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Still kissing him, Seunghyun lets his hands drop down to Youngbae’s slim waist, pulling their hips tight together just for a moment because, well, he isn’t a saint and Youngbae is really, really fucking hot right now. Then he firms his grip, squares his shoulders, and lifts.
Youngbae goes nowhere.
Frowning slightly into the kiss, Seunghyun presses a little closer, spreads his feet a little wider, and lifts again.
It gets him nothing but the other man’s confused attention, breaking the kiss as he looks up at him with sleepy eyes and a furrowed brow. “What are you doing?”
He stares back at him, suddenly feeling awkward as hell, heat creeping up the back of his neck. “Uh…I was trying…to pick you up.”
Youngbae blinks slowly. “….why?”
Yeah, okay, now he really does feel like an idiot. Seungyhyun rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding Youngbae’s eyes. “To set you on the counter. I thought it’d be all…romantic or something. Spontaneous.”
He chances another look at Youngbae, only to find the other man’s still-confused features edging towards annoyed. “I’m not a girl, hyung.”
Sighing, exasperated, Seunghyun makes an aborted, abstract gesture. “I know! I just thought it’d be….you know, suave and it’d be easier to kiss and you could have your legs around me, but God, never mind.”
Youngbae lets out a long-suffering sigh, before setting both hands on the counter and easily lifting himself up to sit with his back to the cabinets. He looks at Seunghyun pointedly. “Better?”
Seunghyun coughs, face stills red. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Rolling his eyes, Youngbae grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. He can feel the other man’s smirk.
“You’re so weak, hyung.”
baeri
By rights, it should be anyone else.
Jiyong would be the obvious choice. Smart, talented, pretty like a girl, even. Not that Seungri would ever say that to his face. Plus, Jiyong is engaging and charismatic--that tortured artist type that everyone is captivated by in their youth. Seungri does look up to him, and maybe idolize him a little (not that he’d ever tell Jiyong that either), and there was a time when that did manifest as a bit of a crush. Granted, Seungri likes to think his heart isn’t as predictable as all that. And he’d eventually come to realize that wanting to be someone and wanting to be with someone are two very different things. Besides, Seungri thinks of himself as the type to want to lead at least sometimes in a relationship and Jiyong would never let him lead ever, the jerk.
But still. Even Seunghyun would’ve been a no brainer. After all, Seungri isn’t blind. He knows full well hyung is the other half of Big Bang’s visual appeal, and when Top isn’t dressing like a bipolar homeless person or being a complete weirdo, he can he pretty sexy. Those deep eyes, all that charisma, the low voice…not to mention that the two of them having been playing gay chicken for ages now (at which, Seungri is totally, totally winning), so there has to be something there right? Don’t devastatingly attractive people usually seek out other devastatingly attractive people?
And well, there’s always Daesung. Maybe they’re not the closest members, maybe Seungri has suspected on several occasions that deep down, Daesung just doesn’t like him, no matter what he says for cameras. But that’s…that’s how all the romances in dramas start. Two people with totally opposite personalities, grating on each other’s nerves at first, eventually succumb to forbidden, off-camera love. Their differences are what create the fire, right? And Daesung really isn’t a bad-looking guy, no matter what his rep is, and under intense scrutiny, Seungri might just maybe admit a little that Daesung’s body is better than his. A little.
Seungri sighs in silent frustration, turning his gaze away from the ceiling and his head to the side, watching the man snoring softly at his side.
He never expected it to be Youngbae hyung.
Seungri bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, eyes tracing the smooth line of Youngbae’s back, the streetlamps outside casting a faint glow over the other man’s bare skin. It isn’t that Youngbae isn’t attractive. He is, and he doesn’t even know it, which makes him even more appealing somehow. Like Youngbae looks at his body and sees an accomplishment from hours put in and it doesn’t even occur to him that every else is already wound up just from looking. Seungri still remembers the HOT concert, watching him in the audience, the other singer’s body slick with sweat and his breathing heavy from exertion, but still he was smiling, and laughing so bright…
No, attraction isn’t the problem.
