but you don't know
title: but you don't know
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, angst
pairing: jooyeon&g.o
'i'm not a player.'
he resists the tempting smirk that pulls on the corner of his lips, the emotion daring to betray the image he has come to build up. he pretends like the statement is pure blasphemy, denying it time after time, denying the smile that boldly wishes could grace his face.
(quite honestly, g.o simply thinks if he says it enough, he'll actually believe it.)
'you're not a player my ass,' jooyeon elbows him in the side after some recording.
he can't help but wince from actual pain (and whether it is from the physical jab or the emotional blow he gets whenever he looks in her direction, he isn't sure.) 'you were a player back when you were byunghee,' jooyeon gives him this friendly smile that he ultimately wants to reject, but accepts anyways with the smallest of smiles that can't help but grow into a grin every time he sees her.
'well, isn't it my favorite ulzzang,' g.o tries not to cringe whenever she calls him by his old name, so he distracts himself by simply letting his knuckles brush lightly against her cheek in some joking punch. (but he feels it, the feeling he always feels whenever their skin graze. it's fucking sparks that turn into fucking flames, it's a wild fire in his heart that he tries to calm down by breathing, but damn, he can't help it.)
jooyeon not so jokingly punches him in the stomach, literally knocking the air out of him. he bites his tongue and remembers that she's a girl, she's jooyeon, not cheolyong, and he can't smack her across the back of her head.
he lets out a grunt as he peers down on her with her victorious smirk playing upon her lips (soft, beautiful, and how much he wishes he could just graze them with his own). 'you know, i think you like it rough. i'll make sure to warn your next victim before you get your claws on him,' g.o looks forward, hoping by then she'll go away.
(he can barely keep himself in check around her. he doesn't pretend to be nice or compliment her. he doesn't throw out pick up lines because all she does, all she ever does, is let them fall flat. he chased after her for three years, and every day he tries to convince himself that he's tired of running - but he fucking isn't.)
jooyeon smiles weakly, she tries to laugh it off because there he goes again, her byunghee making these obscene jokes that have no meaning because according to jungah unnie, 'he's just a guy. stupid. wants to make you laugh.' but damn, she can feel each word has some underlying meaning, and it stings like a bitch.
she doesn't leave his side, but instead she lets it become silent in between them as they stand backstage together, waiting to be called back by their members.
(jooyeon ignores it when she feels his knuckles barely brush against the back of her hand. she ignores the electricity that threatens to spontaneously detonate the time bomb ticking in both of their hearts. g.o ignores it when she lets him come that close, when he feels her fingers lace with his and a whispered, 'byunghee, i'm sorry i didn't love you back three years ago.' and he ignores it when he says, 'it's all right.' because they both know it fucking isn't.)
they stand there in the dark as she laughs a little, 'so, maybe i do like it rough, which is probably why i don't like you (i love you). i heard you were gentle with the ladies.' and they both laugh because they both know that there are no ladies.
'i'm not a player,' he wants to believe he is so badly. he wants to believe that he can stop loving her, that she had chosen him instead of this (after school, the fame, short shorts, mini skirts - just everything) three years ago.
'you're not a player my ass. you were a player even back when you were byunghee.' jooyeon repeats and she bites her lip to prevent her from saying more.
('you played with my heart until you accidentally dropped it and broke it, and then all of a sudden you wanted it back. you wanted it to be yours, when i left it out there for you to have for years before that. so i chose the fame, because the that would only shatter my soul and not my heart like you did.')
g.o doesn't know that her heart is broken, and jooyeon doesn't know that she breaks his every day.
the only thing they know is that their hearts have betrayed them, they've let them fall in love.
(they're not happy with where they're at, but soon, time will reveal that they'll be happy with where they are going to be.)
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, angst
pairing: jooyeon&g.o
'i'm not a player.'
he resists the tempting smirk that pulls on the corner of his lips, the emotion daring to betray the image he has come to build up. he pretends like the statement is pure blasphemy, denying it time after time, denying the smile that boldly wishes could grace his face.
(quite honestly, g.o simply thinks if he says it enough, he'll actually believe it.)
'you're not a player my ass,' jooyeon elbows him in the side after some recording.
he can't help but wince from actual pain (and whether it is from the physical jab or the emotional blow he gets whenever he looks in her direction, he isn't sure.) 'you were a player back when you were byunghee,' jooyeon gives him this friendly smile that he ultimately wants to reject, but accepts anyways with the smallest of smiles that can't help but grow into a grin every time he sees her.
'well, isn't it my favorite ulzzang,' g.o tries not to cringe whenever she calls him by his old name, so he distracts himself by simply letting his knuckles brush lightly against her cheek in some joking punch. (but he feels it, the feeling he always feels whenever their skin graze. it's fucking sparks that turn into fucking flames, it's a wild fire in his heart that he tries to calm down by breathing, but damn, he can't help it.)
jooyeon not so jokingly punches him in the stomach, literally knocking the air out of him. he bites his tongue and remembers that she's a girl, she's jooyeon, not cheolyong, and he can't smack her across the back of her head.
he lets out a grunt as he peers down on her with her victorious smirk playing upon her lips (soft, beautiful, and how much he wishes he could just graze them with his own). 'you know, i think you like it rough. i'll make sure to warn your next victim before you get your claws on him,' g.o looks forward, hoping by then she'll go away.
(he can barely keep himself in check around her. he doesn't pretend to be nice or compliment her. he doesn't throw out pick up lines because all she does, all she ever does, is let them fall flat. he chased after her for three years, and every day he tries to convince himself that he's tired of running - but he fucking isn't.)
jooyeon smiles weakly, she tries to laugh it off because there he goes again, her byunghee making these obscene jokes that have no meaning because according to jungah unnie, 'he's just a guy. stupid. wants to make you laugh.' but damn, she can feel each word has some underlying meaning, and it stings like a bitch.
she doesn't leave his side, but instead she lets it become silent in between them as they stand backstage together, waiting to be called back by their members.
(jooyeon ignores it when she feels his knuckles barely brush against the back of her hand. she ignores the electricity that threatens to spontaneously detonate the time bomb ticking in both of their hearts. g.o ignores it when she lets him come that close, when he feels her fingers lace with his and a whispered, 'byunghee, i'm sorry i didn't love you back three years ago.' and he ignores it when he says, 'it's all right.' because they both know it fucking isn't.)
they stand there in the dark as she laughs a little, 'so, maybe i do like it rough, which is probably why i don't like you (i love you). i heard you were gentle with the ladies.' and they both laugh because they both know that there are no ladies.
'i'm not a player,' he wants to believe he is so badly. he wants to believe that he can stop loving her, that she had chosen him instead of this (after school, the fame, short shorts, mini skirts - just everything) three years ago.
'you're not a player my ass. you were a player even back when you were byunghee.' jooyeon repeats and she bites her lip to prevent her from saying more.
('you played with my heart until you accidentally dropped it and broke it, and then all of a sudden you wanted it back. you wanted it to be yours, when i left it out there for you to have for years before that. so i chose the fame, because the that would only shatter my soul and not my heart like you did.')
g.o doesn't know that her heart is broken, and jooyeon doesn't know that she breaks his every day.
the only thing they know is that their hearts have betrayed them, they've let them fall in love.
(they're not happy with where they're at, but soon, time will reveal that they'll be happy with where they are going to be.)