[FIC] Perfect Love Song
Title: Perfect Love Song
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seungri can get used to this, to the slow burn of hearing the lyrics he has written get fitted and refitted to music he has composed.
AN: For parodying because she filled my request! Kaaaraaa baby! I hope this is okay. I suppose it's appropriate to post this now as this is about Seungri's comeback and album. Pleasedontkillmewithyourawesomeifyoudonotlikeitenough.
Seungri can get used to this, to the slow burn of hearing the lyrics he has written get fitted and refitted to music he has composed. It’s a different kind of high. It’s different from choreographing dance moves to songs he has never quite understood the meaning half of the time. This is more intense, more personal, more intimate. The words he’s stringed together to create thoughts and the notes he’s mixed to get that perfect beat - Seungri hears them come together over and over again in perfect harmony and it scares him. He feels the power vibrate through the speakers and it’s addicting. He thinks he’s finally beginning to understand Jiyong’s many sleepless nights filled with coffee and bad poetry.
I’ll love you a thousand ways
If I could, I would
I’ll love you a million times
If you’ll let me, I would
I’ll love you in every possible way
If only, I would
Jiyong knows that look. He’s seen it in the mirror too many times to not know. It’s a familiar sight, the wild eyes and the small mischievous smile, the hurried look and the slight shake of the hands. Seungri laughs and Jiyong is sure. He’s heard this before. He’s been down this road himself and he knows what it’s like. Jiyong approaches and casually puts a hand to touch Seungri’s arm How are you? and Jiyong feels it. He feels the steady thrum of electricity under his fingertips. Seungri is alive with musicmusicmusic and Jiyong is unsure if the dull ache in his chest is jealousy or worry.
Maybe, baby, the world won’t notice
And we can get away with our little secret
The stars will be our only witnesses
Like a perfect love story
With a perfect happy ending
Because we deserve this, we deserve this
Seungri sees it but he pretends that he doesn’t. He has already lost count on how many times he has ignored every little thing that Jiyong does or Jiyong says. Seungri has already given up and has stopped reading between the lines. Sometimes, the lines are straight and the distinctions between everything are clear. However, most of the times, Jiyong pushes every limit possible and blurs every line visible. It’s exhausting. It tires Seungri to think of what Jiyong could have possible meant with that smile or that touch or that statement or that look. Seungri is 20, not 12 and he’s so over this guessing game where the only thing he has ever won is a truckload more of questions. It’s not fair.
Can we skip forward to forever?
Where I can hold you in my arms
And never let go, never have to let you go
Can we fast forward to infinity?
Where I am yours and the world is perfect
No monsters to hurt us, no nightmares to break us
Jiyong blames Seungri for all of this shit. He isn’t confused. He has never been confused. He isn’t undergoing some sexualslashidentity crisis and he most certainly is not questioning his past choices (done over or currently running). Jiyong has said this a million times before, a million ways possible - Seungri is Seungri. That simple concept of Seungri being himself, of Seungri being nothing more or less than who he is, explains everything in this world. It explains every rush, every blush and every single blinding smile. It answers every question ever asked and it makes sense. It makes perfect sense to Jiyong that it surprises him when people would raise their eyebrows and whisper. Why? Jiyong would like to know.
They can laugh all they want
They can try to hurt us with their words
Stab us with their pens
But we’re better
We’re stronger
We’ve got us and that’s all that matters
Seungri has done his fair share of stepping in and out of shoes (his or whoever’s) and he doesn’t like it. Because then he sees what the others are seeing and he cannot help but wish that it were all true. He can’t help but feel this undeniable regret and unbelievable longing because he knows, he knows that the moment he steps back in as himself, everything he’s seen is all so very painfully platonic. It’s the only logical explanation for every single time that Jiyong wraps an arm around him (waist or shoulder). Seungri reasons that it’s all for the camera flashes and it burns. It burns and it hurts. It chars his skin and he hopes it scars just so he can trace with his fingertips what Jiyong has done - mark him with smiles and little white lies.
But I understand if you want to stay this way
I understand if the world wants to keep us apart
I’ll look from afar
Love you through this distance
I’ll hold you in my lyrics
Dance with you, sing to you
Jiyong has tried to forget. Oh, he has. Believe him, he has. He’s tried but everything he does always brings him back to where he’s started - Seungri. Jiyong has long come to the conclusion that it’s that infuriating way Seungri carries himself, the way he drives off affection from anybody else not brave enough to risk their sanity. And Jiyong has risked everything, literally everything, by throwing away any pre-conceived notions he may have had as a trainee (fanservice is fanservice, fanservice is fanservice, kiss everyone in the group, fanservice is fanservice). He’s traded a pairing he has already invested so much on for this one stupid kid who couldn’t even really sing that well. It was all so wrong. Jiyong hated him and cursed him and wanted him off the group and ohgod Jiyong was so stupid. Seungri may be Victory but Lee Seunghyun at 15 was so young and imperfect. It was never right and Jiyong likes it that way.