And it’s not that they aren’t close. Jiyong may be a hyung he looks up to, but Youngbae is unquestioningly a hyung Seungri depends on. Youngbae will listen to Seungri’s pettiest of complaints with a look that suggests they hold the same weight as state secrets in his mind. He slings an arm around him after a hard practice and sticks up for him when the other hyungdeul go too far and hugs him the tightest and the longest of anyone he knows, even his parents. He’d gone through lines with Seungri for Sonagi and hung around behind the scenes of his MV shootings and when he’d smiled, bright and genuine, and asked Seungri to sign his copy of VVIP…he hadn’t been that proud since he won his first solo award.
It’s just…shouldn’t it be more complicated than that? Seungri can’t help but think there should’ve been months of pining and agonizing, or a drunken tryst that lead to them avoiding each other before finally confessing when it becomes too much to bear. That’s the way it’s supposed to go, isn’t it? It’s the way it would’ve gone with any of the others.
You don’t just…like someone and think they’re good-looking and then let them kiss you one day when you fall asleep against their shoulder on the couch. It’s so…easy. Too comfortable, like Youngbae has just always been there and all it took was one moment.
Seungri rolls over to his side, bunching the pillow under his head and watching as Youngbae shifts slightly in response to the movement of the mattress. The sheets have fallen low on his waist, in that seemingly effortless way it happens in movies, and Seungri can’t help but reach over and brush his fingertips over the other man’s hip. Can he do that now?, he wonders, emboldened at the thought. Liking the idea that what happened between them tonight gives him carte blanche to touch Youngbae whenever he wants.
He could go up behind him when he’s in the studio and just lean in and drape his arms around his shoulders, or lay his head on his thigh when they watched TV or get in the shower with him in the morning. And there were those couple cell phone cases Seungri saw last time they were in Itaewon, that he’d wanted to buy but didn’t because he wasn’t half of a couple. Maybe he could get them now. Smiling slightly, he runs his touch up along Youngbae’s spine, watching his sleeping face. Yeah, he likes the thought of that.
Youngbae stirs under the touch, eyes opening blearily, one hand passing over them and then he’s looking at Seungri with a tired half-smile.
“Mm. What are you doing?”
Seungri shrugs slightly, but doesn’t stop touching, tracing the tendons in Youngbae’s forearm. “Just thinking. This is…is this weird? You and me?”
Youngbae returns his gaze and Seungri’s face gets hot, feeling bad suddenly and hoping he didn’t hurt Youngbae’s feelings. He doesn’t want him to think Seungri is regretting anything, or that he didn’t love every freaking second of tonight. He opens his mouth to say just that when Youngbae interrupts.
“Yeah. I mean…I guess it is a little strange.” A soft laugh. “Out of everyone, it would be you.”
“That’s what I-hey, wait, what?” Seungri pouts at him, offended. “What’s that supposed to mean? Why not me?”
Youngbae half-grins at him, tugging at his arm to get him to come closer. “You’re just the last person I would’ve expected. It doesn’t make any sense.”
baeri dance
Seunghyun knows right from the beginning that getting accepted into YGE as a trainee is the biggest thing to ever happen to him. Hands down, bigger even than Battle Shinhwa, and so he’s determined from the outset that this won’t be a repeat of that. He knows he’s a great dancer, that he could be one of the best, just like he knows he isn’t lazy, no matter what the PD said. He comes to training that first day, ready to work hard and secure in the knowledge that he already has leagues of experience on the other trainees. He’s been in a dance team, on TV, how many of them can say that?
Then, on his fourth day, he meets Dong Youngbae.
And it takes only minutes to realize that the older boy is already better, that he’ll only improve from here on out and Seungri has no prayer of catching him. Youngbae is fluid, smooth in a way that makes the choreography look slick and effortless, and even as Seunghyun wants to step in, wants to suggest that he have a little more control here, a little more tension in his body there, he bites his tongue and stays silent. Turns the critique inward on himself, eyes intent as he watches the mirror, burning the choreography into his mind. He’s not going to lose. He can’t lose. He just has to step it up, that’s all. Seunghyun isn’t afraid of hard work.
