[FANFICTION] Please Don't Go (1/1)
Title: Please Don't Go
Author: baka_tenshi
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, mentions of sex
Summary: Birthday fanfic for kittensrambling. Beta'd by asianobsessed. “No, Jiho. We’re not together anymore. It doesn’t matter.”
Author's Notes: Why yes, I did totally just used the name of the song CL and Minzy sang together. Kekeke, but seriously - I'm beginning to be a serious CL/Zico (Jiho) stan because of this girl *sobbing* But it's totally worth it because it might give me the spark to start writing again (if time allows it...). Hopefully you enjoy it, B!
Word Count: 921
Please Don't Go
It’s morning. I’m vaguely aware of it because the sun started to peak through my curtains through the usual spot it lands on. It’s also where I threw my purse, angrily, the night before.
I hadn’t slept a wink since then. You texted me, with a simple phrase, “Come back to me. Don’t go out with him,” and it infuriated me. I had another message opened - it was from me but I never finished it. One would read, “Fuck you, we’re not together anymore,” on it, but I know that’s not in my heart. Other words cloud up my heart, but my head is tired of it all.
Why did he let me go then? I ask myself over and over. It wasn’t fair. I couldn’t be with another man, but he could be with me. He’d call me for late visits to talk. Most of the time, it would lead to what we were before. We’d joke around. We’d tease each other. Eventually, we’d have sex. However, it wasn’t like the cold sex like before we ended - but it was loving and dear and sweet. You held on to me as though you didn’t want me to leave you.
And every time I left, you hugged me tightly. You gave me a sweet kiss. You confused me.
And even now, you still do. I told you I couldn’t go over to your house. I lied.
“Is it G.Dragon?” you asked. I gave you an annoyed look.
“Just because we’re friends, doesn’t mean anything. We’re just friends,” I reminded you.
“Well, still. Tell me who it is.”
“No, Jiho. We’re not together anymore. It doesn’t matter.”
You seemed to absorb this as you let me run out the door, already ten minutes late. You called out my name after I made it past the porch but I ignored you. So that’s when you started to call and text me.
“Cee Cee,” you used that annoying nickname in order to make me cute, “please come back. I’m sorry.” You apologized for the nth time. I can never remember the number of times you apologized to me that day.
I continued to ignore it as I went on my date.
The man was nameless - I couldn’t even remember his face - but I know I had fun. He was kind, nice, and he was patient. He didn’t have ridiculous dreads and carried Hello Kitty merchandise with him.
That was Jiho’s bit. That’s what made Jiho, Jiho and no one could ever take that away.
I closed my eyes. They hurt because I remembered Jiho came up and tried to interrupt our date. He tried to play it off like it was a strange coincidence that we happened to be at the club he was at. He tried to take me away from my date and tried to get my attention focused on him. Again, he pulled me into hugs, gave me sweet kisses, and we teased each other like old times.
It got to a point where I forgot I was on a date.
That was his plan all along, wasn’t it?
I thought I had a connection with that nameless, faceless man, but Jiho was always there in my mind. I told the man that I was past him (even though I had made those rendezvous) and I was ready for something new.
I wanted to call him up today after we rehearsed for the new single and take him out to lunch, but Jiho told me to wait for him. I didn’t. I ran back home. I threw my purse on the ground and tried to sleep.
All night, he had tried to call and text me once again, but I ignored it. I tried to sleep, but I still couldn’t.
Then my phone rang once again. I’m tired. I don’t want to deal with this anymore, so I picked it up and waited for Jiho to talk to me. I knew it was him - no one else would call me this early in the morning.
“Please, don’t go,” he begged. “I seriously need to talk to you. I promise. I won’t hurt you anymore.”
And then he hung up. I sat there and stared at my phone, my makeup all over my face. I look like I grabbed a soot covered towel and wiped it around my face. I sat there as I pondered what I wanted to do. Should I stay or should I go?
My head told me to go, but my heart told me to stay. My gut chimed in with my heart and told me to stay. I’ve always trusted my gut.
I heard the doorknob move and I’m not scared - I know it’s Jiho. He would never knock before he entered which would lead to sex or more teasings or something spontaneous. I just stare at a crack at the wall when he came in.
“Please, Cee-Cee,” he begged. “Don’t go.” He sounded like he was out of the breath. Did he run to me? I try to keep my hope ebbed. I didn’t want to give myself unnecessary hope.
He scooped me him into his arms and gave me a deep kiss. I was unprepared for it, but I went along anyway. We touched and explored - even though we knew what each other had. The intensity was still there - it had never left.
He finally pulled away. “I can’t let you go. I need you.”
