Fic: Hover (GTOP)
Title: Hover
Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I haven't posted in a long while (partially because I got absorbed with Jaesu for a bit) but I'm back! Unfortunately, I don't really like how this turned out; seem to have lost my knack for writing. Comments? :D
“Seunghyun?”
There was a muffled grunt from the mostly-asleep lump underneath the blankets.
“What do you think about Love?”
Top sighed tiredly. “Jiyong…” he warned.
“I’m serious. I need to know what you think.”
He sighed again, the motion causing the cocoon of blankets to heave. “Will you leave me in peace if I answer?”
He could almost see the leader’s head nod.
“Love is…” he began, slowly shuffling up into an upright position. “Well,”
Seunghyun’s eyes fell upon Jiyong, his encouraging smile, expectant eyes, unknowing to how graceful he looked just sitting there on the mess that was his futon.
“Love is when you can look at someone and see their faults, their strengths, and not care either way because they’re just breathtaking.” he said finally.
Jiyong cocked his head.
“Do people like that even exist?”
“Yeah.” A pause. “Yeah, they do.”
There was silence while the sounds of the nightlife filtered into the small shared bedroom. Seunghyun believed Jiyong had never looked as beautiful as he did now, seated in the fluorescent light with those faraway eyes.
“Hyung,” he began. Top twitched slightly in surprise at the voice that penetrated the quiet.
“Mm?” he mumbled in return, drawing his eyes away from the leader, anywhere but the leader, a light flush dancing into his cheeks that he would never admit was ever there.
“I was actually asking about the lyrics of this,” he held up a piece of paper with words and notes scribbled haphazardly over it. “And if they’d be good to produce. It’s just called ‘Love’.” He grinned sheepishly. “I guess I started talking before you woke up.”
And abruptly, Seunghyun’s heart fell to his stomach and he wished rather uncharacteristically that the ground would swallow him up whole. All he managed was a humiliated, non-committal noise.
Jiyong gave him an apologetic pat on the arm. “Sorry, hyung. It’s 2AM and it’s making you a hopeless romantic, right?”
Seunghyun’s heart fell lower.
“Go back to sleep. ‘Night.” The lights went off.
Top closed his eyes and silently mulled over the absolute horror of spouting that stuff to him of all people…
Just as his eyelids began to droop, there was a shuffle of material and he felt a gentle hand brush softly at the frown lines between his brows. He froze in shock. “Aish, Seunghyun.” he heard Jiyong whisper. “I’m afraid I’m a hopeless romantic too. Just all day and all night.”
When another shift of cloth signalled the leader’s movements away from him, Seunghyun had a burst of thought that said fuck it and grabbed Jiyong’s wrist, pulling him down to lie beside him on the futon. A startled yelp penetrated the cool dark of the room, and when he cracked open an eye to face surprised brown eyes, “Jiyongie,” was all he mumbled before effectively tucking him underneath the cocoon with him.
As he drifted off again, satisfied arms clasped around a slim waist, Seunghyun was glad that he could feel Jiyong’s heart pounding at the same thousand beats a minute that his was.
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Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I haven't posted in a long while (partially because I got absorbed with Jaesu for a bit) but I'm back! Unfortunately, I don't really like how this turned out; seem to have lost my knack for writing. Comments? :D
“Seunghyun?”
There was a muffled grunt from the mostly-asleep lump underneath the blankets.
“What do you think about Love?”
Top sighed tiredly. “Jiyong…” he warned.
“I’m serious. I need to know what you think.”
He sighed again, the motion causing the cocoon of blankets to heave. “Will you leave me in peace if I answer?”
He could almost see the leader’s head nod.
“Love is…” he began, slowly shuffling up into an upright position. “Well,”
Seunghyun’s eyes fell upon Jiyong, his encouraging smile, expectant eyes, unknowing to how graceful he looked just sitting there on the mess that was his futon.
“Love is when you can look at someone and see their faults, their strengths, and not care either way because they’re just breathtaking.” he said finally.
Jiyong cocked his head.
“Do people like that even exist?”
“Yeah.” A pause. “Yeah, they do.”
There was silence while the sounds of the nightlife filtered into the small shared bedroom. Seunghyun believed Jiyong had never looked as beautiful as he did now, seated in the fluorescent light with those faraway eyes.
“Hyung,” he began. Top twitched slightly in surprise at the voice that penetrated the quiet.
“Mm?” he mumbled in return, drawing his eyes away from the leader, anywhere but the leader, a light flush dancing into his cheeks that he would never admit was ever there.
“I was actually asking about the lyrics of this,” he held up a piece of paper with words and notes scribbled haphazardly over it. “And if they’d be good to produce. It’s just called ‘Love’.” He grinned sheepishly. “I guess I started talking before you woke up.”
And abruptly, Seunghyun’s heart fell to his stomach and he wished rather uncharacteristically that the ground would swallow him up whole. All he managed was a humiliated, non-committal noise.
Jiyong gave him an apologetic pat on the arm. “Sorry, hyung. It’s 2AM and it’s making you a hopeless romantic, right?”
Seunghyun’s heart fell lower.
“Go back to sleep. ‘Night.” The lights went off.
Top closed his eyes and silently mulled over the absolute horror of spouting that stuff to him of all people…
Just as his eyelids began to droop, there was a shuffle of material and he felt a gentle hand brush softly at the frown lines between his brows. He froze in shock. “Aish, Seunghyun.” he heard Jiyong whisper. “I’m afraid I’m a hopeless romantic too. Just all day and all night.”
When another shift of cloth signalled the leader’s movements away from him, Seunghyun had a burst of thought that said fuck it and grabbed Jiyong’s wrist, pulling him down to lie beside him on the futon. A startled yelp penetrated the cool dark of the room, and when he cracked open an eye to face surprised brown eyes, “Jiyongie,” was all he mumbled before effectively tucking him underneath the cocoon with him.
As he drifted off again, satisfied arms clasped around a slim waist, Seunghyun was glad that he could feel Jiyong’s heart pounding at the same thousand beats a minute that his was.
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