The first time he hears Youngbae sing at vocal practice, he doesn’t sleep that night for the anxiety. It would be easier if he could hate him, or at the very least, avoid him. But Seunghyun can tell from the outset that Youngbae is one of those people that no one can really dislike, and worse, one of those people who really dislikes no one in return. And sure enough, the older boy starts playfully teasing him, starts buying him Cokes and telling him how cool it is to finally have a dongsaeng and patting him on the back when Jiyong hyung goes overboard with his criticism.
He likes Youngbae, because he can’t not him, and he’s jealous of him for much the same reason. But Seunghyun’s not stupid. He may be sixteen years old, but he’s smart enough to know envy gets you nowhere on its own.
And so between dance lessons and vocal lessons and homework and busing back and forth to Gwangju during the week, Seunghyun starts adding in practices of his own. He forces himself out of bed before it’s even light outside, skulking into the YGE practice rooms, running through the choreography he’s memorized, over and over again until his limbs ache and he shakes off the feeling that it’s just not enough.
One night, his bag slung over his shoulder and a water bottle in hand, he comes in to see Youngbae fiddling with the stereo. Freezing in the doorway, he debates whether to turn tail and scurry away or just man up and go in when Youngbae makes the decision for him, turning around and smiling automatically when he sees him.
“Yah, little Seunghyun, practice with me,” the other boy calls out, hair messily tied back, wearing just sweats and a tight black tee.
Reluctant, Seunghyun drops his bag on the ground and goes to join the older boy in the middle of the floor. They run through the routine tirelessly for the next half-hour, stopping only to correct each other’s flaws, and Seunghyun can’t help but be slightly proud that Youngbae actually takes his advice, listening seriously, focused as he watches himself move in the mirror. It bolsters his confidence, and Seunghyun finds himself enjoying this more than he ever expected to.
It keeps going like that, Youngbae meeting him for practices, catching up with him outside in the hall, and eventually, running through the routines turns into Youngbae putting in Michael Jackson cds, and nagging at Seunghyun until he freestyles with him. Turns into Seunghyun teaching him Ilhwan’s old routines and the choreo to Bye Bye Bye that he learned like a thousand years ago.
And the more they practice, the more they end up spending time together and laughing together, the more Seunghyun realizes what it is that Youngbae has that he’s forgotten. He’s been so caught up in his determination to succeed, in the sweat and tears and hours it would take, that he forgot to love this.
Youngbae goes nowhere.
Frowning slightly into the kiss, Seunghyun presses a little closer, spreads his feet a little wider, and lifts again.
It gets him nothing but the other man’s confused attention, breaking the kiss as he looks up at him with sleepy eyes and a furrowed brow. “What are you doing?”
He stares back at him, suddenly feeling awkward as hell, heat creeping up the back of his neck. “Uh…I was trying…to pick you up.”
Youngbae blinks slowly. “….why?”
Yeah, okay, now he really does feel like an idiot. Seungyhyun rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding Youngbae’s eyes. “To set you on the counter. I thought it’d be all…romantic or something. Spontaneous.”
He chances another look at Youngbae, only to find the other man’s still-confused features edging towards annoyed. “I’m not a girl, hyung.”
Sighing, exasperated, Seunghyun makes an aborted, abstract gesture. “I know! I just thought it’d be….you know, suave and it’d be easier to kiss and you could have your legs around me, but God, never mind.”
Youngbae lets out a long-suffering sigh, before setting both hands on the counter and easily lifting himself up to sit with his back to the cabinets. He looks at Seunghyun pointedly. “Better?”
Seunghyun coughs, face stills red. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Rolling his eyes, Youngbae grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. He can feel the other man’s smirk.
“You’re so weak, hyung.”
baeri
By rights, it should be anyone else.
Jiyong would be the obvious choice. Smart, talented, pretty like a girl, even. Not that Seungri would ever say that to his face. Plus, Jiyong is engaging and charismatic--that tortured artist type that everyone is captivated by in their youth. Seungri does look up to him, and maybe idolize him a little (not that he’d ever tell Jiyong that either), and there was a time when that did manifest as a bit of a crush. Granted, Seungri likes to think his heart isn’t as predictable as all that. And he’d eventually come to realize that wanting to be someone and wanting to be with someone are two very different things. Besides, Seungri thinks of himself as the type to want to lead at least sometimes in a relationship and Jiyong would never let him lead ever, the jerk.
