Fic: Beep Beep (GTOP)
Title: Beep Beep
Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is totally different way of writing that I'm experimenting with :D Comments?
The first time Top had a suspicion as to where his leader’s tastes lay, (which was after an amazingly long, long while), he had watched him like a hawk. Well, who wouldn’t? It could potentially be the most embarrassing blackmail material that ever existed. So, every single moment of Jiyong’s life was carefully analysed and stored away in a little pocket of Seunghyun’s mind labelled “GAYDAR”. If seen from another perspective, Top believed it could have been classified as a stalker-like watching, but seeing as Jiyong was his friend and he basically saw him every day anyway, it was more of what he liked to call ‘observing daily motions’.
It was all due to Youngbae’s total(ly secret) obsession with eggs that he noticed it - Jiyong had a totally feminine way of standing, sitting, moving, you name it. His two dongsaengs were arguing over the way a certain type of food that Top hadn’t even ever heard of should be cooked, and Taeyang was insistent to the point of utterly six-year old behaviour that eggs were to be added. Of course, the leader didn’t seem to budge from his position defending the right of tofu to be added, and that’s when Seunghyun had noticed it. Jiyong had a totally feminine way of standing, sitting, moving, you name it. Maybe it was the loose pink t-shirt he’d thrown on that morning (which accentuated how absolutely thin and how nice of a figure he had) or maybe it was the way his hair was still sleep-ruffled (he’d been reluctantly pulled away from his cocoon of blankets in their room that morning), but Jiyong simply looked so innocent and feminine and huggable, even while spitting arguments at Taeyang. Or perhaps it was because the leader had managed to capture the total attention of every person he met, him included.
The more thinking and observing he did, the more the attention Jiyong latched onto him (and more specifically his hair). In a way, the yells of ‘hyung!’ and when in quieter moods, ‘Seunghyun-hyung~’ seemed to allow him to see more depth into the potential blackmail material concerning Jiyong’s tastes, which by now Top had established and narrowed down to ‘nice Korean men’. For some reason that he could not at all fathom, he had a burst of affection towards his little, utterly feminine-but-still-sexy-in-a-manly-way when he did undeniably dorky things like burn their dinner in a freak accident with an iron and the little things like walking around on a caffeine high singing at the top of his lungs in their room at 3AM (which wasn’t really that pleasant when it was experienced).
He was almost sure that he had enough primary evidence to present a relatively hole-proof blackmail after the most significant event of Jiyong’s parading around in nothing but boxers and one of his hoodies, which was oversized enough for his leader’s vague modesty. Again, to any outside viewer, it may have been a little obsessive, and he could say, a tiny bit perverted to take photos. The excuse was that it was all for the good of his safety in the future if he ever needed anything from Jiyong that he couldn’t get from anyone else. And also if the surprisingly sneaky (as he’d observed; once he’d caught him using Seungri’s precious hair gel!) dongsaeng decided to one day gather some dirt on him, he could pay it back in the shovelful. Anyway, it was rather hilarious, not to mention utterly bizarre, to have Jiyong on another sugar high and posing in what would normally be considered as provocative positions all over him, but what Seunghyun firmly took as a friendly gesture and seeing as they seemed to dish out more fan service these days as opposed to even Youngbae & the leader, it was perfectly normal. Excluding, of course, the way his thoughts kept on insisting on running back to Jiyong, but that was just trivial. There was seriously something off with the way he was observing daily motions.
Seunghyun believed that Jiyong might have some special-mind-and-thought-expanding-and-taking-over-all-people’s-thoughts power that he kept hidden away from them and that sometimes it leaked out and because they were the closest people to him, it affected they way he/they thought. Right now, the leader-sshi was all he could think about and his GAYDAR was blipping madly as he approached Jiyong with a completely fake and nervous smile while his palms sweated in a way that just wasn’t normal. The blindingly bright grin directed his way as he reached blinding-distance brought an uncomfortable sort of swallowing in his throat and his traitorous hands were still producing glorious waterworks. Seunghyun rambled something along the lines of I’vebeenwatchingyouandIthinkImightreallyreallyactuallyguh… in which he made a complete fool out of himself and also managed the feat of sounding like a professional stalker. Then he decided that blackmail wasn’t really the issue at the moment when the blindingly bright smile went up a notch as Jiyong pressed a kiss to his absolutely flaming cheek and said something into his ear that shouldn’t really have affected him that way but did.
By the time Top had discovered the truth to the leader’s tastes (which ultimately ended up as ‘Seunghyun-hyung’ and his newly dubbed title as simply ‘Seunghyun’ that his lover always seemed to use everywhere and all the time), every moment of the leader’s life was observed, processed and carefully placed into a part of his heart that he labelled ‘Jiyong’s’. Because after all, he knew he had a similar looking pocket in Jiyong’s heart that belonged only and forever to him.
