Fic: Almost-Perfect (GTOP)
Title: Almost-Perfect
Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating: PG-15, I think?
A/N: I post too much XD And I'm not totally sure I like how this progressed. Feedback is love <3
The first time Seunghyun met Jiyong, he’d been amazed at his experience in the music industry. To be so talented, yet so young.
He was all that Top had aspired to be.
When SO1 was cut from the group, he had a sense of detachment, and though he wasn’t even a little proud of it, he’d felt a little more… glad. At least it hadn’t been him…
Jiyong, the ‘leader’, became more and more mature as time went on, although he did have his moments. And he was perfect in all ways.
Still.
As Seunghyun watched him dance in the studio, his eyes focused on the mirror and body moving with the music, Top sighed in relief.
At least it hadn’t been him.
---
Seunghyun didn’t know when he picked up the habit of watching Jiyong. Doing, well, anything. Across the breakfast table, during shoots, whenever he was within a 100 meter radius, really. The maknae had asked him about it once, why he stared at his hyung so much.
It wasn’t staring; it was watching.
---
Jiyong was strong. But not so strong that he never snapped. It hadn’t landed on him this time, but rather on Ri, who was, in his opinion, rather used to it by now.
It had taken them all half an hour to calm him down enough to feed him some coffee, which calmed his mood dramatically.
Seunghyun made it his goal to always be there to make his leader smile. Anyway, pretending to do ridiculous things wasn’t that hard.
---
When Jiyong got angry the next time, Seunghyun was nearby, drawing his attention to something trivial but passable as a distraction.
It happened more and more as their group’s popularity grew, and there was more demand for public appearances, fan interviews and game shows, as well as their usual musical creations. Seunghyun’s job became significantly harder as Jiyong steadily became moodier.
Youngbae must have been relieved, though.
And that was it. The leader always needed someone to lean on, to shower with his attention, good or bad. In a way, Top was glad; Jiyong was like that endless supply of contentedness.
He was still amazing.
---
Jiyong could shed angry tears. Top had walked past their shared bedroom door and the sound of faint, shaky intakes of breath reached his ears.
He paused. To go in…?
At the next inhalation, he turned the knob and stepped in. It was like walking into a tornado of wreckage. Everything seemed to be everywhere else.
Jiyong was on his futon, legs pulled to his chest.
Seunghyun pointedly ignored the “piss off, I’m not in the mood” glare shot at him and silently began rearranging the mess. After all, it was his room too. Well. That’s what he firmly told himself.
Footsteps padded his way. When Jiyong asked him what the fuck he was doing and what did he understand, Seunghyun turned to look at him.
The leader wasn’t perfect anymore when he was this angry.
Top hugged him gently anyway.
---
Seunghyun found himself in the centre of Jiyong’s attention again as interview after interview passed. He didn’t even jump anymore when a warm body latched onto his back for an impromptu piggyback ride.
Then, something happened. He began dreaming about almost-perfect things. Dreams that had him waking up in the middle of the night sweating and wanting things he shouldn’t want.
---
As he watched the leader sing, thoughts rose unbidden into his mind. How his eyes closed when he was singing to the music, how extraordinarily thick his eyelashes were.
Seunghyun had to excuse himself from the room. And it happened again. And again. He could feel Jiyong’s eyes following his movements with concern.
Top wished he wouldn’t.
---
Life was never easy. Top’s life wasn’t any different. He’d taken up the hobby of avoiding-Jiyong.
It was very difficult, considering that they had to share a room. Those confused, semi-angry looks directed at him hurt.
Once, for a very short while, he wished it had been him.
Apparently, Seungri decided that enough was enough. Jiyong had walked inside to grab a pen one evening, and the maknae had locked and barred the door, with both of them inside.
They were also on the 6th floor.
Seunghyun was going to kill him.
---
Jiyong was yelling at the door.
Seunghyun watched him tire out, the annoyance simmering clearly underneath the surface when he turned to glance at him. The leader had visibly flinched and moved to sit on his futon again, closing his eyes in tired exasperation.
Top had done the unintelligent thing and attempted to ignite conversation. No matter how awkward, how almost-perfect, how much Jiyong made him think of things, sitting in silence until someone let them out wasn’t going to be interesting.
They’d gotten into an argument. He wasn’t pleased with that outcome.
What do you know, the leader was saying, sparkling eyes glaring at him. Seunghyun leaned in and kissed those sweet, sinful lips.
In slight retrospect, he shouldn’t have done that.
Because soon, he was raking his hands all over Jiyong’s thighs and they hadn’t been able to stop.
Everything disappeared layer by layer and they’d fallen back together onto his futon.
A blur of oh-so-soft skin under his hands and moans of please, Seunghyun…
---
As it turned out, the maknae had done something right for once.
Top ran a hand through Jiyong’s hair, his breath ghosting over the leader’s bare skin as he admired the sleeping figure in the soft glow of lights from the city’s night-life.
Pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead, Seunghyun wrapped his limbs around him and sighed in contentment.
At least it hadn’t been him.
---
Jiyong smiled more and Seunghyun became the official ‘leader’s-happy-source’.
As he openly stared at his movements on the studio floor, Top had a thought. Jiyong wasn’t perfect, but he was almost.
