Awkward Conversations
Title: Awkward Conversations
Characters/Pairings: The members of BIGBANG
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Naughty words and implied ~sexy times~. Slash.
Spoilers: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, no matter how much I may or may not want to.
Summary: One awkward conversation that becomes even more awkward when the rest of the members get in on the past-present sex life between Jiyong and Seungri.
Author's Notes: Random GRi fic thing for some reason. Man, it's been a while. Kinda sad that the way I've characterized them don't accurately reflect how I see them now. Wanted to write fic about a past relationship that ended and didn't become an "ooh awks awks we dislike each other can't be friends nope" and more like "dude we cool let's talk about how awesome sex was" because Paul Wesley and Torrey DeVitto are divorcing and Nina and Ian broke up. I'm so cry. [drowns in Sherlock S3, Khaleesi, and
“Look who finally decided to show up!”
Seungri blinked, ready to scowl at Jiyong and reply with some choice words of his own, but then he saw the light, teasing grin on Jiyong’s face. He relaxed, and rolled his eyes.
“Ha ha. I’m not that late. Besides, Seunghyun-hyung isn’t even here yet!” He pulled at the faded sweatshirt he had hastily grabbed from his floor that morning and shrugged. It wasn’t like the rest of the members hadn’t seen him in worse. He sat down and began stretching, scrutinizing the way Jiyong already looked way too awake and ready-to-go for seven-thirty in the morning.
“Like hyung would ever be early for dance practice anyway,” Jiyong replied, as if that was excuse enough. “You, on the other hand, are late because of completely different reasons.” His grin widened and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Seungri felt a slow burn creep up his neck as he pointedly avoided looking at Jiyong. He tried valiantly to ignore as Jiyong leaned in closer, his leer wicked and self-satisfied.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he managed stiffly. Jiyong let out a short burst of laughter and slapped Seungri hard on the shoulder.
“Didja get lucky last night, maknae? Bet ‘cha did. Who was the lucky girl?” Jiyong paused, considering, before; “Or was it a lucky fella?”
“Ji!” Seungri yelped, pushing Jiyong playfully and backing away. “This is so not the conversation I want to be having with you right now.”
“Why?” Jiyong only followed as Seungri attempted to put some dignified distance between the two of them. “Is it ‘cuz you used to bang me all the time? Bet I was a better fuck that whoever that dude was.” Jiyong snorted, his grin impossibly wide, as he relished Seungri’s growing discomfort and embarrassment.
“Oh my god,” Seungri moaned, closing his eyes and throwing hands over his ears. “Ji. Hyung. Seriously.”
“Just admit it, Seungri! Admit that the sex doesn’t compare. Honestly. I mean, how could it? Remember, I used to make you let out those cute little noises when you were close-”
“Well, this isn’t the conversation I thought I’d be walking into,” announced Seunghyun, slouching into the practice room, fully dressed. “I thought we were done with the kiss-and-tell stuff.”
Jiyong just smiled innocently and threw his elbow into Seungri’s side. “Oh, we were. We’re trying to bring it back. It’s the latest trend.” He dodged Seungri’s blow to the ribs easily.
Seunghyun shrugged. “Just as long as you warn a guy before you two decide to get it on in my room again. And clean up afterwards.”
“Hyung!” Seungri’s voice came out strangled, the blush blooming now on his cheeks. “We are not going to get it on!”
“Yeah, hyung! Not in your room! Especially after what happened last time.” Jiyong looked positively devilish as he caught the murderous look on Seungri’s face.
“What happened last time?” Daesung asked, joining their conversation mid-stretch.
“Nothing!” shouted Seungri. At the same time, Jiyong opened his mouth to recount in vivid detail the disastrous night in which a very drunk Seunghyun had come home to find Jiyong in a very questionable position and an up-close-and-personal view of Seungri’s very erect dick. His mouth snapped shut in pain, though, when Seungri aimed a perfectly timed jab at his side.
“Nothing,” Seungri repeated defensively at the doubtful looks of everyone around him.
“Point is,” Jiyong interjected quickly, “Seungri got laid last night and won’t admit that I was a better lay. I remember when he used to hobble around the day after, moaning and groaning.” Jiyong sighed happily at the memory. “Now look at him, how miserable he looks! And walking fine, might I just add.”
“Can. We. Stop. Discussing. This?” hissed Seungri, ready to sock Jiyong a good one. “Or did you want to go ahead and publicize all the hot, raunchy sex we had to the paps while we’re at it?”
“Not a good idea,” replied Daesung.
“Like they don’t already know,” said Seunghyun, smirking.
“At least you admit that it was hot and raunchy!” crowed Jiyong.
“I always choose the worst time to walk in.” Youngbae sighed miserably, slipping into the room with his head hanging. “Can we just start practice?”
Seungri was quick to agree, and they began to get set up. But Seungri couldn’t miss the knowing smiles Jiyong kept sending his way, and he realized what an awful day he had in store for him.