the adventures of rain-dance summer

[lovelyable]

this is going to sound incredibly naive and (...blanking on the right word right now, omg) well-to-do/first-world/ignorant of me, but i've been so incredibly happy the past few months and would just like to mark this point in time. so, when i'm still jobless and a stay at home child and crying myself to sleep every night in 2013, i can look back

Comments

part two

[lovelyable]

after practice, jiyong drives seunghyun back to his apartment. seunghyun snorts when jiyong turns on the ignition and the unfinished version of tonight starts up on the stereo, and he rolls his window down to light a cigarette. jiyong is trying to quit, but three minutes with the acrid-sweet smell itching at his nose is more than it takes for him to reach into his back pocket for his own pack of marlboros. except they're not there. because he made seungri flush them all down the toilet last week. fuck.

he taps seunghyun on the back of his hand to ask him for one, but he's out, too. testament to the level of jiyong's addiction, two minutes later they're parked outside the nearest family mart. jiyong kills the engine and stretches his fist at seunghyun's face. "rock-paper-scissors you to go."

seunghyun stares at him. "seriously?"

"you scared?" jiyong says. intimidation tactics 101.

"no, what are - aren't you quitting?"

"yes." jiyong shakes his fist, insistent. "rock-paper-scissors."

seunghyun sighs, throws the cigarette stub out the window, and draws back the sleeve of his hoodie to match jiyong's fist.

his exhales, within the small space of the car, smell like smoke and spice when he beats him paper to rock. he closes his open palm over jiyong's white knuckles like he's making sure jiyong is paying attention. "told you so," he says, and his eyes read smug, stretching all the way down to the fingers gripping jiyong's hand.

something briefly flares in his stomach. after a second, jiyong shakes himself loose and tries to look unimpressed around the smile threatening to break loose. "shut up." he slams the car door on the way out for emphasis.

bitch slaps

it's seungri's idea for them to punch each other next.

"don't wear any rings," jiyong says. "and don't actually punch me."

"thanks," says seunghyun. "i needed both those reminders."

they go over the one-two step on how seunghyun will aim and miss and then jiyong's knuckles will connect with seunghyun's jaw before sliding past it into empty air. clean, nobody gets hurt.

they make it through a couple times without any hitches, seunghyun starts getting careless and bored - and then jiyong ends up holding a wad of paper towels to his bloody nose as seunghyun sits beside him and fidgets. "i said dod't acshully puch be," jiyong says thickly, more embarrassed than anything. "i'b fied."