But still. Even Seunghyun would’ve been a no brainer. After all, Seungri isn’t blind. He knows full well hyung is the other half of Big Bang’s visual appeal, and when Top isn’t dressing like a bipolar homeless person or being a complete weirdo, he can he pretty sexy. Those deep eyes, all that charisma, the low voice…not to mention that the two of them having been playing gay chicken for ages now (at which, Seungri is totally, totally winning), so there has to be something there right? Don’t devastatingly attractive people usually seek out other devastatingly attractive people?
And well, there’s always Daesung. Maybe they’re not the closest members, maybe Seungri has suspected on several occasions that deep down, Daesung just doesn’t like him, no matter what he says for cameras. But that’s…that’s how all the romances in dramas start. Two people with totally opposite personalities, grating on each other’s nerves at first, eventually succumb to forbidden, off-camera love. Their differences are what create the fire, right? And Daesung really isn’t a bad-looking guy, no matter what his rep is, and under intense scrutiny, Seungri might just maybe admit a little that Daesung’s body is better than his. A little.
Seungri sighs in silent frustration, turning his gaze away from the ceiling and his head to the side, watching the man snoring softly at his side.
He never expected it to be Youngbae hyung.
Seungri bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, eyes tracing the smooth line of Youngbae’s back, the streetlamps outside casting a faint glow over the other man’s bare skin. It isn’t that Youngbae isn’t attractive. He is, and he doesn’t even know it, which makes him even more appealing somehow. Like Youngbae looks at his body and sees an accomplishment from hours put in and it doesn’t even occur to him that every else is already wound up just from looking. Seungri still remembers the HOT concert, watching him in the audience, the other singer’s body slick with sweat and his breathing heavy from exertion, but still he was smiling, and laughing so bright…
No, attraction isn’t the problem.
And it’s not that they aren’t close. Jiyong may be a hyung he looks up to, but Youngbae is unquestioningly a hyung Seungri depends on. Youngbae will listen to Seungri’s pettiest of complaints with a look that suggests they hold the same weight as state secrets in his mind. He slings an arm around him after a hard practice and sticks up for him when the other hyungdeul go too far and hugs him the tightest and the longest of anyone he knows, even his parents. He’d gone through lines with Seungri for Sonagi and hung around behind the scenes of his MV shootings and when he’d smiled, bright and genuine, and asked Seungri to sign his copy of VVIP…he hadn’t been that proud since he won his first solo award.
It’s just…shouldn’t it be more complicated than that? Seungri can’t help but think there should’ve been months of pining and agonizing, or a drunken tryst that lead to them avoiding each other before finally confessing when it becomes too much to bear. That’s the way it’s supposed to go, isn’t it? It’s the way it would’ve gone with any of the others.
You don’t just…like someone and think they’re good-looking and then let them kiss you one day when you fall asleep against their shoulder on the couch. It’s so…easy. Too comfortable, like Youngbae has just always been there and all it took was one moment.
Seungri rolls over to his side, bunching the pillow under his head and watching as Youngbae shifts slightly in response to the movement of the mattress. The sheets have fallen low on his waist, in that seemingly effortless way it happens in movies, and Seungri can’t help but reach over and brush his fingertips over the other man’s hip. Can he do that now?, he wonders, emboldened at the thought. Liking the idea that what happened between them tonight gives him carte blanche to touch Youngbae whenever he wants.
He could go up behind him when he’s in the studio and just lean in and drape his arms around his shoulders, or lay his head on his thigh when they watched TV or get in the shower with him in the morning. And there were those couple cell phone cases Seungri saw last time they were in Itaewon, that he’d wanted to buy but didn’t because he wasn’t half of a couple. Maybe he could get them now. Smiling slightly, he runs his touch up along Youngbae’s spine, watching his sleeping face. Yeah, he likes the thought of that.
Youngbae stirs under the touch, eyes opening blearily, one hand passing over them and then he’s looking at Seungri with a tired half-smile.
“Mm. What are you doing?”
Seungri shrugs slightly, but doesn’t stop touching, tracing the tendons in Youngbae’s forearm. “Just thinking. This is…is this weird? You and me?”
