love songs
Noman Barabwa (Look Only At Me) (part 2.2)
GDYB - Jiyong/Youngbae.
part two of five.
Thoughts of this afternoon linger in your mind. What if Seunghyun hyung had actually seen what happened last night? You shudder, you really don't have a good feeling about tonight.
You anxiously look around the packed club, searching for Daesung. He had only gone off to get some drinks (great, more alcohol), but he had been gone for almost thirty minutes now. You're getting a little impatient. You really just want this night to be over already.
You're relieved when you finally see him swaggering back with alcohol in hand, only to have that relief vanish as soon as it appeared. With him is another man, just vaguely familiar, and he's staring at you with apparent interest.
Daesung heartily hands you a shot, "Yah, Youngbae! Guess who I ran into?" he eagerly wiggles his eyebrows at you. You can tell he already had a couple of shots.
You sigh,"Who did you run into, Daesung?" You warily eye the younger man standing behind him. You quickly down the shot you're holding, thinking tonight is going to be a long night.
"Seungriah!~ You know," he wiggles his eyebrows again, "The one you were ‘talking’ with last night," he laughs. "You really need to come up with better excuses, Youngbae."
You feel your stomach drop unpleasantly, you assume this was the guy that gave you that damn hickey. You wonder why the hell didn't he stop either of you last night, he knew you were engaged to Jiyong.
You watch as he downs another shot, and then saunters over to a girl, throwing his arm around her shoulder and leaning in to whisper something into her ear. Oh, that’s why. He was already drunk then and hittong girls. Lovely, fucking lovely.
You reluctantly return you gaze to the other man, Seungri. Shit, is he even legal? He looks like he's barely of age. You sigh, and then make your way to the bar, planning on drinking so much you won’t be able to remember the night at all.
To your dismay, Seungri follows you to the bar and sits right next to you. You can already feel the headache coming and so order three shots. Two for you, and one for the kid, to be nice.
"So, Seungri, how old are you?" you suspiciously question, after quickly downing your two shots.
"Does it really matter, hyung?" he fires back, raising a single eyebrow at you, daring you to question his age.
You shake your head, and order a couple more shots. Tonight is definitely going to be a long night.
***
By this time, there is at least twelve-maybe fifteen empty shots in front of you, and just as many in front of Seungri. But it's obvious (not to you, you're to drunk to notice) that he can handle his liquor much better than you. You are humming a tuneless song to yourself and swaying back and forth, while he just sits there and watches you.
"Yah, Seungriah! Why you watchin’ me? Do you like me or somethin’? Shit," you slur, glaring in his direction. "If you like me, do somethin’! Don’t just sit there," you almost fall off your chair, swaying. But he catches you before you fall, and you giggle a little when you realize that his face is only an inch away from yours. You giggle a little more when you scrunch your eyes close, because then he starts to look a little like Jiyong, only younger.
"Seungriah! You look like my Yongie!" you giggle more and more, until you lose your breath and have to close your eyes for a second. And then you open them, and he still kind of looks like Jiyong, and so you decide to kiss him, still giggling while doing so.
The kiss starts innocent, but quickly turns into the opposite, when the younger of the two of you pushes his tongue into your mouth. And you, being the drunken fool that you are, allow him to, and even encourage him by taking your hand and fisting it in his hair.
The kiss finally breaks, and the both of you are breathing rather heavily, and you don’t see anything wrong with what just happened. After all, he looked like Jiyong when you kissed him, so technically you didn’t do anything wrong. At least, that’s what your intoxicated mind tells you.
He orders two more shots, and you take the liberty of drinking both of them. However, he doesn’t complain and he only smiles before ordering one more shot for himself.
"Lets get out of here," he purrs in your ear, draping an arm around your shoulder to steady your slight swaying.
You close your eyes, and nod your head. If you don’t really listen that hard, he kind of sounds like Jiyong too.
You silently allow him to take your hand and lead you out of the club, thinking you saw Seunghyun hyung on your way out. But that can’t be right, he’s Djing and he can’t be walking around the club. But it doesn’t really matter, because you’re leaving with Jiyong. Wait, no. Someone who looks a little and sounds a little like Jiyong. Close enough.
The two of you get into a taxi and speed off to lord-knows-where, and before you know it he’s pulling you out of the cab and leading you up stairs. After a minute or so, you’re standing in front of a locked door, waiting for him to find the right key in the dim light of the hallway.
"Fuck, where is that damn key?" he mutters searching through his various pockets.
You look at him, and for some odd reason, finally notice what he’s wearing. Something similar to what Jiyong would wear, he might even have those exact jeans, and that shirt. Hell, it looks like this kid just borrowed clothes from your Jiyong.
"Fucking shit, where is it?" he angrily whispers, still searching for the key. And after a couple more seconds, he finds it somewhere in his wallet and he lets out a quiet "Yes," and then you lose it. He sounded so much like Jiyong with that single word that you actually believe Jiyong is standing right there with you (the alcohol in your system probably helped with believing that also).
You aggressively push him against the still locked door, and claim his lips. Your hands wander down, and under his shirt, caressing the smooth skin underneath. He takes his hands and wraps them low around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, grinding his hips into yours, and fuck it feels good and you really just want to take him there.
But he breaks the kiss, and fumbles around to hastily open the door and the two of you tumble into the dark apartment. He unsteadily leads you to a bedroom, and you follow him without hesitation, still thinking (in your drunk little world) that you are about to make love to Jiyong, when in fact you are about to fuck a stranger named Seungri.
You reach the bedroom, and he pushes you onto a bed and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips and ever so slightly brushing his hips against yours, teasing you.
"You fucking tease," you growl, and you reach up and not so gently kiss him, biting his lip in the process.
And while you're kissing him, you barely even notice him unbuttoning your jeans, and taking them off and then taking off his own jeans and throwing them in some corner. You do notice him taking off your shirt, however. But only because you had to stop kissing him for a second as you helped him to hastily pull the damn material off and over your head. And then the two of you resume your intense kissing and touching and grinding, only to have it lead to fucking.
***
You wake up in the morning with a throbbing head to find yourself entangled in unfamiliar sheets with an unfamiliar person. Your eyes widen in horror when you realize that you don't have any clothes on, and neither does the stranger whom you're currently sharing a bed with. And to top it all off, your fucking ass hurts like a bitch. Could this morning start off any worse?
You hear a soft vibration coming from the floor beside the bed, and you look over seeing your jeans. You think it must be your phone and you reach into the pocket and retrieve it. You look at the screen of your vibrating phone and gulp. Fifteen unread text messages, twenty-three missed calls, and four new voice messages. Yeah, this is a great way to start off your day.