Gif inspired GRI Mini Fics!
So this is dedicated to fluffyyaoi because her massive collection of gif's has inspired me to write instead of sleep(also her wonderfulness needed a fic of dedication). Here are a couple short one shots along with their inspiration!!
Orbit
Someone off in the distance said something vaguely funny, and like good little idols, they all laughed. Jiyong smiled forcefully and glanced at the maknae.
He was stone cold.
He knew the reason why. It was his fault of course. He had once again done something to make the boy reject him. He didn’t even bother anymore trying to figure it out. It was always something small that he blew way out of proportion.
They were always like this. There was no reason to be worried. One long look, or a quick touch was usually all it took to pull the boy back into his orbit.
Jiyong waited until he saw his chance. Some pretty little interviewer made some comment about TOP’s dancing skills and he forced himself to laugh with his whole body. Like he always did, he leaned sideways into Seungri, but he merely pulled away and stared straight ahead.
That was…new.
Jiyong didn’t even want to think about the implications of what that might mean. He tried to hold his smile firm and stay focused on the interview. Best to wait until there weren’t fifty cameras pointed at him to ask why the maknae rejected him. Still, his smile lost all its brightness.
The seemingly hundreds of questions finally ended and they were allowed to head back to the dorms for few hours sleep before they had to get back up and do it all again. The ride back was a tense affair. Everyone knew exactly why the maknae chose to sit between Daesung and Youngbae instead of his usual seat next to the leader. They all ignored the pointed stares and desperate glances from Jiyong in lieu of some peace and quiet.
The moment the van stopped, he rushed to the side to corner Seungri only to find him already gone. Damn, he was fast! By the time he got up to the dorm, his room was already closed and (he found upon trying to force his way in), locked quite securely.
His head hung in defeat. How could he fix a problem when he didn’t even understand what was wrong?
“Seungri?” There was no answer and he knew it was just a waste of breath to continue to try. Seungri was determined in everything he did. Once he found something he wanted, he followed through until the had it. It was one of the qualities that pushed them together so often and the same that kept them so far apart. Just as soon as Jiyong thought they were finally in some kind of peace, some small and insignificant thing would occur. He would blow it off and try to ignore the little things in order to enjoy the few things he could lately. Seungri, on the other hand, focused soley on what he did deem a very significant issue.
Was it possible to both love and hate the same quality in someone?
He shuffled back to his room to try and get a few hours sleep. Despite the hectic schedule or the long hours, he found sleep would not come. The cold look in the maknae’s eyes kept flashing across his mind. He longed to break down the door and pull him to his arms. But his limbs rebelled against any movement, so he stayed put, aching mind and all.
“Why, Seungri? Don’t you know how much I need you?” His whisper barely ghosted past his lips. He closed his eyes and willed sleep to come. Anything to get a moment’s peace from the steady thump thumo thump of his heart beating for the younger boy.
Didn’t Seungri know how much he needed his presence to keep going?
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Here's a smidge of fluffyness to get you over that kinda blah ending!:
Spell
His mind seemed to vanish every second the leader was in the room. Never mind that he was already beautiful, but he just happened to be intelligent and dynamic too. Seungri knew he didn't stand a chance against him and he all too willingly fell under his spell.
They were at another of what could have been the hundredth interview of the day when he felt the familiar stare from across the room. He glanced up to find Jiyong, 1000 watt smile and all, focused completely on him. It felt like the sun shining on his face after a rain and happy days in his family's backyard. Jiyong winked and he felt like the most special person in the world.
He knew that there was only so much time before the facade would end and he would be left alone to nurse the fatal crush he had allowed to fester, but he found he couldn't care less. Because when Kwon Jiyong looked at you like that nothing else mattered.
Nothing except him. And what a wonderful world that was to live in, if only for a little while.
Jiyong stood and walked slowly to him. Seungri felt his breath catch before he forced himself to focus on the question directed at him from the interviewer.
"Did you find it hard to work with anyone in the group?"
"Oh, no! Jiyong-hyung was so good at making sure everyone got along!" The interviewer smiled and jotted something down on her notebook. Jiyong slid up behind him as the rest of the group followed and a camera appeared. Youngbae started their introduction and he smiled, ready to shout out his part.
That is until a light touch startled him into stumbling over the words of his own group's name. Everyone rose their fist and called out "Big Bang!" like a war cry, but Seungri found himself fighting a war of his own. No more than a feather light touch, the hand slid down his arm and he found himself immediately drawn into dirty thoughts of other touches.
