Big Bang; TOP/GD; Awkward Gayness Makes the World Go Around
Title: Awkward Gayness Makes the World Go Around
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: TOP/G-Dragon
Word count: 1,772
Rating: R for language
Summary: The real reason people turn gay? Haru Haru and leather trousers.
A/N: I don’t know Big Bang ;_____; For meitachi, who wanted it for her birthday which was...a while ago, but whatever, and also for broken_home_ because I love her.
This has the potential to be awkward. Actually, fuck that, it is awkward. Very awkward, but not in a we have to be very close and probably will look gay kind of way like last time, but in a are you aware of how fucking hot you look dressed like that? kind of a way.
Awkward.
"This is awkward," says Youngbae bluntly. Jiyong glares at him. "No, seriously," says Youngbae. "Why is no one talking?"
"We are talking," says Jiyong forcefully. "This is talking. Isn't this talking?"
"We're talking now," says Seungri. "We weren't talking before."
"Huh," says Jiyong, and goes back to watching Seunghyun filming his scene for their MV.
He blames Seunghyun. Really, he does. Well, actually, he blames the fucking script writers who came up with the fucking plot for the fucking Haru Haru MV. Without them, he supposes, they would never have had to act totally gay around each other, and now Jiyong wouldn't be feeling totally gay around Seunghyun. But he also blames Seunghyun, because Seunghyun is tall and handsome and looks far too good in eyeliner for his own health. Or Jiyong's health, for that matter, because it's probably going to make him ill, all this thinking about Seunghyun.
Getting up close and person - well, they weren't going to able to do it without some sort of a consequence. However, Jiyong had thought - okay, hoped - that all that would happen would be that one of them snapped and said, "OKAY STOP BEING SO GAY," and punched the other. That was what he hoped. However, at this point in time, Jiyong should really have realised that what he hoped to get and what he actually got were two very different things.
What he’d hoped for was some sort of recognition that what they had been forced to do in Haru Haru had been quite gay, and then they would have been able to crack a joke and it would have been over and they could have gotten on with it. Unfortunately, Seunghyun didn’t even notice that he was close enough to kiss Jiyong if he had so felt like it, and so Jiyong was left feeling rather strange about the whole thing.
Either Seunghyun was incapable of feeling embarrassment - unlikely, but some of their fashion choices begged to differ - or - and suddenly this made sense, this was what was happening - Seunghyun knew what he was doing! Somehow, this entire thing was being orchestrated by Seunghyun, to make Jiyong totally gay for him. How, he wasn’t sure, but the gaps could be filled in with the actual details later, surely. Though magic probably worked. Why else would Jiyong be unable to tear his eyes away from the leather skin tight against Seunghyun’s legs?
“Hey, does Seunghyun know how to cast spells?” he asks, and Seungri and Youngbae exchange glances.
***
“Hyung,” says Daesung. “I’m not sure that Seunghyun-hyung will be entirely comfortable with you staring at him like that.”
“I’m not staring at him,” says Jiyong, and glares at Daesung.
“Um, okay,” says Daesung.
Jiyong goes back to staring.
***
“I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know magic,” says Daesung, half an hour later.
“What would you know?” says Jiyong. “You thought I was staring.”
***
“I just don’t think it’s very fair,” says Jiyong. “I mean, Seunghyun gets to wander about in leather and flirt with pretty girls, whereas I’m all tied up.”
“It’s got nothing to do with your personalities, if that’s what you think,” says their manager, a little nervously.
“Well, of course not,” says Jiyong dismissively. “Because if that was the case, Seunghyun would be a playboy and I’d be a crazy person.”
The manager laughs nervously.
“I think they’re trying to tell you something,” says a voice behind him, and then Seunghyun is grinning at him, black leather and smug smirk and smoky eyeliner. Something jumps in Jiyong’s stomach.
“Yeah, well,” he begins, but can’t think of how to go on. His mind has gone horrifically blank at the way the leather fits around Seunghyun’s hips. “Yeah. Well.” Seunghyun raises an eyebrow in expectation. “Fuck you,” says Jiyong, and has to put up with the laughter that inevitably follows.
“Our leader has such a way with words,” says Seunghyun playfully.
“You’re a crap hyung,” says Jiyong, and scowls when Seunghyun just raises the other eyebrow at him. “No, seriously. Stop making fun of me and help me with this costume.”
“It can’t be that difficult,” says Seunghyun. “Look, you’ve just got to work out which way the sleeves go.”
The way that the sleeves go is across Jiyong’s front, tying at the back; with his hands actually in them, there is no way that he would be able to fasten it at the back. He is just about to call one of the stylist noonas over to help him, when Seunghyun says, “Here, I’ll help you,” and reaches around Jiyong’s body to fasten them.
