[oneshot] High, High
Title: High, High
Length: oneshot
Author: pinkelatta
Rating: PG
Warning: No smex, rather rambly.
Summary: A moody JiYong behaves badly. But JiYong always gets his way.
That ssukso gets me everytime.
I smile as I make my way over, eyes glazed over and half-blind in the rainbow of flashing strobes. It's a lazy smile, and I can't resist the smile turning into one of those nose-laughs even though nothing's even remotely funny.
Or maybe it's his scowl that's cracking me up. The one that grabs me by my collar and shakes me asking "What the hell do you think you're doing?" only he's actually eight feet away on the couch.
"Heeeyyy," I drawl, stumbling over and collapsing spinelessly onto the couch. "You come here often?"
He doesn't even look at me. Amusing.
"Yah," I shove my drink under his nose. "S'good for you."
He tilts his head just a fraction and snipes the proffered bottle with a sidelong glance.
"I don't drink shit."
My eyebrows go up and out of their own accord. I take the offending bottle back and take a swig for myself. I'd forgotten why I ordered this. Or maybe I didn't.
"Mm. Shit." The label is illegible and shaky. Pointless. I toss the bottle from us. No satisfying crash over the loud thumping bass, but I see the glass spray across the floor some way off.
"Ji!" He grabs my wrist now, looking incensed. I giggle as I make out his piercing glare aimed at my eyeballs. My free fingers make a V and I tease him, pivoting the V between his eyes and mine like 'I'm a-watching you'. He grabs the free hand and presses them down to my sides, so I pucker up and offer him a kissywissy, mwah.
He doesn't accept. I want to stretch my arms, and run my hands through my sticky hair, but he's got me pinioned tight. Like a bird, wings clipped. Hate being clipped. I struggle. He doesn't let up, so I lash out with a leg. I think it connects with his shin, but I can't see cos he's bundling me up real fast or something and the club is upside-down and we're moving, moving, my face to the floor and cheek brushing the cotton that's the back of his jacket and the blood's running the wrong way, totally the wrong way and I think he should know that but maybe he doesn't know anything.
I shrivel when the cold night air hits me, the beat of the music suddenly muffled. Momentarily I'm deaf - where's my music? I shift and grunt hard, but all I get is a cuff to the side of my head with a sleeved elbow and oh! a constellation of stars explodes and it's not the bass beats thumping through my skull anymore.
Not-so-soft landing in the familiar back of a car. The leather cushions are soft. Mmh. I close my eyes and give in to the invitation to stretch out. A yawn later I'm being dragged up a hard concrete stairway in an iron grip, and my shoes are scuffing and my left arm is numb. My armpits are chafing from being held tight.
"Yah… YAH!" I throw my weight around, and I'm dropped unceremoniously on my butt without so much as a word. The floor is cold. The neighbor's relentless windchimes jangle my nerves and I want to go up there and smash them all to the floor, they're ringing too loud as usual and I'm pretty sure they're deaf themselves. I turn to go up but my legs don't wanna, crumpling me back to the floor and I hold my arms back up to him like a petulant child asking to be carried.
No warm familiar arms reach down for me, and I kick at the floor with my scuffed boots, pout setting in.
"Damnit, Ji, why is always about what you want?" He finally opens his mouth but the words are as cold as the air around.
My pout is taking over my face, and I know it. I can't think of an answer, so I don't say anything. Just pouting and frowning is giving me a mother-effing headache, I swear. And my stomach.
Decides to empty itself right there and then.
The taste of bile is revolting in my own mouth, and my jacket's too expensive to wipe it on. I cock a sideways look at him and blink hard. As hard and cute as I possibly can with bile on my lips and puke on my hand.
"Oh Ji," he breathes. And right there and then I know he's lost.
He picks me up and carries me like a bride through the house, sets me in the bathroom and cleans me up along with himself before drying my hair patiently and putting me to bed.
And I smile, goofy as I probably look. Like an idiot through it all, I smile at him and his attentiveness, his hands toweling me dry roughly and whipping a comb through my tangled hair. Even when he nicks my ear with the comb I smile and he knows he won't need to apologize cos I probably ain't gonna remember shit tomorrow.
I snuggle the pillows when we reach them, they feel so good and smell so clean. I pull him down into bed with me and give him a tiny kissywiss and he sighs at me with puppy eyes that almost, almost melt my inebriated heart. He encircles me with big arms that I love to hide in, and the last I remember is him kissing my temple and me muttering "Oh, Seunghyunnie," before the world zooms out and all that's left is me and him on the pillows and his palm on my cheek in the dark.
I don't deserve him, but he's mine.