"B-bang!" He stammered out before smiling and hoping that no one caught his mistake. A slight puff of air on his neck crushed that dream. The rest of the group disassembled and filed out quickly. There were probably ten more interviews to go before they could get a moments rest. Seungri, dared to turn around and found Jiyong had not moved an inch. They stood nearly nose to nose. His eyes darted down to glistening lips as Jiyong licked them. He nearly shivered in anticipation.
Jiyong chuckled.
"Soon, Seungri-yah." And then he was gone. Seungri wished he could find a way to pull his jaw up off the ground and run after the leader.
soon?
A feeling of lightness picked up from his feet and somehow found it's way into his heart when Jiyong paused at the door and threw him one last fleeting smile.
So what if he only had a short time with the leader? One day with Jiyong would be better than a thousand with out him. Not that he intended on letting him go after just one day.
He was Seungri. Seungri Victory. And he fully planned on living up to his name. No matter how many days it took. He smiled and followed the rest out to the car.
Jiyong had no idea what was in store for him.
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Bowtie
His smirk was beginning to grate.
Seungri was trying desperately to ignore the constant smirk next to him with no avail. Of course he should have assumed that the leader would play such a dirty trick as waiting until they were both naked and wet to make him promise to wear whatever he picked out for him.
No one could possibly understand his pain at seeing a small red bowtie winking at him from the bed.
"You'll look so cute!" His voice had practically squealed, but it did nothing to ebb the embarrassment at walking into public dressed like a ventriloquist dummy. Jiyong thought he looked adorable. And made it a point to say so at every opportunity. Never mind that he had spent the entire car ride practically mauling him and kissing his flaming cheeks. But, now he just had to smirk that wickedly gorgeous smile of his and make him begin to forgot how angry he was.
He made the mistake of glancing over as the interviewer moved onto Daesung and regretted it instantly. Jiyong was glowing with pride. He felt the sides of his lips quirk up and soon a full blown smile was threatening to explode on his face. He quickly looked away and vowed the leader would pay.
Jiyong's shirt slipped a little lower off his shoulder and exposed the creamy skin stretched across his collar bone. Seungri felt a smirk of his own.
Oh yes.
He would pay dearly
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Orbit
Someone off in the distance said something vaguely funny, and like good little idols, they all laughed. Jiyong smiled forcefully and glanced at the maknae.
He was stone cold.
He knew the reason why. It was his fault of course. He had once again done something to make the boy reject him. He didn’t even bother anymore trying to figure it out. It was always something small that he blew way out of proportion.
They were always like this. There was no reason to be worried. One long look, or a quick touch was usually all it took to pull the boy back into his orbit.
Jiyong waited until he saw his chance. Some pretty little interviewer made some comment about TOP’s dancing skills and he forced himself to laugh with his whole body. Like he always did, he leaned sideways into Seungri, but he merely pulled away and stared straight ahead.
That was…new.
Jiyong didn’t even want to think about the implications of what that might mean. He tried to hold his smile firm and stay focused on the interview. Best to wait until there weren’t fifty cameras pointed at him to ask why the maknae rejected him. Still, his smile lost all its brightness.
The seemingly hundreds of questions finally ended and they were allowed to head back to the dorms for few hours sleep before they had to get back up and do it all again. The ride back was a tense affair. Everyone knew exactly why the maknae chose to sit between Daesung and Youngbae instead of his usual seat next to the leader. They all ignored the pointed stares and desperate glances from Jiyong in lieu of some peace and quiet.
The moment the van stopped, he rushed to the side to corner Seungri only to find him already gone. Damn, he was fast! By the time he got up to the dorm, his room was already closed and (he found upon trying to force his way in), locked quite securely.
His head hung in defeat. How could he fix a problem when he didn’t even understand what was wrong?
“Seungri?” There was no answer and he knew it was just a waste of breath to continue to try. Seungri was determined in everything he did. Once he found something he wanted, he followed through until the had it. It was one of the qualities that pushed them together so often and the same that kept them so far apart. Just as soon as Jiyong thought they were finally in some kind of peace, some small and insignificant thing would occur. He would blow it off and try to ignore the little things in order to enjoy the few things he could lately. Seungri, on the other hand, focused soley on what he did deem a very significant issue.
