You Promised (G-Ri oneshot)
“Ji Yong, focus!” the director yelled at me for the millionth time.
My eyes drooped and tears formed in the corners.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’ll need to cooperate if you want a good shot,” he continued.
Sighing inwardly, I positioned myself with the ladies. I had to fight back the tears. For one thing, this wasn’t the right time for me to be crying. And the make-up artist would definitely have my head if I ruined my face.
The director sighed, exasperated.
“And he thinks he has it bad,” I muttered but tried to look my best when the cameras started rolling.
My long, long, long day finally ended-at three in the morning. It was when I washed my face in the changing room did the tears flow. I didn’t know why I was crying. Must have been because of the exhaustion.
Stop lying to yourself, Ji Yong.
Fine, it was because he didn’t come. He promised me he would. He promised me he’d watch me, laugh at me, support me. He promised.
I laughed at the person I gazed at in the mirror. Blonde hair on the top of his head, irremovable make-up splotched on his face, sadness hidden deep in his eyes.
After a last unemotional chuckle, I left the changing room, finally ready to go home.
As I climbed the stairs to the apartment unit, I imagined all the things I’d tell Seung Ri the moment he’d be around to hear me.
You broke another promise, Maknae! You’re such a meanie. You promised you’d come see me make it big, on my own. You promised.
I would say them jokingly, of course. I could never be angry at him.
I unlocked the door and practically stumbled into the unit. All was silent, and the only light was from the small lamp beside the television.
My eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness. I looked around and found everything normal. The fallen pile of DVDs beside the DVD player; the couch pillows scattered on the floor; a blanket thrown across the couch-what?
I flicked open the lights and found a sleeping Seung Ri on the couch. Even with a blanket covering him, he was dressed as if he were going out somewhere. His shoes were at the foot of where he was lying.
He grumbled and moved slowly, opening his eyes a tiny bit. “Ji Yong hyung?”
I felt the tears in my eyes again. “Ri? What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come,” he croaked and tried to sit up. “Seung Hyun hyung told me to stay home. I told him I didn’t have a fever, but he insisted.” He blinked a few more times and looked up at me. “Ji Yong hyung?” He stood up slowly and took a step toward me.
My lips were quivering, my hands were shaking. I took a step to him. And another. And another. Upon reaching him, I buried my face in the crook of his burning neck and said, “You broke another promise, Maknae!” The tears rolled down my face and onto his jacket. “You’re such a meanie. You promised you’d come see me make it big, on my own.”
Seung Ri kept silent. Slowly, his warm hands enveloped me in an embrace.
“You promised.” As the tears continued down my face, I smiled.
AN: This is for haelin unni who asked for a G-Ri (how predictable LOL). I hope you like this one. =)
My eyes drooped and tears formed in the corners.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’ll need to cooperate if you want a good shot,” he continued.
Sighing inwardly, I positioned myself with the ladies. I had to fight back the tears. For one thing, this wasn’t the right time for me to be crying. And the make-up artist would definitely have my head if I ruined my face.
The director sighed, exasperated.
“And he thinks he has it bad,” I muttered but tried to look my best when the cameras started rolling.
My long, long, long day finally ended-at three in the morning. It was when I washed my face in the changing room did the tears flow. I didn’t know why I was crying. Must have been because of the exhaustion.
Stop lying to yourself, Ji Yong.
Fine, it was because he didn’t come. He promised me he would. He promised me he’d watch me, laugh at me, support me. He promised.
I laughed at the person I gazed at in the mirror. Blonde hair on the top of his head, irremovable make-up splotched on his face, sadness hidden deep in his eyes.
After a last unemotional chuckle, I left the changing room, finally ready to go home.
As I climbed the stairs to the apartment unit, I imagined all the things I’d tell Seung Ri the moment he’d be around to hear me.
You broke another promise, Maknae! You’re such a meanie. You promised you’d come see me make it big, on my own. You promised.
I would say them jokingly, of course. I could never be angry at him.
I unlocked the door and practically stumbled into the unit. All was silent, and the only light was from the small lamp beside the television.
My eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness. I looked around and found everything normal. The fallen pile of DVDs beside the DVD player; the couch pillows scattered on the floor; a blanket thrown across the couch-what?
I flicked open the lights and found a sleeping Seung Ri on the couch. Even with a blanket covering him, he was dressed as if he were going out somewhere. His shoes were at the foot of where he was lying.
He grumbled and moved slowly, opening his eyes a tiny bit. “Ji Yong hyung?”
I felt the tears in my eyes again. “Ri? What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come,” he croaked and tried to sit up. “Seung Hyun hyung told me to stay home. I told him I didn’t have a fever, but he insisted.” He blinked a few more times and looked up at me. “Ji Yong hyung?” He stood up slowly and took a step toward me.
My lips were quivering, my hands were shaking. I took a step to him. And another. And another. Upon reaching him, I buried my face in the crook of his burning neck and said, “You broke another promise, Maknae!” The tears rolled down my face and onto his jacket. “You’re such a meanie. You promised you’d come see me make it big, on my own.”
Seung Ri kept silent. Slowly, his warm hands enveloped me in an embrace.
“You promised.” As the tears continued down my face, I smiled.
AN: This is for haelin unni who asked for a G-Ri (how predictable LOL). I hope you like this one. =)