Big Bang Fic: GTOP; [REQUEST]
blasphemy
jiyong/seunghyun, romance
Jiyong wakes up at six thirty-seven.
“Good morning,” his manager says from the couch as he walks through the living room and into the kitchen. Seungri is sitting at the table with a mug of hot chocolate, seemingly still asleep as he leans his chin into his palm, elbow resting against the table. Jiyong takes up the seat to his left and steals a few sips of his hot chocolate, taking a few more as Seungri begins to curse at him for it.
“Good morning, Ri. Sleep well?” It’s mocking and a little bit hoarse as Jiyong’s still half-asleep also, but Seungri smiles through the haze in his eyes and laughs.
“Stupid,” he says.
Youngbae is the next to wake up. Like the rest of them, he’s still in his pajamas, cotton pants sagging as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. He sits across from Jiyong, frowning when he notices that Jiyong hasn’t eaten yet.
“You should eat something,” he pushes, nudging his bowl forward. Jiyong scoffs and pushes it back.
“Not hungry,” he says and rolls his eyes. “Mom,” he adds, just to piss Youngbae off.
They sit in almost-silence for a few minutes save for the crinkling of pages coming from the other room where their manager is still reading the morning’s newspaper. Jiyong slumps forward in a fit of dramatics, throws his arms out across the table as Youngbae saves his cereal by lifting it up out of harm's way.
“Mommy,” he whines, “I’m sleepy.” He grins all sly and cheshire like and Youngbae smacks him upside the head, standing up to dispose of his bowl of cereal. He rinses it down the sink before going to stand behind Seungri - who is still, at this point, half-asleep - and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, rubbing circles into Seungri’s shirt. “Let’s go lay down in the living room. You look tired.”
Jiyong watches them with blurry eyes, sighing when they disappear from view altogether, and turns his face into the crook of his arm.
“Aren’t you all forgetting something?” he laughs sardonically, low and tinged with sleep.
And then Seunghyun wakes up, ambles into the living room to talk with the manager before they all go change and shove themselves into the company van where they’re shipped off to their first meeting of the day.
Jiyong stays silent the entire ride with his face pressed to the window.
“Smile for the camera.”
Jiyong grabs Youngbae’s arm and pulls him closer, chin on shoulder.
“Feels empty without Daesung,” he says. Youngbae doesn’t reply, exactly, but he’s not pushing Jiyong away like he usually does, and Jiyong takes what he can get.
They finish within a few hours and water bottles are handed out along with a change of clothes for their next bit of scheduling. Jiyong collapses onto the couch, teasing one of the make-up artists who blushes and giggles under his attention, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table.
“Don’t be mean,” Seunghun grins as he drops down next to Jiyong. Their thighs touch as the oldest moves closer and Jiyong suddenly forgets how to breath.
“Yeah, sorry,” he flashes a smile at the girl and stops talking altogether. Seunghyun stares at him strangely, jostling his shoulder playfully in order to regain his attention.
“You alright?” he asks under his breath. Jiyong stares straight ahead and shrugs.
“I’m normal,” he says in reply and Seunghyun laughs.
“No, you’re not.” There’s a bit of shuffling and accidental touching and then Seunghyun has Jiyong in a headlock, forcefully pulling Jiyong’s head to his chest. “Liar, liar,” he sings and Jiyong pushes, futile, with palms against shoulders.
“Agh, enough, enough,” he squirms, mood lightening under Seunghyun’s booming laughter. He’s released soon after they’ve already caught the attention of nearly every PD in the room, but he still can’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face.
“Good now?” Seunghyun chuckles as Jiyong punches him lightly in the arm.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he says. “But, geez, doesn’t it seem like we’ve forgotten something?” He stares expectantly up at the older boy, waiting for that one phrase he’d been listening for that entire morning, but Seunghyun just stands up, ruffles his hair and says something about how he shouldn’t worry about Daesung so much, he’ll be fine, and walks away.
Jiyong scowls in disappointment before they’re once again driven off to their next location. He vows not to speak to anybody until they say it, keeping his lips shut even when Seungri starts spurting lies to the backstage workers yet again.
