sparkle for me in neon lights
Title: Happy Birthday
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG
Summary: There is yet no word to describe what Seungri is to Jiyong. Youngbae is a bestfriend, TOP is a hyung, Daesung is a dongsaeng but Seungri is-
AN: Seungri failed to go to Jiyong's MV filming and first TV broadcast, not to mention his birthday party. Yes, Seungri will never hear the end of these. Also, I mentioned his visit to Gwangju in the first week of September.
Thank you to so_much_kimchi for making me finish this ♥
BGM: Balisong by Rivermaya
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Seungri bought the cake in a town bakery in Gwangju. It's the same bakery he has gone to ever since he was a kid. His mother would buy cakes for every occasion in the cluttered shop of the old man in the white apron. He works alone. He bakes every cake with care and they all taste magnificent with just the right sweetness and just the right amount of- love.
The cake is small and circular. It's covered in white vanilla icing laced with red. It's pretty.
Seungri tried to have the baker draw an apple in the middle but he failed. Apparently, not everyone in Korea knows and worships Bigbang. The 65 year old man in the white apron is one.
Oh well.
--
He took the little sparklers from his mother's cupboard. His mother always has little knickknacks that is everything for everyone in this small space. He knows this cupboard all too well. It's where the little scented candles are kept for holidays, the little cards for birthdays, the little ribbons for gifts and of course- the little sparklers for pretty cakes.
The sparklers are not exactly candles that will burn steady and long, safe. Sparklers are brilliant and quick and they burn. They hurt when they reach your fingers, leave boils on the skin. But that's okay. They hurt but they're brilliant and that's what matters.
Seungri got three sticks and taped them to the cake's box.
And then he smiled.
--
He had it made in a quaint little stationary shop near the town bakery. The shop is run by a young mother of two. Her hair is long and shiny and Seungri remembered complimenting her of its beauty when he was eleven. Seungri also remembered some of his friends from middle school (all girls) coming to this shop and spending all their allowance on papers and notebooks and- pretty little custom made gifts.
It's covered in black leather with two letters embossed in silver ink on the front cover. The silver ink shines like pretty stars that glitter. It's not exactly expensive but it took Seungri months to draw the little stick figures dressed in skinny jeans and high top sneakers that appears on some pages. It took him another week to doodle little musical notes and microphones together with little headphones and stars all over. But it only took him a day to write the short lines of nothings on the margins of the pages. They're short but they mean a thousand heartbeats each.
Seungri wrapped it in white parcel paper.
And felt his pulse quicken.
--
Seungri bought the present in a designer store in Seoul. The store is familiar but Seungri only has vague memories of credit cards and fansigns and photos and some girls giggling. The store is huge and- lonely.
The gift is expensive and flashy and would look great against creamy white skin. It's expected and Seungri guessed that everyone else would have probably bought similar gifts. The phone call to Seunghyun hyung confirmed that nobody has bought it yet.
Seungri had it put inside a black box.
And sighed.
--
It is past midnight, probably already one o'clock or later. Seungri is careful as he lights the sparklers (which he has artistically planted on the white icing of the cake). He steps from the kitchen counter and starts to walk to the door on the left. Cake on the open palm of his left hand, black box in his right, Seungri uses his head to knock on Jiyong's door.
Thump- Thump- Thump-
Seungri whimpers (it hurts, slightly) and the cake almost falls. Damn.
Seungri waits outside, the sparklers still sparkling and halfway burned down. The white parcel that he has stuck under his right arm is beginning to slip. Damn. Again.
After much noise inside, rummaging and rustling and some groans of frustration, the door opens and Seungri starts singing in a very soft voice.
"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday, Jiyong hyuuuuuuung~" Seungri smiles sweetly at the stunned Jiyong on the doorway. "Happy birthday to you~!"
When the four-line birthday song finishes, Seungri steps closer and smiles widely, pokes Jiyong on the chest with his black box, "Happy birthday, hyung."
There's thirteen seconds of silence as the sparklers have completely burned down to their ends.
Then Jiyong smiles, widely. He smiles like the corners of his lips have been pinned to his ears and he smiles- so gorgeously. He brings his right hand to cover his smile, tries not to show his happiness because, well- you know- yeah. But he fails because his eyes are glowing, sparkling- like stars.
Seungri pokes him again with the black box, "Uh, hyung?" Jiyong blinks up and looks at Seungri, smiles some more. "You're supposed to take the cake, invite me in and say, 'Thanks, maknae.' or something equally appreciative of my efforts."
