things we do for love
/RANDOM
You might want to be careful.
Huh why?
She introduced you to your new friend right?
Yeah. So?
She'll get jealous. You know how much she likes you.
I can't help it if her friend is so much more fun than she is.
Big Bang's music is surprisingly easy to fall in love with. They aren't as polished as DBSK but give them time, they'll find their niche. Here's sharing some of my favorite music for now.
1. HARU HARU
2. LIE
3. THIS LOVE
Title: Beholder
Pairings: one-sided Youngbae/Jiyong and Seungri/Junsu, implied Seunghyun/Jiyong.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Based on the Junsu & Taeyang Piano Battle. Listen HERE. For riiche who deserves so much better.
*
“What’s he like? You gotta like-- Tell me EVERYTHING hyung!”
The door swings inwards. Yongbae drops his keys, nearly deaf and there he is.
Seungri.
A vision of misty eyes and cheery smiles too bright for the time of the night, Yongbae thinks. The lanky boy is this close to latching onto Yongbae bent over his boots, but is stopped by a timely collar tug and a slap on the back of his head.
Jiyong.
Bed hair and nonchalance, as if their leader just rolled out of some bed but Yongbae thinks he knows better. He's heard Jiyong locked in their hostel bathroom for hours, perfecting that CannotCareLess, moody and detached look.
Neither of them sees him coming but Yongbae is grateful. He will never be able to fend off Seungri when he is in a mood like this, a JunsuHyungIsSoAmazing! mood.
“Final rehearsal with Junsu in 6 hours,” Jiyong mumbles yawning, leaving Seungri torn between unleashing his fan boy tendencies and toeing the line.
“It’s 4am.”
They are not sure if it is a muffled apology from the leader or a bad excuse for his brashness but there is no room for negotiations. A hard gaze meets Seungri’s puppy eyes and the biting of lips is ignored as Jiyong leaves, brushing by unfazed. His room door is ajar and Frankie J’s voice floats out.
Nobody asks why Jiyong is still awake.
Yongbae allows himself to hope that he is reason enough.
That night, he sleeps with his door (and his heart) open. Don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try no--
*
“He’s nice,” Yongbae says, even before Seungri asks at breakfast.
“But everyone is nice hyung. There’s gotta be more! You know like-- “
“He’s not beautiful.”
It is not the answer Seungri is expecting. His jaw is slack, rendered useless, as if all his previous ingrained ideas on beauty have been nothing but misconceptions.
Yongbae cannot lie to anticipating eyes but it is true. Junsu is not beautiful and it is the first thing that strikes him when they meet. He thinks Seungri’s idol worship is the reason why he always assumes Junsu to be larger than life. Because in reality, like Daesung keeps telling Seungri, the DBSK member is smaller than imagined but Yongbae never believed it, not when Daesung is singing praises of Yunho like a single filming session gives him enough authority to talk like that. Seungri is sceptical but Daesung gloats (at least I’ve met them).
“You know what the TV does to people, the lights, the-- ” Yongbae trails off, abruptly realizing that he is saying all the wrong things but he does not know how to make it better. He looks over Seungri to Jiyong’s room. The door opens and Yongbae thinks he will find damage control only to get collateral damage.
Jiyong. Laughing. Laughing at something Seunghyun is saying. Yongbae cannot hear so he sees, light in Jiyong’s eyes, eyes for the other and he cannot look away.
“But hyung! The TV always lies! Like that time when they said-- “
Daesung shuffles out, smiling eyes like his own. The plaid shirt earns a look from Jiyong and Yongbae takes the ensuing debate as a chance to escape (Plaid sticks out Daesung-ah. But I like plaid! You like being an eye sore don’t you? Sight for sore eyes you mean.)
“Hyung! Take pictures! Ask him over for dinner! I want his signature-- “
Yongbae waves Seungri off, stomping his boots harder than necessary on the doormat. Seunghyun gives Daesung a little push. Get changing, he mutters and Daesung does not fight him. Jiyong sends him out. Yongbae snatches forgotten sunglasses from his leader’s proffered hand, forced smile and lowered gaze.
“Thank-- “
Jiyong cuts him off suddenly, pulling Yongbae to him by the shoulder. In the background, Frankie J fills in the silence with his song. Oh Frankie. Because you know giving up is love too.
“-- ‘s crooked.” Jiyong breathes out, straightening Yongbae's collar and it is the longest minute of his life.
You keep insisting when you know our love is out the door--.
Yongbae knows the lyrics by heart. It is his song for the SBS Gayo Daejun piano battle against DBSK’s Kim Junsu. Why it has to be a battle he does not know and he is barely listening. Yongbae is too busy trying not to stare at his best friend flicking invisible lint off his coat. Jiyong is all critical eyes and nimble fingers that don’t linger.
Their petite leader is humming along to Frankie as he pushes Yongbae out.
“Yongbae-ah.”
He stops in mid-step to turn back, peeking from under his cap.
“You’ll be fine.” Jiyong punches his shoulder playfully, not enough to hurt.