They get home around one in the morning. Their manager tells them to get some sleep, closing and locking his door almost immediately after he steps inside, and the other members follow suit. Jiyong sits on the couch, watching as each member travels back and forth between their room and the bathroom until almost every single door is shut. Youngbae stands at the top of the stairs and tilts his head questioningly at Jiyong.
“Aren’t you going to bed?” he asks. Jiyong shrugs. “You should go to bed.” He stands there for a few more seconds before shaking his head and slipping into his own shared room. Jiyong can hear Suengri mumble something and there’s a bit of squeaking mattresses and sighs released in unison before it all goes quiet.
Jiyong glares at the wood floor, curling his legs underneath him.
“Is it really that hard to say happy birthday?” he spits out moodily, shuffling further down into the cushions until his head is laying against he armrest. He waits for a few more minutes, watching for maybe an opening of a door or some sort of sign that one of the members was just joking; that they’ll come out with a cake and candles and sing him happy birthday and, yeah, they’re sorry they didn’t say anything before because they wanted it to be a surprise.
Jiyong falls asleep to the ticking of the wall-clock. No one comes out of their bedroom.
There is a soft padding of feet heard when Jiyong wakes up. He blinks drearily at the clock, frowning in confusion when he sees that it reads one forty-five. He doesn’t remember going to sleep with a blanket over him, but he’s warm and comfortable with one draped over him anyway. He drags himself into a sitting position, listening to the steady pitter-pattering of footsteps that he swears he can still hear and winces as the door to the kitchen is thrown open, light flooding into the living room. He falls backward and throws an arm over his eyes, hoping that whoever it is that’s walking around at this ungodly hour will give him some peace and quiet. He deserves that at least.
The light disappears, but the footsteps only come closer until Jiyong finds himself staring at the plaid patterns of a pair of pajama pants.
“Sorry.” The person kneels down in front of Jiyong, face leveling with his own. It’s Seunghyun, black hood drawn up over his head. Jiyong scrunches up his face in disappointment when Seunghyun makes no move as to do anything else and attempts to turn away. Seunghyun grabs his shoulder and stops him from doing so.
“Look, either let me go to sleep or tell me why you’re here. Jesus. I’m tired as fuck and-”
“Happy birthday.”
Jiyong stops mid sentence. Seunghyun is holding out a card along with a cupcake and if it wasn’t three in the morning and if he wasn't doped up on sleep, Jiyong swears he would have teased him mercilessly over the cheesiness of everything. Instead he flushes red and smiles shakily, taking the items, as he whispers incredulously, “You remembered.”
Seunghyun scrubs at his face with the palm of his hand, laughing quietly. “I told the guys not to do anything until tomorrow because. Well. I thought we could do something tonight.” He rocks back on his heels. “You know. Just. Just you and me. But I didn’t expect you to fall asleep so soon, and. Man, I don’t. Shit. I’m sorry.”
There’s a sort of pause there in which Seunghyun starts to groan in embarrassment, mumbling something like, “I knew I should have just stuck with the original breakfast-in-bed plan,” while Jiyong grabs a hold of Seunghyun’s shirt collar and drags him forward into a kiss, cutting off anything else the other boy might have had to say.
Seunghyun relaxes quickly into it, weaving one hand into Jiyong’s hair as the he grabs the other boy’s shoulder to steady himself. It’s short and tastes like sleep and morning breath and Jiyong grins stupidly into Seunghyun’s lips, happiness almost overwhelming.
“Happy birthday,” Seunghyun says once more after they’ve pulled apart. Jiyong smirks, biting into the cupcake.
“I’m still going to give you all shit for this tomorrow,” he says matter-of-fact like. “Just so you know.” And they laugh a little, giddy and sleep-deprived, and pass out on the couch where Youngbae finds them the next morning, legs intertwined underneath the blanket.
(“You really shouldn’t sleep out here,” Youngbae scolds.
Jiyong precedes to throw a pillow at him.
“Shut up, mom.”)
As requested by xbigbangx; a 'happy birthday GD' fic. Sorry for not being able to fit a lot of the side-pairings in here, but I hope this is good enough anyway. :P
Also. Uh, of course they wouldn't forget GD's birthday. (Cutest thing ever, ngl.) Lol. Wonder what they all did for him this year. What with all of the copyright shit going down, I doubt it's been a very happy b-day.
jiyong/seunghyun, romance
Jiyong wakes up at six thirty-seven.