Youngbae returns his gaze and Seungri’s face gets hot, feeling bad suddenly and hoping he didn’t hurt Youngbae’s feelings. He doesn’t want him to think Seungri is regretting anything, or that he didn’t love every freaking second of tonight. He opens his mouth to say just that when Youngbae interrupts.
“Yeah. I mean…I guess it is a little strange.” A soft laugh. “Out of everyone, it would be you.”
“That’s what I-hey, wait, what?” Seungri pouts at him, offended. “What’s that supposed to mean? Why not me?”
Youngbae half-grins at him, tugging at his arm to get him to come closer. “You’re just the last person I would’ve expected. It doesn’t make any sense.”
baeri dance
Seunghyun knows right from the beginning that getting accepted into YGE as a trainee is the biggest thing to ever happen to him. Hands down, bigger even than Battle Shinhwa, and so he’s determined from the outset that this won’t be a repeat of that. He knows he’s a great dancer, that he could be one of the best, just like he knows he isn’t lazy, no matter what the PD said. He comes to training that first day, ready to work hard and secure in the knowledge that he already has leagues of experience on the other trainees. He’s been in a dance team, on TV, how many of them can say that?
Then, on his fourth day, he meets Dong Youngbae.
And it takes only minutes to realize that the older boy is already better, that he’ll only improve from here on out and Seungri has no prayer of catching him. Youngbae is fluid, smooth in a way that makes the choreography look slick and effortless, and even as Seunghyun wants to step in, wants to suggest that he have a little more control here, a little more tension in his body there, he bites his tongue and stays silent. Turns the critique inward on himself, eyes intent as he watches the mirror, burning the choreography into his mind. He’s not going to lose. He can’t lose. He just has to step it up, that’s all. Seunghyun isn’t afraid of hard work.
The first time he hears Youngbae sing at vocal practice, he doesn’t sleep that night for the anxiety. It would be easier if he could hate him, or at the very least, avoid him. But Seunghyun can tell from the outset that Youngbae is one of those people that no one can really dislike, and worse, one of those people who really dislikes no one in return. And sure enough, the older boy starts playfully teasing him, starts buying him Cokes and telling him how cool it is to finally have a dongsaeng and patting him on the back when Jiyong hyung goes overboard with his criticism.
He likes Youngbae, because he can’t not him, and he’s jealous of him for much the same reason. But Seunghyun’s not stupid. He may be sixteen years old, but he’s smart enough to know envy gets you nowhere on its own.
And so between dance lessons and vocal lessons and homework and busing back and forth to Gwangju during the week, Seunghyun starts adding in practices of his own. He forces himself out of bed before it’s even light outside, skulking into the YGE practice rooms, running through the choreography he’s memorized, over and over again until his limbs ache and he shakes off the feeling that it’s just not enough.
One night, his bag slung over his shoulder and a water bottle in hand, he comes in to see Youngbae fiddling with the stereo. Freezing in the doorway, he debates whether to turn tail and scurry away or just man up and go in when Youngbae makes the decision for him, turning around and smiling automatically when he sees him.
“Yah, little Seunghyun, practice with me,” the other boy calls out, hair messily tied back, wearing just sweats and a tight black tee.
Reluctant, Seunghyun drops his bag on the ground and goes to join the older boy in the middle of the floor. They run through the routine tirelessly for the next half-hour, stopping only to correct each other’s flaws, and Seunghyun can’t help but be slightly proud that Youngbae actually takes his advice, listening seriously, focused as he watches himself move in the mirror. It bolsters his confidence, and Seunghyun finds himself enjoying this more than he ever expected to.
It keeps going like that, Youngbae meeting him for practices, catching up with him outside in the hall, and eventually, running through the routines turns into Youngbae putting in Michael Jackson cds, and nagging at Seunghyun until he freestyles with him. Turns into Seunghyun teaching him Ilhwan’s old routines and the choreo to Bye Bye Bye that he learned like a thousand years ago.
And the more they practice, the more they end up spending time together and laughing together, the more Seunghyun realizes what it is that Youngbae has that he’s forgotten. He’s been so caught up in his determination to succeed, in the sweat and tears and hours it would take, that he forgot to love this.