Fic: Various short pieces
Title: Various short pieces
Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating:
A/N: These are just a few drabbles which may develop into longer fics, but I wanted to get some feedback first? :D Each is based or linked to the prompts there. Will post more soon hopefully.
Waiting
Jiyong knew that whatever he did wouldn’t matter because Seunghyun would always be there with his I’m-not-amused look n his eyes and then scold him lightly. But it didn’t matter because every time, Seunghyun would be the only one who bothered care.
Leaves
Seunghyun loved the falling autumn leaves, but not because they represented some symbol of love, but because when Jiyong managed to catch one, that smile was magic.
Rush
There were times he didn’t understand how one man could bring together millions. A rush of light flashed across the stage signalling the start of another concert, all the fans cheered and he suddenly realised Jiyong had to do this because it was a life.
Pretty
There were few people who could be called ‘pretty’ in Jiyong’s eyes. Seunghyun was one of those select, and when he told him as such, the embarrassed colouring of his cheeks made it all worth the tackle and punishing tickle.
4 Pints
Seunghyun was definitely drunk. This was good.
“Uhh… ‘Yong?” he slurred. “C’mere.”
Jiyong watched his hyung setting a supposed ‘good example’ and rolled his eyes.
“…’Yong!”
The leader tried to ignore the urge to grab a camera as Seunghyun started tearing up and blubbering in drunken self-pity over Jiyong’ s unwillingness to sit in on the couch with him.
“Hyung, you’re drunk.” he intoned, smothering a chuckle.
“No I’m not! You…” he trailed off in confusion. “What?”
Smiling eerily as those non-focused eyes turned to him, Jiyong sat himself gently down on the armrest, hair curler warm in his hand. It was time for payback.
“Hey,” he began in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Take a nap and you’ll feel better, ok?”
Seunghyun blinked. “Ok.”
He promptly grabbed the leader’s slim waist and somehow managed to curl around him on the couch in one motion. “Good night, Jiyongie.”
Jiyong fumed. “You’re not drunk.”
A deep chuckle resounded into his ear. “Not a chance in hell.”
Seunghyun smiled against the scented hair, planted a kiss on Jiyong’s tomato red cheek and tucked himself in tighter, sliding a hand up what remained of the leader’s favourite shirt after that incident. Oh, it was definitely worth it.
Summer rolling by
As summer rolled in, Jiyong shed his hoodies and thick scarves in favour of thin cotton tees and tying his fringe up with a hair tie. Seunghyun really preferred those tees off, which lead three of his dongsaengs to speculate as to why their hyung didn’t just tell the leader that he wanted into his pants. Jiyong remained blissfully oblivious to that stare that that swept across his body whenever the air conditioning broke down every single time Seunghyun tried to ‘fix’ it.
Ice-cream cake
He hadn’t wanted to give up that seat to the maknae. After all, pressed up against Jiyong on the narrow bench (and sort of ignoring the presence of Youngbae on his left) was more than fine. But seeing as Ri was being that annoying little brat he secretly was, complaining while draped around Jiyong’s shoulders and practically forcing them all to accommodate him, he’d swapped places begrudgingly with him. Stupid maknae was going to pay later. He was so going to do house duty for a week. They all grinned as the camera switched on and they introduced themselves to the people watching. He noticed the leader in a rather silent mood and couldn’t help but force himself not to reach forward and hug him all better. Oh yes, Seungri was going to pay.
a/n: I have no idea how much 4 pints actually is so I'm hoping everyone will just take it into stride :)
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Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating:
A/N: These are just a few drabbles which may develop into longer fics, but I wanted to get some feedback first? :D Each is based or linked to the prompts there. Will post more soon hopefully.
Waiting
Jiyong knew that whatever he did wouldn’t matter because Seunghyun would always be there with his I’m-not-amused look n his eyes and then scold him lightly. But it didn’t matter because every time, Seunghyun would be the only one who bothered care.
Leaves
Seunghyun loved the falling autumn leaves, but not because they represented some symbol of love, but because when Jiyong managed to catch one, that smile was magic.
Rush
There were times he didn’t understand how one man could bring together millions. A rush of light flashed across the stage signalling the start of another concert, all the fans cheered and he suddenly realised Jiyong had to do this because it was a life.
Pretty
There were few people who could be called ‘pretty’ in Jiyong’s eyes. Seunghyun was one of those select, and when he told him as such, the embarrassed colouring of his cheeks made it all worth the tackle and punishing tickle.
4 Pints
Seunghyun was definitely drunk. This was good.
“Uhh… ‘Yong?” he slurred. “C’mere.”
Jiyong watched his hyung setting a supposed ‘good example’ and rolled his eyes.
“…’Yong!”
The leader tried to ignore the urge to grab a camera as Seunghyun started tearing up and blubbering in drunken self-pity over Jiyong’ s unwillingness to sit in on the couch with him.
“Hyung, you’re drunk.” he intoned, smothering a chuckle.
“No I’m not! You…” he trailed off in confusion. “What?”
Smiling eerily as those non-focused eyes turned to him, Jiyong sat himself gently down on the armrest, hair curler warm in his hand. It was time for payback.
“Hey,” he began in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Take a nap and you’ll feel better, ok?”
Seunghyun blinked. “Ok.”
He promptly grabbed the leader’s slim waist and somehow managed to curl around him on the couch in one motion. “Good night, Jiyongie.”
Jiyong fumed. “You’re not drunk.”
A deep chuckle resounded into his ear. “Not a chance in hell.”
Seunghyun smiled against the scented hair, planted a kiss on Jiyong’s tomato red cheek and tucked himself in tighter, sliding a hand up what remained of the leader’s favourite shirt after that incident. Oh, it was definitely worth it.
Summer rolling by
As summer rolled in, Jiyong shed his hoodies and thick scarves in favour of thin cotton tees and tying his fringe up with a hair tie. Seunghyun really preferred those tees off, which lead three of his dongsaengs to speculate as to why their hyung didn’t just tell the leader that he wanted into his pants. Jiyong remained blissfully oblivious to that stare that that swept across his body whenever the air conditioning broke down every single time Seunghyun tried to ‘fix’ it.
Ice-cream cake
He hadn’t wanted to give up that seat to the maknae. After all, pressed up against Jiyong on the narrow bench (and sort of ignoring the presence of Youngbae on his left) was more than fine. But seeing as Ri was being that annoying little brat he secretly was, complaining while draped around Jiyong’s shoulders and practically forcing them all to accommodate him, he’d swapped places begrudgingly with him. Stupid maknae was going to pay later. He was so going to do house duty for a week. They all grinned as the camera switched on and they introduced themselves to the people watching. He noticed the leader in a rather silent mood and couldn’t help but force himself not to reach forward and hug him all better. Oh yes, Seungri was going to pay.
a/n: I have no idea how much 4 pints actually is so I'm hoping everyone will just take it into stride :)
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