kitten, the other an enraged lion.
"Jiyong… tell me what is wrong? Are you hurt-"
"Stop it!" Jiyong took a few steps back, looking on the floor.
"Stop what?" Seunghyun brawled.
Jiyong looked around trying to find the right words.
He can't express himself, it dawned to Seunghyun, and he can't say what's wrong.
"I am not a child! Stop asking! I can be fine without you!" He tore his hand out of his grip, before running to his room.
*
"What's wrong? You seem… distracted."
Daesung was lying in his bed, admiring the new book Seunghyun brought him. He looked truly concerned.
"No… It's nothing." Seunghyun smiled slowly, before changing the subject; "So, you like it?"
"Well, it is favorite author… and it is a book that I didn't read yet. Mom won’t let me up just yet, so I'm bored out of my wits." He laughed. "Watching variety shows got boring after the first week… Seunghyun…? Seunghyun!" Daesung puffed his cheeks. "I can smell it when you're bothered. What's wrong?"
“Am I a fatherly figure?”
Daesung’s light laughter always made things better. It was a part of the reason why he came in the first place. “You’re a what?” He managed between snickers.
“Am I overprotective?”
Daesung considered this; “Well… not overprotective. But yes, you do strive to protect the four of us… sometimes you go a little overboard, doing things that are really unnecessary. I think it’s only natural, you’re the leader - so you make the calls. You’re also the oldest.”
“Meaning, I am overprotective.”
“What is this about, Seunghyun? Did something happen?”
“I had a fight with Seungri…”
“What else is new…?” He chuckled, more to himself; Seunghyun wasn’t cooperating with his humor. “What is it this time?”
“Remember that stack of porn videos we found underneath his bed last year?”
“Yeah! That was the funniest thing in the world. Who knew that he’d fall for such corny names! I mean; ‘Cindr-ass-ella’…? Oh, oh! And ‘The Wizards of Pussy’!”
“Yes, well, he decided to share his collection of corny porn with Jiyong.”
At this, Daesung doubled down, and laughed even harder, hitting his pillow and rolling on his mattress.
Seunghyun waited patiently for him to stop.
Surely, he should’ve expected this, but for some reason, he thought that talking about this with Daesung will make him better.
Seeing his friend’s displeased facial expression, Daesung tried to control himself and took a deep breath.
Seunghyun continued; “So when I tried talking to Jiyong he yelled at me, said that he can be fine… Without me.”
“Maybe you’re smothering him… At the hospital you barely left his side.”
“I barely saw him in the past week…”
Daesung paused, rubbing his nape.
He didn’t say anything for the longest time.
Seunghyun started to wonder if he even was still thinking about it, at all, and then, suddenly; “Look. I’m not an expert in relationships.” He finally managed out, and sat up; leveling himself so he could look directly to Seunghyun’s eyes. He put his hand on Seunghyun’s shoulder.
“What you and Jiyong have is something between the two of you. Even in the forest… he learned your name first-“
“I was the only one awake, and--“
“-I also woke up in the middle of the night and saw you two huddled together, I didn’t even know who he was then--”
“What? When?”
“When my fever went down. It doesn’t matter now,” He said quickly. “It’s not only him. You were completely mesmerized by him from the start.”
“I was not!”
Daesung rubbed his nape again.
“What I’m trying to say is that neither Seungri or Youngbae, nor I can help you with this. Every person has a different approach to him. He came with us to the city because of you. He took your hand. Even if he’s angry with you or doesn’t want to talk to you, he still stays here. He knows he can come back to the forest. Hell, he can see it from the windows of the dorm. But he stays.”
It dawned to Seunghyun that he never really thought of closing neither the door, nor the windows and Jiyong could easily slip out and go outside without any second thoughts.
“The only thing you have to drill into you is that Jiyong isn’t a kid. He’s also not a wild pet you can keep to yourself.”
“I never-“
“But you do. You keep him locked up all day inside the dorm, with only Youngbae and Seungri as entertainment. Youngbae complained that he never sees Teddy or the others…Why did you bring him from his solitary in the forest? So he’ll live in the solitary of our dorms?”
“It’s for his protection!”
Daesung chuckled. “If you want to protect him, you’ll stay by his side and hold his shoulder or something when you go out! So answering your question, yes, you are overprotective!”
He was right, of course. Seunghyun frowned.
*
TBC.
Jiyong growing up.
Seunghyun doesn't knows what he's doing.
I enjoy writing this. *cackles*
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