“Good morning,” his manager says from the couch as he walks through the living room and into the kitchen. Seungri is sitting at the table with a mug of hot chocolate, seemingly still asleep as he leans his chin into his palm, elbow resting against the table. Jiyong takes up the seat to his left and steals a few sips of his hot chocolate, taking a few more as Seungri begins to curse at him for it.
“Good morning, Ri. Sleep well?” It’s mocking and a little bit hoarse as Jiyong’s still half-asleep also, but Seungri smiles through the haze in his eyes and laughs.
“Stupid,” he says.
Youngbae is the next to wake up. Like the rest of them, he’s still in his pajamas, cotton pants sagging as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. He sits across from Jiyong, frowning when he notices that Jiyong hasn’t eaten yet.
“You should eat something,” he pushes, nudging his bowl forward. Jiyong scoffs and pushes it back.
“Not hungry,” he says and rolls his eyes. “Mom,” he adds, just to piss Youngbae off.
They sit in almost-silence for a few minutes save for the crinkling of pages coming from the other room where their manager is still reading the morning’s newspaper. Jiyong slumps forward in a fit of dramatics, throws his arms out across the table as Youngbae saves his cereal by lifting it up out of harm's way.
“Mommy,” he whines, “I’m sleepy.” He grins all sly and cheshire like and Youngbae smacks him upside the head, standing up to dispose of his bowl of cereal. He rinses it down the sink before going to stand behind Seungri - who is still, at this point, half-asleep - and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, rubbing circles into Seungri’s shirt. “Let’s go lay down in the living room. You look tired.”
Jiyong watches them with blurry eyes, sighing when they disappear from view altogether, and turns his face into the crook of his arm.
“Aren’t you all forgetting something?” he laughs sardonically, low and tinged with sleep.
And then Seunghyun wakes up, ambles into the living room to talk with the manager before they all go change and shove themselves into the company van where they’re shipped off to their first meeting of the day.
Jiyong stays silent the entire ride with his face pressed to the window.
“Smile for the camera.”
Jiyong grabs Youngbae’s arm and pulls him closer, chin on shoulder.
“Feels empty without Daesung,” he says. Youngbae doesn’t reply, exactly, but he’s not pushing Jiyong away like he usually does, and Jiyong takes what he can get.
They finish within a few hours and water bottles are handed out along with a change of clothes for their next bit of scheduling. Jiyong collapses onto the couch, teasing one of the make-up artists who blushes and giggles under his attention, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table.
“Don’t be mean,” Seunghun grins as he drops down next to Jiyong. Their thighs touch as the oldest moves closer and Jiyong suddenly forgets how to breath.
“Yeah, sorry,” he flashes a smile at the girl and stops talking altogether. Seunghyun stares at him strangely, jostling his shoulder playfully in order to regain his attention.
“You alright?” he asks under his breath. Jiyong stares straight ahead and shrugs.
“I’m normal,” he says in reply and Seunghyun laughs.
“No, you’re not.” There’s a bit of shuffling and accidental touching and then Seunghyun has Jiyong in a headlock, forcefully pulling Jiyong’s head to his chest. “Liar, liar,” he sings and Jiyong pushes, futile, with palms against shoulders.
“Agh, enough, enough,” he squirms, mood lightening under Seunghyun’s booming laughter. He’s released soon after they’ve already caught the attention of nearly every PD in the room, but he still can’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face.
“Good now?” Seunghyun chuckles as Jiyong punches him lightly in the arm.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he says. “But, geez, doesn’t it seem like we’ve forgotten something?” He stares expectantly up at the older boy, waiting for that one phrase he’d been listening for that entire morning, but Seunghyun just stands up, ruffles his hair and says something about how he shouldn’t worry about Daesung so much, he’ll be fine, and walks away.
Jiyong scowls in disappointment before they’re once again driven off to their next location. He vows not to speak to anybody until they say it, keeping his lips shut even when Seungri starts spurting lies to the backstage workers yet again.