“Um.” Jiyong’s face is squashed against Seunghyun’s chest, and all he can think of to say is um. Really, he wishes that someone would just come along and shoot him now. He struggles a little, and then Seunghyun is finished and steps away and looks at him with a frown.
“You didn’t have to stand like that,” says Jiyong, a little pathetically. “You could have gone around and tied them behind me.”
“I know,” says Seunghyun with a grin, and saunters off. He is still black leather and smug smirk and smoky eyeliner, but now he has an arrogant swing in his step.
Jiyong stares.
***
“Okay, so he can’t cast spells,” says Jiyong to Seungri. “That was rather stupid. But he is totally a playboy, right? That explains it, right?”
“Hyung,” says Seungri patiently. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“That makes two of us,” says Jiyong sadly.
***
Jiyong lies sprawled out on one of the chairs in the trailer that stands outside the warehouse where they have - finally - finished filming for the MV. He is still in his make up and video outfit, and really, he couldn’t give a damn, because he has been awake for eighteen hours, doing take after take after fucking take, and all he wants to do is lie there for the rest of the day, possibly week, and sleep until he can forget the ache in his bones, and the grin that Seunghyun graced him with earlier on.
“You’ll get a crick in your neck, sitting like that,” says Seunghyun’s voice.
“Nngh,” says Jiyong, and waves at him with a hand and keeps his eyes closed.
“You should at least take your make up off.”
“Fuck off,” mutters Jiyong discontentedly, and swings his legs up onto the other side of the sofa and shifts so that his face is now pressed into the back of the cushion.
There is complete silence for a couple of minutes, but Jiyong knows that Seunghyun is still there, because there wasn’t the creak of the metal door swinging open and closed again; he screws his eyes shut and curses under his breath over and over again, because fuck, I was able to sleep before you came in, you bastard.
“Your hair,” says Seunghyun. “I know we all laughed at you, but it actually looks really cool.”
Jiyong tries to say, “Of course,” but it is muffled against the sofa and so comes out as an unintelligent moan. If it doesn’t get across smugness, then he at least hopes that it gets across tiredness.
“Really cool,” continues Seunghyun. “Really, like - fuck, Jiyong, are you going to look at me when I do this, or am I going to have to flounder on like a girl?”
Flounder on thinks Jiyong, because he doesn’t know where Seunghyun might be going with this. He gives another moan and rolls over and almost falls off the sofa and on top of Seunghyun, who is actually hunkered down next to him.
“Shit!” he says, and jumps, and does fall off the sofa this time, straight onto Seunghyun, who makes a noise of great surprise and falls onto his back, but manages to do nothing because Jiyong immediately rolls back off him and scrambles to his feet and attempts to make a quick escape because, fuck, awkward.
Seunghyun, however, is quicker than he looks, and he gets to his feet at the same rate that Jiyong manages it and reaches out and takes hold of him around the wrist and holds him on the spot. Jiyong glares at him; Seunghyun looks carefully. After a minute, Jiyong cracks.
“Stop being so fucking gay-” he says, and then Seunghyun kisses him.
When he pulls away, he looks nervous and uncertain, which is a strange thing to see on Seunghyun’s face; Jiyong probably looks like he’s just been hit over the head with a baseball bat, and that’s not such a strange thing to see on Jiyong’s face. He sort of opens his mouth and then makes a choking sound and closes it again.
“Fuck,” says Seunghyun. “Fuck, did I read the signals wrong? God, this is going to be so awkward, we can just pretend it never happened if you want to-”
“Shut the hell up,” says Jiyong. “Are you aware of how gay you’ve made me, it’s like being back at high school, seriously.”
“It was all that standing too close,” says Seunghyun, pulling him a little closer by the wrist that he still holds in his hand. “It was like, this is awkward, wait, he has really nice eyes, and then I was that little boy in the playground who pulls on the pigtails of the girls that he likes.”
Jiyong kisses him, hands pulling at the material at his waist, as Seunghyun’s fingers leave his wrist and travel to the tops of his arms, teeth clashing slightly as Jiyong pushes up on the balls of his feet to get closer.
“You’re too tall,” he gasps, and he’s fairly certain now that his perfectly styled hair is now all over the place. “Legs are too long. Fucking leather, the stylists hate me.”
“Seungri mentioned,” says Seunghyun, words coming through between sharp, hard kisses. “Magic. Like, what the fuck? Straight jacket suits you.”
***
“MAGNAE,” screams Jiyong, banging on Seungri’s door loudly, no doubt waking all the other band mates and everyone else who lived on that level, but not caring in the slightest. “MAGNAE, OPEN THIS DOOR. I SWEAR I WON’T HURT YOU.”
“HYUNG,” shouts Seungri. “YOUNGBAE-HYUNG SAID I SHOULD TELL HIM.”