Was it possible to both love and hate the same quality in someone?
He shuffled back to his room to try and get a few hours sleep. Despite the hectic schedule or the long hours, he found sleep would not come. The cold look in the maknae’s eyes kept flashing across his mind. He longed to break down the door and pull him to his arms. But his limbs rebelled against any movement, so he stayed put, aching mind and all.
“Why, Seungri? Don’t you know how much I need you?” His whisper barely ghosted past his lips. He closed his eyes and willed sleep to come. Anything to get a moment’s peace from the steady thump thumo thump of his heart beating for the younger boy.
Didn’t Seungri know how much he needed his presence to keep going?
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Here's a smidge of fluffyness to get you over that kinda blah ending!:
Spell
His mind seemed to vanish every second the leader was in the room. Never mind that he was already beautiful, but he just happened to be intelligent and dynamic too. Seungri knew he didn't stand a chance against him and he all too willingly fell under his spell.
They were at another of what could have been the hundredth interview of the day when he felt the familiar stare from across the room. He glanced up to find Jiyong, 1000 watt smile and all, focused completely on him. It felt like the sun shining on his face after a rain and happy days in his family's backyard. Jiyong winked and he felt like the most special person in the world.
He knew that there was only so much time before the facade would end and he would be left alone to nurse the fatal crush he had allowed to fester, but he found he couldn't care less. Because when Kwon Jiyong looked at you like that nothing else mattered.
Nothing except him. And what a wonderful world that was to live in, if only for a little while.
Jiyong stood and walked slowly to him. Seungri felt his breath catch before he forced himself to focus on the question directed at him from the interviewer.
"Did you find it hard to work with anyone in the group?"
"Oh, no! Jiyong-hyung was so good at making sure everyone got along!" The interviewer smiled and jotted something down on her notebook. Jiyong slid up behind him as the rest of the group followed and a camera appeared. Youngbae started their introduction and he smiled, ready to shout out his part.
That is until a light touch startled him into stumbling over the words of his own group's name. Everyone rose their fist and called out "Big Bang!" like a war cry, but Seungri found himself fighting a war of his own. No more than a feather light touch, the hand slid down his arm and he found himself immediately drawn into dirty thoughts of other touches.
"B-bang!" He stammered out before smiling and hoping that no one caught his mistake. A slight puff of air on his neck crushed that dream. The rest of the group disassembled and filed out quickly. There were probably ten more interviews to go before they could get a moments rest. Seungri, dared to turn around and found Jiyong had not moved an inch. They stood nearly nose to nose. His eyes darted down to glistening lips as Jiyong licked them. He nearly shivered in anticipation.
Jiyong chuckled.
"Soon, Seungri-yah." And then he was gone. Seungri wished he could find a way to pull his jaw up off the ground and run after the leader.
soon?
A feeling of lightness picked up from his feet and somehow found it's way into his heart when Jiyong paused at the door and threw him one last fleeting smile.
So what if he only had a short time with the leader? One day with Jiyong would be better than a thousand with out him. Not that he intended on letting him go after just one day.
He was Seungri. Seungri Victory. And he fully planned on living up to his name. No matter how many days it took. He smiled and followed the rest out to the car.
Jiyong had no idea what was in store for him.
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Bowtie
His smirk was beginning to grate.
Seungri was trying desperately to ignore the constant smirk next to him with no avail. Of course he should have assumed that the leader would play such a dirty trick as waiting until they were both naked and wet to make him promise to wear whatever he picked out for him.
No one could possibly understand his pain at seeing a small red bowtie winking at him from the bed.
"You'll look so cute!" His voice had practically squealed, but it did nothing to ebb the embarrassment at walking into public dressed like a ventriloquist dummy. Jiyong thought he looked adorable. And made it a point to say so at every opportunity. Never mind that he had spent the entire car ride practically mauling him and kissing his flaming cheeks. But, now he just had to smirk that wickedly gorgeous smile of his and make him begin to forgot how angry he was.
He made the mistake of glancing over as the interviewer moved onto Daesung and regretted it instantly. Jiyong was glowing with pride. He felt the sides of his lips quirk up and soon a full blown smile was threatening to explode on his face. He quickly looked away and vowed the leader would pay.
Jiyong's shirt slipped a little lower off his shoulder and exposed the creamy skin stretched across his collar bone. Seungri felt a smirk of his own.
Oh yes.
He would pay dearly
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