Author: Sky
Pairing: GTOP
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is totally different way of writing that I'm experimenting with :D Comments?
The first time Top had a suspicion as to where his leader’s tastes lay, (which was after an amazingly long, long while), he had watched him like a hawk. Well, who wouldn’t? It could potentially be the most embarrassing blackmail material that ever existed. So, every single moment of Jiyong’s life was carefully analysed and stored away in a little pocket of Seunghyun’s mind labelled “GAYDAR”. If seen from another perspective, Top believed it could have been classified as a stalker-like watching, but seeing as Jiyong was his friend and he basically saw him every day anyway, it was more of what he liked to call ‘observing daily motions’.
It was all due to Youngbae’s total(ly secret) obsession with eggs that he noticed it - Jiyong had a totally feminine way of standing, sitting, moving, you name it. His two dongsaengs were arguing over the way a certain type of food that Top hadn’t even ever heard of should be cooked, and Taeyang was insistent to the point of utterly six-year old behaviour that eggs were to be added. Of course, the leader didn’t seem to budge from his position defending the right of tofu to be added, and that’s when Seunghyun had noticed it. Jiyong had a totally feminine way of standing, sitting, moving, you name it. Maybe it was the loose pink t-shirt he’d thrown on that morning (which accentuated how absolutely thin and how nice of a figure he had) or maybe it was the way his hair was still sleep-ruffled (he’d been reluctantly pulled away from his cocoon of blankets in their room that morning), but Jiyong simply looked so innocent and feminine and huggable, even while spitting arguments at Taeyang. Or perhaps it was because the leader had managed to capture the total attention of every person he met, him included.
The more thinking and observing he did, the more the attention Jiyong latched onto him (and more specifically his hair). In a way, the yells of ‘hyung!’ and when in quieter moods, ‘Seunghyun-hyung~’ seemed to allow him to see more depth into the potential blackmail material concerning Jiyong’s tastes, which by now Top had established and narrowed down to ‘nice Korean men’. For some reason that he could not at all fathom, he had a burst of affection towards his little, utterly feminine-but-still-sexy-in-a-manly-way when he did undeniably dorky things like burn their dinner in a freak accident with an iron and the little things like walking around on a caffeine high singing at the top of his lungs in their room at 3AM (which wasn’t really that pleasant when it was experienced).
He was almost sure that he had enough primary evidence to present a relatively hole-proof blackmail after the most significant event of Jiyong’s parading around in nothing but boxers and one of his hoodies, which was oversized enough for his leader’s vague modesty. Again, to any outside viewer, it may have been a little obsessive, and he could say, a tiny bit perverted to take photos. The excuse was that it was all for the good of his safety in the future if he ever needed anything from Jiyong that he couldn’t get from anyone else. And also if the surprisingly sneaky (as he’d observed; once he’d caught him using Seungri’s precious hair gel!) dongsaeng decided to one day gather some dirt on him, he could pay it back in the shovelful. Anyway, it was rather hilarious, not to mention utterly bizarre, to have Jiyong on another sugar high and posing in what would normally be considered as provocative positions all over him, but what Seunghyun firmly took as a friendly gesture and seeing as they seemed to dish out more fan service these days as opposed to even Youngbae & the leader, it was perfectly normal. Excluding, of course, the way his thoughts kept on insisting on running back to Jiyong, but that was just trivial. There was seriously something off with the way he was observing daily motions.
Seunghyun believed that Jiyong might have some special-mind-and-thought-expanding-and-taking-over-all-people’s-thoughts power that he kept hidden away from them and that sometimes it leaked out and because they were the closest people to him, it affected they way he/they thought. Right now, the leader-sshi was all he could think about and his GAYDAR was blipping madly as he approached Jiyong with a completely fake and nervous smile while his palms sweated in a way that just wasn’t normal. The blindingly bright grin directed his way as he reached blinding-distance brought an uncomfortable sort of swallowing in his throat and his traitorous hands were still producing glorious waterworks. Seunghyun rambled something along the lines of I’vebeenwatchingyouandIthinkImightreallyreallyactuallyguh… in which he made a complete fool out of himself and also managed the feat of sounding like a professional stalker. Then he decided that blackmail wasn’t really the issue at the moment when the blindingly bright smile went up a notch as Jiyong pressed a kiss to his absolutely flaming cheek and said something into his ear that shouldn’t really have affected him that way but did.
By the time Top had discovered the truth to the leader’s tastes (which ultimately ended up as ‘Seunghyun-hyung’ and his newly dubbed title as simply ‘Seunghyun’ that his lover always seemed to use everywhere and all the time), every moment of the leader’s life was observed, processed and carefully placed into a part of his heart that he labelled ‘Jiyong’s’. Because after all, he knew he had a similar looking pocket in Jiyong’s heart that belonged only and forever to him.