Jiyong, finally, laughs and steps aside, opens his door wider and says, "You wish. Bring the cake inside yourself. And do not place it too near my keyboard. I don't want my desk to be sticky either so be careful."
--
The custom made notebook sits on Jiyong's desk next to his precious keyboard. It's covered in black leather with 'GD' embossed in silver ink (that sparkles) on the front cover. The pages inside are littered with doodles of stars and microphones and musical notes. There are drawings (that resembles a three year old's) of GD stick figures on some pages, wearing skinny jeans and high top sneakers with the hair different and crazy in each. And then, there are the short lines of nothings- nothings that are worth a thousand heartbeats and a million different crazy heart-flutters.
Miss you.
Damn you.
Love you.
It's open on the desk. Four pages have already been used. Jiyong's already filled them with himself- thoughts, feelings and heartbreaks.
I ran into this prison I made for myself, locked me up.
I'm caged by your values, your expectations.
I'm hazy, I'm surreal.
I'm imprisoned behind TV screens and CD cases, concert stages.
I want to break free, fly.
I'm going to reach the heavens, be an undying star.
- one day, one day.-
I'll reach that destination
I'll be epic, damn fantastic
Watch me.
A turn of the page backwards and-
I remember those times that we would stay up late at night
And talk about music, girls, music, boys, music- us
And those moments make me wonder, wish
That we met in a different place, at a different time, as a different us
Then maybe we could have been right, could have been real, could have been more than this
Could have been more than hugs, more than kisses on cheeks
We could have conquered all, everything
You and me, us
We would have been perfect, would have been amazing
Could have been, would have been.
Then one more and-
People tell me I dress weird, act weird
That I'm just trying to be different, defy gravity
But this is who I really am, this is me
I'm amazing, I'm crazy, I'm unique
I love myself
Because if I were just a stranger, would they have cared?
So I will not conform myself to what people want me to be
I will make them love every side of me.
And one last turn- back to the very first page- it's not in Jiyong's handwriting- it's messy and looks like a three year old's-
Happy Birthday, hyungnim~
If anybody finds out about this, I'm burning this notebook.
PS: I'm your fan!!! ♥
Smile. Smile. Brilliant. Sparkling. Amazing. Sparkling. Like a thousand stars.
AN: -a fan.
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG
Summary: There is yet no word to describe what Seungri is to Jiyong. Youngbae is a bestfriend, TOP is a hyung, Daesung is a dongsaeng but Seungri is-
AN: Seungri failed to go to Jiyong's MV filming and first TV broadcast, not to mention his birthday party. Yes, Seungri will never hear the end of these. Also, I mentioned his visit to Gwangju in the first week of September.
Thank you to so_much_kimchi for making me finish this ♥
BGM: Balisong by Rivermaya
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Seungri bought the cake in a town bakery in Gwangju. It's the same bakery he has gone to ever since he was a kid. His mother would buy cakes for every occasion in the cluttered shop of the old man in the white apron. He works alone. He bakes every cake with care and they all taste magnificent with just the right sweetness and just the right amount of- love.
The cake is small and circular. It's covered in white vanilla icing laced with red. It's pretty.
Seungri tried to have the baker draw an apple in the middle but he failed. Apparently, not everyone in Korea knows and worships Bigbang. The 65 year old man in the white apron is one.
Oh well.
--
He took the little sparklers from his mother's cupboard. His mother always has little knickknacks that is everything for everyone in this small space. He knows this cupboard all too well. It's where the little scented candles are kept for holidays, the little cards for birthdays, the little ribbons for gifts and of course- the little sparklers for pretty cakes.
The sparklers are not exactly candles that will burn steady and long, safe. Sparklers are brilliant and quick and they burn. They hurt when they reach your fingers, leave boils on the skin. But that's okay. They hurt but they're brilliant and that's what matters.
Seungri got three sticks and taped them to the cake's box.
And then he smiled.
--
He had it made in a quaint little stationary shop near the town bakery. The shop is run by a young mother of two. Her hair is long and shiny and Seungri remembered complimenting her of its beauty when he was eleven. Seungri also remembered some of his friends from middle school (all girls) coming to this shop and spending all their allowance on papers and notebooks and- pretty little custom made gifts.
It's covered in black leather with two letters embossed in silver ink on the front cover. The silver ink shines like pretty stars that glitter. It's not exactly expensive but it took Seungri months to draw the little stick figures dressed in skinny jeans and high top sneakers that appears on some pages. It took him another week to doodle little musical notes and microphones together with little headphones and stars all over. But it only took him a day to write the short lines of nothings on the margins of the pages. They're short but they mean a thousand heartbeats each.