“FUCKING TRAITOR,” shouts Youngbae, and then there is the sound of another door locking.
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: TOP/G-Dragon
Word count: 1,772
Rating: R for language
Summary: The real reason people turn gay? Haru Haru and leather trousers.
A/N: I don’t know Big Bang ;_____; For meitachi, who wanted it for her birthday which was...a while ago, but whatever, and also for broken_home_ because I love her.
This has the potential to be awkward. Actually, fuck that, it is awkward. Very awkward, but not in a we have to be very close and probably will look gay kind of way like last time, but in a are you aware of how fucking hot you look dressed like that? kind of a way.
Awkward.
"This is awkward," says Youngbae bluntly. Jiyong glares at him. "No, seriously," says Youngbae. "Why is no one talking?"
"We are talking," says Jiyong forcefully. "This is talking. Isn't this talking?"
"We're talking now," says Seungri. "We weren't talking before."
"Huh," says Jiyong, and goes back to watching Seunghyun filming his scene for their MV.
He blames Seunghyun. Really, he does. Well, actually, he blames the fucking script writers who came up with the fucking plot for the fucking Haru Haru MV. Without them, he supposes, they would never have had to act totally gay around each other, and now Jiyong wouldn't be feeling totally gay around Seunghyun. But he also blames Seunghyun, because Seunghyun is tall and handsome and looks far too good in eyeliner for his own health. Or Jiyong's health, for that matter, because it's probably going to make him ill, all this thinking about Seunghyun.
Getting up close and person - well, they weren't going to able to do it without some sort of a consequence. However, Jiyong had thought - okay, hoped - that all that would happen would be that one of them snapped and said, "OKAY STOP BEING SO GAY," and punched the other. That was what he hoped. However, at this point in time, Jiyong should really have realised that what he hoped to get and what he actually got were two very different things.
What he’d hoped for was some sort of recognition that what they had been forced to do in Haru Haru had been quite gay, and then they would have been able to crack a joke and it would have been over and they could have gotten on with it. Unfortunately, Seunghyun didn’t even notice that he was close enough to kiss Jiyong if he had so felt like it, and so Jiyong was left feeling rather strange about the whole thing.
Either Seunghyun was incapable of feeling embarrassment - unlikely, but some of their fashion choices begged to differ - or - and suddenly this made sense, this was what was happening - Seunghyun knew what he was doing! Somehow, this entire thing was being orchestrated by Seunghyun, to make Jiyong totally gay for him. How, he wasn’t sure, but the gaps could be filled in with the actual details later, surely. Though magic probably worked. Why else would Jiyong be unable to tear his eyes away from the leather skin tight against Seunghyun’s legs?
“Hey, does Seunghyun know how to cast spells?” he asks, and Seungri and Youngbae exchange glances.
***
“Hyung,” says Daesung. “I’m not sure that Seunghyun-hyung will be entirely comfortable with you staring at him like that.”
“I’m not staring at him,” says Jiyong, and glares at Daesung.
“Um, okay,” says Daesung.
Jiyong goes back to staring.
***
“I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know magic,” says Daesung, half an hour later.
“What would you know?” says Jiyong. “You thought I was staring.”
***
“I just don’t think it’s very fair,” says Jiyong. “I mean, Seunghyun gets to wander about in leather and flirt with pretty girls, whereas I’m all tied up.”
“It’s got nothing to do with your personalities, if that’s what you think,” says their manager, a little nervously.
“Well, of course not,” says Jiyong dismissively. “Because if that was the case, Seunghyun would be a playboy and I’d be a crazy person.”
The manager laughs nervously.
“I think they’re trying to tell you something,” says a voice behind him, and then Seunghyun is grinning at him, black leather and smug smirk and smoky eyeliner. Something jumps in Jiyong’s stomach.
“Yeah, well,” he begins, but can’t think of how to go on. His mind has gone horrifically blank at the way the leather fits around Seunghyun’s hips. “Yeah. Well.” Seunghyun raises an eyebrow in expectation. “Fuck you,” says Jiyong, and has to put up with the laughter that inevitably follows.
“Our leader has such a way with words,” says Seunghyun playfully.
“You’re a crap hyung,” says Jiyong, and scowls when Seunghyun just raises the other eyebrow at him. “No, seriously. Stop making fun of me and help me with this costume.”
“It can’t be that difficult,” says Seunghyun. “Look, you’ve just got to work out which way the sleeves go.”
The way that the sleeves go is across Jiyong’s front, tying at the back; with his hands actually in them, there is no way that he would be able to fasten it at the back. He is just about to call one of the stylist noonas over to help him, when Seunghyun says, “Here, I’ll help you,” and reaches around Jiyong’s body to fasten them.