They get home around one in the morning. Their manager tells them to get some sleep, closing and locking his door almost immediately after he steps inside, and the other members follow suit. Jiyong sits on the couch, watching as each member travels back and forth between their room and the bathroom until almost every single door is shut. Youngbae stands at the top of the stairs and tilts his head questioningly at Jiyong.
“Aren’t you going to bed?” he asks. Jiyong shrugs. “You should go to bed.” He stands there for a few more seconds before shaking his head and slipping into his own shared room. Jiyong can hear Suengri mumble something and there’s a bit of squeaking mattresses and sighs released in unison before it all goes quiet.
Jiyong glares at the wood floor, curling his legs underneath him.
“Is it really that hard to say happy birthday?” he spits out moodily, shuffling further down into the cushions until his head is laying against he armrest. He waits for a few more minutes, watching for maybe an opening of a door or some sort of sign that one of the members was just joking; that they’ll come out with a cake and candles and sing him happy birthday and, yeah, they’re sorry they didn’t say anything before because they wanted it to be a surprise.
Jiyong falls asleep to the ticking of the wall-clock. No one comes out of their bedroom.
There is a soft padding of feet heard when Jiyong wakes up. He blinks drearily at the clock, frowning in confusion when he sees that it reads one forty-five. He doesn’t remember going to sleep with a blanket over him, but he’s warm and comfortable with one draped over him anyway. He drags himself into a sitting position, listening to the steady pitter-pattering of footsteps that he swears he can still hear and winces as the door to the kitchen is thrown open, light flooding into the living room. He falls backward and throws an arm over his eyes, hoping that whoever it is that’s walking around at this ungodly hour will give him some peace and quiet. He deserves that at least.
The light disappears, but the footsteps only come closer until Jiyong finds himself staring at the plaid patterns of a pair of pajama pants.
“Sorry.” The person kneels down in front of Jiyong, face leveling with his own. It’s Seunghyun, black hood drawn up over his head. Jiyong scrunches up his face in disappointment when Seunghyun makes no move as to do anything else and attempts to turn away. Seunghyun grabs his shoulder and stops him from doing so.
“Look, either let me go to sleep or tell me why you’re here. Jesus. I’m tired as fuck and-”
“Happy birthday.”
Jiyong stops mid sentence. Seunghyun is holding out a card along with a cupcake and if it wasn’t three in the morning and if he wasn't doped up on sleep, Jiyong swears he would have teased him mercilessly over the cheesiness of everything. Instead he flushes red and smiles shakily, taking the items, as he whispers incredulously, “You remembered.”
Seunghyun scrubs at his face with the palm of his hand, laughing quietly. “I told the guys not to do anything until tomorrow because. Well. I thought we could do something tonight.” He rocks back on his heels. “You know. Just. Just you and me. But I didn’t expect you to fall asleep so soon, and. Man, I don’t. Shit. I’m sorry.”
There’s a sort of pause there in which Seunghyun starts to groan in embarrassment, mumbling something like, “I knew I should have just stuck with the original breakfast-in-bed plan,” while Jiyong grabs a hold of Seunghyun’s shirt collar and drags him forward into a kiss, cutting off anything else the other boy might have had to say.
Seunghyun relaxes quickly into it, weaving one hand into Jiyong’s hair as the he grabs the other boy’s shoulder to steady himself. It’s short and tastes like sleep and morning breath and Jiyong grins stupidly into Seunghyun’s lips, happiness almost overwhelming.
“Happy birthday,” Seunghyun says once more after they’ve pulled apart. Jiyong smirks, biting into the cupcake.
“I’m still going to give you all shit for this tomorrow,” he says matter-of-fact like. “Just so you know.” And they laugh a little, giddy and sleep-deprived, and pass out on the couch where Youngbae finds them the next morning, legs intertwined underneath the blanket.
(“You really shouldn’t sleep out here,” Youngbae scolds.
Jiyong precedes to throw a pillow at him.
“Shut up, mom.”)
As requested by xbigbangx; a 'happy birthday GD' fic. Sorry for not being able to fit a lot of the side-pairings in here, but I hope this is good enough anyway. :P
Also. Uh, of course they wouldn't forget GD's birthday. (Cutest thing ever, ngl.) Lol. Wonder what they all did for him this year. What with all of the copyright shit going down, I doubt it's been a very happy b-day.