Seungri wrapped it in white parcel paper.
And felt his pulse quicken.
--
Seungri bought the present in a designer store in Seoul. The store is familiar but Seungri only has vague memories of credit cards and fansigns and photos and some girls giggling. The store is huge and- lonely.
The gift is expensive and flashy and would look great against creamy white skin. It's expected and Seungri guessed that everyone else would have probably bought similar gifts. The phone call to Seunghyun hyung confirmed that nobody has bought it yet.
Seungri had it put inside a black box.
And sighed.
--
It is past midnight, probably already one o'clock or later. Seungri is careful as he lights the sparklers (which he has artistically planted on the white icing of the cake). He steps from the kitchen counter and starts to walk to the door on the left. Cake on the open palm of his left hand, black box in his right, Seungri uses his head to knock on Jiyong's door.
Thump- Thump- Thump-
Seungri whimpers (it hurts, slightly) and the cake almost falls. Damn.
Seungri waits outside, the sparklers still sparkling and halfway burned down. The white parcel that he has stuck under his right arm is beginning to slip. Damn. Again.
After much noise inside, rummaging and rustling and some groans of frustration, the door opens and Seungri starts singing in a very soft voice.
"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday, Jiyong hyuuuuuuung~" Seungri smiles sweetly at the stunned Jiyong on the doorway. "Happy birthday to you~!"
When the four-line birthday song finishes, Seungri steps closer and smiles widely, pokes Jiyong on the chest with his black box, "Happy birthday, hyung."
There's thirteen seconds of silence as the sparklers have completely burned down to their ends.
Then Jiyong smiles, widely. He smiles like the corners of his lips have been pinned to his ears and he smiles- so gorgeously. He brings his right hand to cover his smile, tries not to show his happiness because, well- you know- yeah. But he fails because his eyes are glowing, sparkling- like stars.
Seungri pokes him again with the black box, "Uh, hyung?" Jiyong blinks up and looks at Seungri, smiles some more. "You're supposed to take the cake, invite me in and say, 'Thanks, maknae.' or something equally appreciative of my efforts."
Jiyong, finally, laughs and steps aside, opens his door wider and says, "You wish. Bring the cake inside yourself. And do not place it too near my keyboard. I don't want my desk to be sticky either so be careful."
--
The custom made notebook sits on Jiyong's desk next to his precious keyboard. It's covered in black leather with 'GD' embossed in silver ink (that sparkles) on the front cover. The pages inside are littered with doodles of stars and microphones and musical notes. There are drawings (that resembles a three year old's) of GD stick figures on some pages, wearing skinny jeans and high top sneakers with the hair different and crazy in each. And then, there are the short lines of nothings- nothings that are worth a thousand heartbeats and a million different crazy heart-flutters.
Miss you.
Damn you.
Love you.
It's open on the desk. Four pages have already been used. Jiyong's already filled them with himself- thoughts, feelings and heartbreaks.
I ran into this prison I made for myself, locked me up.
I'm caged by your values, your expectations.
I'm hazy, I'm surreal.
I'm imprisoned behind TV screens and CD cases, concert stages.
I want to break free, fly.
I'm going to reach the heavens, be an undying star.
- one day, one day.-
I'll reach that destination
I'll be epic, damn fantastic
Watch me.
A turn of the page backwards and-
I remember those times that we would stay up late at night
And talk about music, girls, music, boys, music- us
And those moments make me wonder, wish
That we met in a different place, at a different time, as a different us
Then maybe we could have been right, could have been real, could have been more than this
Could have been more than hugs, more than kisses on cheeks
We could have conquered all, everything
You and me, us
We would have been perfect, would have been amazing
Could have been, would have been.
Then one more and-
People tell me I dress weird, act weird
That I'm just trying to be different, defy gravity
But this is who I really am, this is me
I'm amazing, I'm crazy, I'm unique
I love myself
Because if I were just a stranger, would they have cared?
So I will not conform myself to what people want me to be
I will make them love every side of me.
And one last turn- back to the very first page- it's not in Jiyong's handwriting- it's messy and looks like a three year old's-
Happy Birthday, hyungnim~
If anybody finds out about this, I'm burning this notebook.
PS: I'm your fan!!! ♥
Smile. Smile. Brilliant. Sparkling. Amazing. Sparkling. Like a thousand stars.
AN: -a fan.