“Um.” Jiyong’s face is squashed against Seunghyun’s chest, and all he can think of to say is um. Really, he wishes that someone would just come along and shoot him now. He struggles a little, and then Seunghyun is finished and steps away and looks at him with a frown.
“You didn’t have to stand like that,” says Jiyong, a little pathetically. “You could have gone around and tied them behind me.”
“I know,” says Seunghyun with a grin, and saunters off. He is still black leather and smug smirk and smoky eyeliner, but now he has an arrogant swing in his step.
Jiyong stares.
***
“Okay, so he can’t cast spells,” says Jiyong to Seungri. “That was rather stupid. But he is totally a playboy, right? That explains it, right?”
“Hyung,” says Seungri patiently. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“That makes two of us,” says Jiyong sadly.
***
Jiyong lies sprawled out on one of the chairs in the trailer that stands outside the warehouse where they have - finally - finished filming for the MV. He is still in his make up and video outfit, and really, he couldn’t give a damn, because he has been awake for eighteen hours, doing take after take after fucking take, and all he wants to do is lie there for the rest of the day, possibly week, and sleep until he can forget the ache in his bones, and the grin that Seunghyun graced him with earlier on.
“You’ll get a crick in your neck, sitting like that,” says Seunghyun’s voice.
“Nngh,” says Jiyong, and waves at him with a hand and keeps his eyes closed.
“You should at least take your make up off.”
“Fuck off,” mutters Jiyong discontentedly, and swings his legs up onto the other side of the sofa and shifts so that his face is now pressed into the back of the cushion.
There is complete silence for a couple of minutes, but Jiyong knows that Seunghyun is still there, because there wasn’t the creak of the metal door swinging open and closed again; he screws his eyes shut and curses under his breath over and over again, because fuck, I was able to sleep before you came in, you bastard.
“Your hair,” says Seunghyun. “I know we all laughed at you, but it actually looks really cool.”
Jiyong tries to say, “Of course,” but it is muffled against the sofa and so comes out as an unintelligent moan. If it doesn’t get across smugness, then he at least hopes that it gets across tiredness.
“Really cool,” continues Seunghyun. “Really, like - fuck, Jiyong, are you going to look at me when I do this, or am I going to have to flounder on like a girl?”
Flounder on thinks Jiyong, because he doesn’t know where Seunghyun might be going with this. He gives another moan and rolls over and almost falls off the sofa and on top of Seunghyun, who is actually hunkered down next to him.
“Shit!” he says, and jumps, and does fall off the sofa this time, straight onto Seunghyun, who makes a noise of great surprise and falls onto his back, but manages to do nothing because Jiyong immediately rolls back off him and scrambles to his feet and attempts to make a quick escape because, fuck, awkward.
Seunghyun, however, is quicker than he looks, and he gets to his feet at the same rate that Jiyong manages it and reaches out and takes hold of him around the wrist and holds him on the spot. Jiyong glares at him; Seunghyun looks carefully. After a minute, Jiyong cracks.
“Stop being so fucking gay-” he says, and then Seunghyun kisses him.
When he pulls away, he looks nervous and uncertain, which is a strange thing to see on Seunghyun’s face; Jiyong probably looks like he’s just been hit over the head with a baseball bat, and that’s not such a strange thing to see on Jiyong’s face. He sort of opens his mouth and then makes a choking sound and closes it again.
“Fuck,” says Seunghyun. “Fuck, did I read the signals wrong? God, this is going to be so awkward, we can just pretend it never happened if you want to-”
“Shut the hell up,” says Jiyong. “Are you aware of how gay you’ve made me, it’s like being back at high school, seriously.”
“It was all that standing too close,” says Seunghyun, pulling him a little closer by the wrist that he still holds in his hand. “It was like, this is awkward, wait, he has really nice eyes, and then I was that little boy in the playground who pulls on the pigtails of the girls that he likes.”
Jiyong kisses him, hands pulling at the material at his waist, as Seunghyun’s fingers leave his wrist and travel to the tops of his arms, teeth clashing slightly as Jiyong pushes up on the balls of his feet to get closer.
“You’re too tall,” he gasps, and he’s fairly certain now that his perfectly styled hair is now all over the place. “Legs are too long. Fucking leather, the stylists hate me.”
“Seungri mentioned,” says Seunghyun, words coming through between sharp, hard kisses. “Magic. Like, what the fuck? Straight jacket suits you.”
***
“MAGNAE,” screams Jiyong, banging on Seungri’s door loudly, no doubt waking all the other band mates and everyone else who lived on that level, but not caring in the slightest. “MAGNAE, OPEN THIS DOOR. I SWEAR I WON’T HURT YOU.”
“HYUNG,” shouts Seungri. “YOUNGBAE-HYUNG SAID I SHOULD TELL HIM.”
“FUCKING TRAITOR,” shouts Youngbae, and then there is the sound of another door locking.