“You’re as good as him. I believe in you.”
Yongbae nods, cracking a small smile of false confidence before leaving for the studios. As he turns the corner, he wonders if Jiyong meant Seunghyun or Junsu.
*
Yongbae’s fingers fly over glided keys, a gentle caress of a lover, coaxing the music. Nobody hears the thump-thump of his heart, keeping in time with the beat or that he is praying the quick breath he stole will get him through don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try ‘cause all we do is fight and say the things that hurt so bad to where we both begin to cry.
For a fleeting second, he looks up from the piano. Junsu. Something swells inside him and Seungri is right. The TV lies, Yongbae decides, momentarily blinded.
Junsu is singing with him, don’t wanna try no more-- Really singing like it is his heart song. Unabashed and open, the sweetest look of kindness in his eyes. And Seungri is right, the TV lies. Because beyond the glitz and glamour of shallow intent, Cassiopeia and all that jazz, Junsu is everything Seungri has imagined him to be. A quiet air of grace, an aura of unbridled talent waiting to swallow the silence and then some.
Yongbae is distracted for a moment too long and his voice falters, he plays a wrong note, he butchers the English, he cannot remember which but it feels like all of them. Nobody sees his hand shake as the last note dies. Junsu’s strikes up his first chord, giving it his everything in each word of the song. Head bowed, Yongbae cannot bear to look over the pianos. He does not need to look to know how earnest Junsu’s music comes across. The fan girls’ uproar says everything.
The TV lies. The TV lies and Jiyong is not watching, Yongbae chants mentally.
Jiyong is busy backstage. He’s not paying attention, he convinces himself. Because even with closed eyes, he can see the patented look of disappointment.
The applause is deafening but Yongbae cannot hear them cheer. If this is really a battle, he has gotten the short end of the stick. He feels like the loser because Junsu is shining, epitome of flair and charisma, the sensitive new age man.
They exit stage left and Junsu is staring at him weirdly now, a cross between confusion and polite concern. He does not voice his queries and Yongbae thinks Seungri is right again. Seungri has chosen the right person to fall in love with.
In relative darkness, halfway to their designated backstage area, Yongbae breaks the silence. “Hyung-- “
“Hmm?” All shades of patience and meekness, so unlike Jiyong.
It's the least he can do for the maknae, Yongbae muses. “Come over for dinner?”
Junsu smiles and Yongbae wants to take back what he told Seungri.
Junsu is beautiful. Like Jiyong, he is so beautiful it hurts.
*
You might want to be careful.
Huh why?
She introduced you to your new friend right?
Yeah. So?
She'll get jealous. You know how much she likes you.
I can't help it if her friend is so much more fun than she is.
Big Bang's music is surprisingly easy to fall in love with. They aren't as polished as DBSK but give them time, they'll find their niche. Here's sharing some of my favorite music for now.
1. HARU HARU
2. LIE
3. THIS LOVE
Title: Beholder
Pairings: one-sided Youngbae/Jiyong and Seungri/Junsu, implied Seunghyun/Jiyong.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Based on the Junsu & Taeyang Piano Battle. Listen HERE. For riiche who deserves so much better.
*
“What’s he like? You gotta like-- Tell me EVERYTHING hyung!”
The door swings inwards. Yongbae drops his keys, nearly deaf and there he is.
Seungri.
A vision of misty eyes and cheery smiles too bright for the time of the night, Yongbae thinks. The lanky boy is this close to latching onto Yongbae bent over his boots, but is stopped by a timely collar tug and a slap on the back of his head.
Jiyong.
Bed hair and nonchalance, as if their leader just rolled out of some bed but Yongbae thinks he knows better. He's heard Jiyong locked in their hostel bathroom for hours, perfecting that CannotCareLess, moody and detached look.
Neither of them sees him coming but Yongbae is grateful. He will never be able to fend off Seungri when he is in a mood like this, a JunsuHyungIsSoAmazing! mood.
“Final rehearsal with Junsu in 6 hours,” Jiyong mumbles yawning, leaving Seungri torn between unleashing his fan boy tendencies and toeing the line.
“It’s 4am.”
They are not sure if it is a muffled apology from the leader or a bad excuse for his brashness but there is no room for negotiations. A hard gaze meets Seungri’s puppy eyes and the biting of lips is ignored as Jiyong leaves, brushing by unfazed. His room door is ajar and Frankie J’s voice floats out.
Nobody asks why Jiyong is still awake.
Yongbae allows himself to hope that he is reason enough.
That night, he sleeps with his door (and his heart) open. Don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try no--
*
“He’s nice,” Yongbae says, even before Seungri asks at breakfast.
“But everyone is nice hyung. There’s gotta be more! You know like-- “
“He’s not beautiful.”
It is not the answer Seungri is expecting. His jaw is slack, rendered useless, as if all his previous ingrained ideas on beauty have been nothing but misconceptions.
