round 04, challenge seven: drabble five
Title: we're significant.
Fandom and Pairing: big bang; g-top
Rating: pg
Word Count: 200
Summary: uncertainties at home.
Warnings: none
When Seunghyun says it, Jiyong laughs and rolls around in the sand and waves, hair plastered in strange formations against his cheek and his t-shirt made see-through from the water. His skin glows orange and purple in the early summer sunset.
“I’m serious. A shark could eat you, or a whale could wash up with you under its belly, or a tide could swallow you whole,” Seunghyun repeats, taking a step further away from the tide. The sand gets in between his toes. “And you are not getting the leather interior of my car wet.” Jiyong rolls his eyes and lets the ocean wash him ashore, lying next to Seunghyun’s feet. Seunghyun feels obligated to kick sand into Jiyong’s eyes, but keeps the thought to himself and sits down, curled up instead.
“A gazillion years ago we were just tiny molecules submersed in this water. It’s home,” Jiyong tells him, leaning into the side of Seunghyun’s knee, pressing awfully close and uncomfortable. Seunghyun brushes the sand off Jiyong’s ear. He wonders if Jiyong can feel the shakiness of his touch because in that one second, he forgets to breathe.
He clears his throat, “You’re still not getting in my car.”
Fandom and Pairing: big bang; g-top
Rating: pg
Word Count: 200
Summary: uncertainties at home.
Warnings: none
When Seunghyun says it, Jiyong laughs and rolls around in the sand and waves, hair plastered in strange formations against his cheek and his t-shirt made see-through from the water. His skin glows orange and purple in the early summer sunset.
“I’m serious. A shark could eat you, or a whale could wash up with you under its belly, or a tide could swallow you whole,” Seunghyun repeats, taking a step further away from the tide. The sand gets in between his toes. “And you are not getting the leather interior of my car wet.” Jiyong rolls his eyes and lets the ocean wash him ashore, lying next to Seunghyun’s feet. Seunghyun feels obligated to kick sand into Jiyong’s eyes, but keeps the thought to himself and sits down, curled up instead.
“A gazillion years ago we were just tiny molecules submersed in this water. It’s home,” Jiyong tells him, leaning into the side of Seunghyun’s knee, pressing awfully close and uncomfortable. Seunghyun brushes the sand off Jiyong’s ear. He wonders if Jiyong can feel the shakiness of his touch because in that one second, he forgets to breathe.
He clears his throat, “You’re still not getting in my car.”