That was all he said before everything became a blur.
Author: baka_tenshi
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, mentions of sex
Summary: Birthday fanfic for kittensrambling. Beta'd by asianobsessed. “No, Jiho. We’re not together anymore. It doesn’t matter.”
Author's Notes: Why yes, I did totally just used the name of the song CL and Minzy sang together. Kekeke, but seriously - I'm beginning to be a serious CL/Zico (Jiho) stan because of this girl *sobbing* But it's totally worth it because it might give me the spark to start writing again (if time allows it...). Hopefully you enjoy it, B!
Word Count: 921
Please Don't Go
It’s morning. I’m vaguely aware of it because the sun started to peak through my curtains through the usual spot it lands on. It’s also where I threw my purse, angrily, the night before.
I hadn’t slept a wink since then. You texted me, with a simple phrase, “Come back to me. Don’t go out with him,” and it infuriated me. I had another message opened - it was from me but I never finished it. One would read, “Fuck you, we’re not together anymore,” on it, but I know that’s not in my heart. Other words cloud up my heart, but my head is tired of it all.
Why did he let me go then? I ask myself over and over. It wasn’t fair. I couldn’t be with another man, but he could be with me. He’d call me for late visits to talk. Most of the time, it would lead to what we were before. We’d joke around. We’d tease each other. Eventually, we’d have sex. However, it wasn’t like the cold sex like before we ended - but it was loving and dear and sweet. You held on to me as though you didn’t want me to leave you.
And every time I left, you hugged me tightly. You gave me a sweet kiss. You confused me.
And even now, you still do. I told you I couldn’t go over to your house. I lied.
“Is it G.Dragon?” you asked. I gave you an annoyed look.
“Just because we’re friends, doesn’t mean anything. We’re just friends,” I reminded you.
“Well, still. Tell me who it is.”
“No, Jiho. We’re not together anymore. It doesn’t matter.”
You seemed to absorb this as you let me run out the door, already ten minutes late. You called out my name after I made it past the porch but I ignored you. So that’s when you started to call and text me.
“Cee Cee,” you used that annoying nickname in order to make me cute, “please come back. I’m sorry.” You apologized for the nth time. I can never remember the number of times you apologized to me that day.
I continued to ignore it as I went on my date.
The man was nameless - I couldn’t even remember his face - but I know I had fun. He was kind, nice, and he was patient. He didn’t have ridiculous dreads and carried Hello Kitty merchandise with him.
That was Jiho’s bit. That’s what made Jiho, Jiho and no one could ever take that away.
I closed my eyes. They hurt because I remembered Jiho came up and tried to interrupt our date. He tried to play it off like it was a strange coincidence that we happened to be at the club he was at. He tried to take me away from my date and tried to get my attention focused on him. Again, he pulled me into hugs, gave me sweet kisses, and we teased each other like old times.
It got to a point where I forgot I was on a date.
That was his plan all along, wasn’t it?
I thought I had a connection with that nameless, faceless man, but Jiho was always there in my mind. I told the man that I was past him (even though I had made those rendezvous) and I was ready for something new.
I wanted to call him up today after we rehearsed for the new single and take him out to lunch, but Jiho told me to wait for him. I didn’t. I ran back home. I threw my purse on the ground and tried to sleep.
All night, he had tried to call and text me once again, but I ignored it. I tried to sleep, but I still couldn’t.
Then my phone rang once again. I’m tired. I don’t want to deal with this anymore, so I picked it up and waited for Jiho to talk to me. I knew it was him - no one else would call me this early in the morning.
“Please, don’t go,” he begged. “I seriously need to talk to you. I promise. I won’t hurt you anymore.”
And then he hung up. I sat there and stared at my phone, my makeup all over my face. I look like I grabbed a soot covered towel and wiped it around my face. I sat there as I pondered what I wanted to do. Should I stay or should I go?
My head told me to go, but my heart told me to stay. My gut chimed in with my heart and told me to stay. I’ve always trusted my gut.
I heard the doorknob move and I’m not scared - I know it’s Jiho. He would never knock before he entered which would lead to sex or more teasings or something spontaneous. I just stare at a crack at the wall when he came in.
“Please, Cee-Cee,” he begged. “Don’t go.” He sounded like he was out of the breath. Did he run to me? I try to keep my hope ebbed. I didn’t want to give myself unnecessary hope.
He scooped me him into his arms and gave me a deep kiss. I was unprepared for it, but I went along anyway. We touched and explored - even though we knew what each other had. The intensity was still there - it had never left.
He finally pulled away. “I can’t let you go. I need you.”
That was all he said before everything became a blur.