Yongbae cannot lie to anticipating eyes but it is true. Junsu is not beautiful and it is the first thing that strikes him when they meet. He thinks Seungri’s idol worship is the reason why he always assumes Junsu to be larger than life. Because in reality, like Daesung keeps telling Seungri, the DBSK member is smaller than imagined but Yongbae never believed it, not when Daesung is singing praises of Yunho like a single filming session gives him enough authority to talk like that. Seungri is sceptical but Daesung gloats (at least I’ve met them).
“You know what the TV does to people, the lights, the-- ” Yongbae trails off, abruptly realizing that he is saying all the wrong things but he does not know how to make it better. He looks over Seungri to Jiyong’s room. The door opens and Yongbae thinks he will find damage control only to get collateral damage.
Jiyong. Laughing. Laughing at something Seunghyun is saying. Yongbae cannot hear so he sees, light in Jiyong’s eyes, eyes for the other and he cannot look away.
“But hyung! The TV always lies! Like that time when they said-- “
Daesung shuffles out, smiling eyes like his own. The plaid shirt earns a look from Jiyong and Yongbae takes the ensuing debate as a chance to escape (Plaid sticks out Daesung-ah. But I like plaid! You like being an eye sore don’t you? Sight for sore eyes you mean.)
“Hyung! Take pictures! Ask him over for dinner! I want his signature-- “
Yongbae waves Seungri off, stomping his boots harder than necessary on the doormat. Seunghyun gives Daesung a little push. Get changing, he mutters and Daesung does not fight him. Jiyong sends him out. Yongbae snatches forgotten sunglasses from his leader’s proffered hand, forced smile and lowered gaze.
“Thank-- “
Jiyong cuts him off suddenly, pulling Yongbae to him by the shoulder. In the background, Frankie J fills in the silence with his song. Oh Frankie. Because you know giving up is love too.
“-- ‘s crooked.” Jiyong breathes out, straightening Yongbae's collar and it is the longest minute of his life.
You keep insisting when you know our love is out the door--.
Yongbae knows the lyrics by heart. It is his song for the SBS Gayo Daejun piano battle against DBSK’s Kim Junsu. Why it has to be a battle he does not know and he is barely listening. Yongbae is too busy trying not to stare at his best friend flicking invisible lint off his coat. Jiyong is all critical eyes and nimble fingers that don’t linger.
Their petite leader is humming along to Frankie as he pushes Yongbae out.
“Yongbae-ah.”
He stops in mid-step to turn back, peeking from under his cap.
“You’ll be fine.” Jiyong punches his shoulder playfully, not enough to hurt.
“You’re as good as him. I believe in you.”
Yongbae nods, cracking a small smile of false confidence before leaving for the studios. As he turns the corner, he wonders if Jiyong meant Seunghyun or Junsu.
*
Yongbae’s fingers fly over glided keys, a gentle caress of a lover, coaxing the music. Nobody hears the thump-thump of his heart, keeping in time with the beat or that he is praying the quick breath he stole will get him through don’t wanna try, don’t wanna try ‘cause all we do is fight and say the things that hurt so bad to where we both begin to cry.
For a fleeting second, he looks up from the piano. Junsu. Something swells inside him and Seungri is right. The TV lies, Yongbae decides, momentarily blinded.
Junsu is singing with him, don’t wanna try no more-- Really singing like it is his heart song. Unabashed and open, the sweetest look of kindness in his eyes. And Seungri is right, the TV lies. Because beyond the glitz and glamour of shallow intent, Cassiopeia and all that jazz, Junsu is everything Seungri has imagined him to be. A quiet air of grace, an aura of unbridled talent waiting to swallow the silence and then some.
Yongbae is distracted for a moment too long and his voice falters, he plays a wrong note, he butchers the English, he cannot remember which but it feels like all of them. Nobody sees his hand shake as the last note dies. Junsu’s strikes up his first chord, giving it his everything in each word of the song. Head bowed, Yongbae cannot bear to look over the pianos. He does not need to look to know how earnest Junsu’s music comes across. The fan girls’ uproar says everything.
The TV lies. The TV lies and Jiyong is not watching, Yongbae chants mentally.
Jiyong is busy backstage. He’s not paying attention, he convinces himself. Because even with closed eyes, he can see the patented look of disappointment.
The applause is deafening but Yongbae cannot hear them cheer. If this is really a battle, he has gotten the short end of the stick. He feels like the loser because Junsu is shining, epitome of flair and charisma, the sensitive new age man.
They exit stage left and Junsu is staring at him weirdly now, a cross between confusion and polite concern. He does not voice his queries and Yongbae thinks Seungri is right again. Seungri has chosen the right person to fall in love with.
In relative darkness, halfway to their designated backstage area, Yongbae breaks the silence. “Hyung-- “
“Hmm?” All shades of patience and meekness, so unlike Jiyong.
It's the least he can do for the maknae, Yongbae muses. “Come over for dinner?”
Junsu smiles and Yongbae wants to take back what he told Seungri.
Junsu is beautiful. Like Jiyong, he is so beautiful it hurts.
*