the thief
the thief
pg
g-dragon/top
based on this prompt from kpopficwank.
“You’re so useless,” Jiyong says. Seunghyun tries hard to keep his face from falling. It does anyway, so he turns, pulling off layers in order. Coat first, then the pin on his lapel and the rings on his fingers. Button up, then shirt, then other shirt; shoes on the rack, pants in the laundry basket. Sweatpants on, hoodie on, beanie on, and then Seunghyun crawls into bed, ignoring the pointed clearing of Jiyong’s throat and the dip in the bed, how he sits and watches the unmoving curve of his back. Eventually Jiyong sighs, loud, and makes his way out of the room.
“Don’t be a baby,” he says as he shuts the door behind him.
---
Jeans on, shirts on, suit jacket on. One earring, necklace from his mother, watch with the brown -- no, the black -- strap. Black sneakers, no hat. Sunglasses, snake-shaped ring, Lego brooch --
“Where’s my fucking pin?”
Seunghyun throws the covers off of his bed, balling them up. Nothing greets him but a blank expanse of white. The drawers yield a stuffed Bill Gates doll, a giant neon flower, a jewel-shaped scarab, but the Lego, his favorite, is nowhere to be found.
“We’re going to be late,” Youngbae calls, rapping on Seunghyun’s door. “Come on!”
No pin. An extra ring, then, for good measure.
---
“Sunset Glow” is memorization and muscle memory by now. Seunghyun drags himself through the flurry of steps, annoyed by the way everyone flows around him: Seungri, all flash, Daesung, all smiling enthusiasm, Youngbae, all fluid and perfect, and Jiyong.
Jiyong, who winks as he dances by, wrenching an answering grin from Seunghyun’s face that he doesn’t want to give. Then they’re forming a line and mugging for the camera and Seunghyun is turned back and Jiyong’s turned forward and oh, there it is.
Seunghyun’s Lego pin, the one shaped like a heart, is stuck to one of Jiyong’s thick white suspenders.
He blinks and misses a dance step and Jiyong laughs even though the cameras are rolling and the girls are screaming. He forgets to cover his mouth and his eyes go small; Seunghyun thinks that if all he has to do to see that laugh is miss steps, he should just stop going to practice.
Jiyong makes his way over, pressing his mouth to Seunghyun’s ear as the song ends and the confetti begins. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I...” he thumbs the big heart towards Seunghyun’s jacket, near his chest, “you know.”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, and Jiyong’s breath is tickling his neck the way it does when he’s about to kiss it, so he grumbles soft, grumbles quiet like he’ll do later, against Jiyong’s temple in the van. “I know.”
a/n: seunghyun’s heart brooch is real. :)
pg
g-dragon/top
based on this prompt from kpopficwank.
“You’re so useless,” Jiyong says. Seunghyun tries hard to keep his face from falling. It does anyway, so he turns, pulling off layers in order. Coat first, then the pin on his lapel and the rings on his fingers. Button up, then shirt, then other shirt; shoes on the rack, pants in the laundry basket. Sweatpants on, hoodie on, beanie on, and then Seunghyun crawls into bed, ignoring the pointed clearing of Jiyong’s throat and the dip in the bed, how he sits and watches the unmoving curve of his back. Eventually Jiyong sighs, loud, and makes his way out of the room.
“Don’t be a baby,” he says as he shuts the door behind him.
---
Jeans on, shirts on, suit jacket on. One earring, necklace from his mother, watch with the brown -- no, the black -- strap. Black sneakers, no hat. Sunglasses, snake-shaped ring, Lego brooch --
“Where’s my fucking pin?”
Seunghyun throws the covers off of his bed, balling them up. Nothing greets him but a blank expanse of white. The drawers yield a stuffed Bill Gates doll, a giant neon flower, a jewel-shaped scarab, but the Lego, his favorite, is nowhere to be found.
“We’re going to be late,” Youngbae calls, rapping on Seunghyun’s door. “Come on!”
No pin. An extra ring, then, for good measure.
---
“Sunset Glow” is memorization and muscle memory by now. Seunghyun drags himself through the flurry of steps, annoyed by the way everyone flows around him: Seungri, all flash, Daesung, all smiling enthusiasm, Youngbae, all fluid and perfect, and Jiyong.
Jiyong, who winks as he dances by, wrenching an answering grin from Seunghyun’s face that he doesn’t want to give. Then they’re forming a line and mugging for the camera and Seunghyun is turned back and Jiyong’s turned forward and oh, there it is.
Seunghyun’s Lego pin, the one shaped like a heart, is stuck to one of Jiyong’s thick white suspenders.
He blinks and misses a dance step and Jiyong laughs even though the cameras are rolling and the girls are screaming. He forgets to cover his mouth and his eyes go small; Seunghyun thinks that if all he has to do to see that laugh is miss steps, he should just stop going to practice.
Jiyong makes his way over, pressing his mouth to Seunghyun’s ear as the song ends and the confetti begins. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I...” he thumbs the big heart towards Seunghyun’s jacket, near his chest, “you know.”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, and Jiyong’s breath is tickling his neck the way it does when he’s about to kiss it, so he grumbles soft, grumbles quiet like he’ll do later, against Jiyong’s temple in the van. “I know.”
a/n: seunghyun’s heart brooch is real. :)