And it didn’t really matter either way.
Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating: PG-15, I think?
A/N: I post too much XD And I'm not totally sure I like how this progressed. Feedback is love <3
The first time Seunghyun met Jiyong, he’d been amazed at his experience in the music industry. To be so talented, yet so young.
He was all that Top had aspired to be.
When SO1 was cut from the group, he had a sense of detachment, and though he wasn’t even a little proud of it, he’d felt a little more… glad. At least it hadn’t been him…
Jiyong, the ‘leader’, became more and more mature as time went on, although he did have his moments. And he was perfect in all ways.
Still.
As Seunghyun watched him dance in the studio, his eyes focused on the mirror and body moving with the music, Top sighed in relief.
At least it hadn’t been him.
---
Seunghyun didn’t know when he picked up the habit of watching Jiyong. Doing, well, anything. Across the breakfast table, during shoots, whenever he was within a 100 meter radius, really. The maknae had asked him about it once, why he stared at his hyung so much.
It wasn’t staring; it was watching.
---
Jiyong was strong. But not so strong that he never snapped. It hadn’t landed on him this time, but rather on Ri, who was, in his opinion, rather used to it by now.
It had taken them all half an hour to calm him down enough to feed him some coffee, which calmed his mood dramatically.
Seunghyun made it his goal to always be there to make his leader smile. Anyway, pretending to do ridiculous things wasn’t that hard.
---
When Jiyong got angry the next time, Seunghyun was nearby, drawing his attention to something trivial but passable as a distraction.
It happened more and more as their group’s popularity grew, and there was more demand for public appearances, fan interviews and game shows, as well as their usual musical creations. Seunghyun’s job became significantly harder as Jiyong steadily became moodier.
Youngbae must have been relieved, though.
And that was it. The leader always needed someone to lean on, to shower with his attention, good or bad. In a way, Top was glad; Jiyong was like that endless supply of contentedness.
He was still amazing.
---
Jiyong could shed angry tears. Top had walked past their shared bedroom door and the sound of faint, shaky intakes of breath reached his ears.
He paused. To go in…?
At the next inhalation, he turned the knob and stepped in. It was like walking into a tornado of wreckage. Everything seemed to be everywhere else.
Jiyong was on his futon, legs pulled to his chest.
Seunghyun pointedly ignored the “piss off, I’m not in the mood” glare shot at him and silently began rearranging the mess. After all, it was his room too. Well. That’s what he firmly told himself.
Footsteps padded his way. When Jiyong asked him what the fuck he was doing and what did he understand, Seunghyun turned to look at him.
The leader wasn’t perfect anymore when he was this angry.
Top hugged him gently anyway.
---
Seunghyun found himself in the centre of Jiyong’s attention again as interview after interview passed. He didn’t even jump anymore when a warm body latched onto his back for an impromptu piggyback ride.
Then, something happened. He began dreaming about almost-perfect things. Dreams that had him waking up in the middle of the night sweating and wanting things he shouldn’t want.
---
As he watched the leader sing, thoughts rose unbidden into his mind. How his eyes closed when he was singing to the music, how extraordinarily thick his eyelashes were.
Seunghyun had to excuse himself from the room. And it happened again. And again. He could feel Jiyong’s eyes following his movements with concern.
Top wished he wouldn’t.
---
Life was never easy. Top’s life wasn’t any different. He’d taken up the hobby of avoiding-Jiyong.
It was very difficult, considering that they had to share a room. Those confused, semi-angry looks directed at him hurt.
Once, for a very short while, he wished it had been him.
Apparently, Seungri decided that enough was enough. Jiyong had walked inside to grab a pen one evening, and the maknae had locked and barred the door, with both of them inside.
They were also on the 6th floor.
Seunghyun was going to kill him.
---
Jiyong was yelling at the door.
Seunghyun watched him tire out, the annoyance simmering clearly underneath the surface when he turned to glance at him. The leader had visibly flinched and moved to sit on his futon again, closing his eyes in tired exasperation.
Top had done the unintelligent thing and attempted to ignite conversation. No matter how awkward, how almost-perfect, how much Jiyong made him think of things, sitting in silence until someone let them out wasn’t going to be interesting.
They’d gotten into an argument. He wasn’t pleased with that outcome.
What do you know, the leader was saying, sparkling eyes glaring at him. Seunghyun leaned in and kissed those sweet, sinful lips.
In slight retrospect, he shouldn’t have done that.
Because soon, he was raking his hands all over Jiyong’s thighs and they hadn’t been able to stop.
Everything disappeared layer by layer and they’d fallen back together onto his futon.
A blur of oh-so-soft skin under his hands and moans of please, Seunghyun…
---
As it turned out, the maknae had done something right for once.
Top ran a hand through Jiyong’s hair, his breath ghosting over the leader’s bare skin as he admired the sleeping figure in the soft glow of lights from the city’s night-life.
Pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead, Seunghyun wrapped his limbs around him and sighed in contentment.
At least it hadn’t been him.
---
Jiyong smiled more and Seunghyun became the official ‘leader’s-happy-source’.
As he openly stared at his movements on the studio floor, Top had a thought. Jiyong wasn’t perfect, but he was almost.
And it didn’t really matter either way.