And if you really are to go
And leave me all alone
I hope you remember me
That we existed side by side
That at one point in time we were perfect
Perfectly imperfect but together
Seungri will be writing more songs. He’ll write a hundred more songs and choreograph every single one of them. He’ll create an empire of confidence where he’ll have allies who appreciate him and love him for everything he has achieved and has failed to achieve. He’ll break records and he’ll soar. People will hate on him (like they always do). They’ll scoff at his ambitions and mock him for his aspirations. The reporters will write spectacular articles of his failed attempts at being amazing and he’ll cry (oh, he will) but the hate won’t stop him. The power, this indescribable power of writing your own songs, of putting your own thoughts and feelings into music sheets and lyrical beats - it’s intoxicating. If only he knew before, Seungri would have already told Jiyong everything through a song.
I know you’re born to soar
You’re born to break free and fly
But I love you
Doesn’t that count for something?
Because hyung, I do
I love you so much that I’m writing this stupid song to tell you
Jiyong knows how hard it is to have people expect so much from you. You give them your all but they keep on wanting more. Jiyong is worried that Seungri, this seemingly invincible kid with the confidence of a 6 year old, will soon find out how hurtful it is to know how all your efforts can be taken for granted by people that you only ever wanted to please. Jiyong’s afraid that Seungri will read comments left by insensitive people criticizing his dancing, laughing at his singing and accusing him of plagiarizing (what have they even achieved when they were 20?) And what if - what if someone tellshimtogoandcommitsuicideohgodno. Jiyong is strong but even he broke down. And Seungri -
“I’ll live.”
“Look, all I’m saying is-“
“Hyung, look up at those stars.”
“Those sta- what?”
“Hyung, look. See those stars twinkling up there for us? Pretty, right? But do you know that there are billions more of stars that we aren’t seeing right now? Billions, hyung! Billions! But they’re out there, somewhere. I don’t care about them though. Because the only ones that matter to me are these pretty stars that I can see.”
“God-“
“Hyung, if billions hate us, who cares? At least a few thousands love us enough to light up our night.”
One. Two. Jiyong forgets to breathe.
Seungri smiles and Jiyong kisses him.
It’s not perfect but it’s slow and sweet. It’s 5 years worth of pent up emotions, untold secrets and a million risks in between. It’s not perfect but it’s real. It’s real and nothing else matters.
“I love you.”
“I never thought that you actually do.”
“I love you. Idiot. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.”
Seungri’s smile widens and Jiyong watches as the kid reaches in his coat pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper covered in messy handwriting. Seungri looks away as he hands Jiyong the paper.
“What is this?
Seungri laughs and it fills the night sky with a wonderful lullaby.
“The perfect love song, hyung. Future song of the year. And I wrote it for you.”
AN: Ah. I love these kids. Haven't been writing for so long. /hides
Pairing: G-Ri
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seungri can get used to this, to the slow burn of hearing the lyrics he has written get fitted and refitted to music he has composed.
AN: For parodying because she filled my request! Kaaaraaa baby! I hope this is okay. I suppose it's appropriate to post this now as this is about Seungri's comeback and album. Pleasedontkillmewithyourawesomeifyoudonotlikeitenough.
Seungri can get used to this, to the slow burn of hearing the lyrics he has written get fitted and refitted to music he has composed. It’s a different kind of high. It’s different from choreographing dance moves to songs he has never quite understood the meaning half of the time. This is more intense, more personal, more intimate. The words he’s stringed together to create thoughts and the notes he’s mixed to get that perfect beat - Seungri hears them come together over and over again in perfect harmony and it scares him. He feels the power vibrate through the speakers and it’s addicting. He thinks he’s finally beginning to understand Jiyong’s many sleepless nights filled with coffee and bad poetry.
I’ll love you a thousand ways
If I could, I would
I’ll love you a million times
If you’ll let me, I would
I’ll love you in every possible way
If only, I would
Jiyong knows that look. He’s seen it in the mirror too many times to not know. It’s a familiar sight, the wild eyes and the small mischievous smile, the hurried look and the slight shake of the hands. Seungri laughs and Jiyong is sure. He’s heard this before. He’s been down this road himself and he knows what it’s like. Jiyong approaches and casually puts a hand to touch Seungri’s arm How are you? and Jiyong feels it. He feels the steady thrum of electricity under his fingertips. Seungri is alive with musicmusicmusic and Jiyong is unsure if the dull ache in his chest is jealousy or worry.
Maybe, baby, the world won’t notice
And we can get away with our little secret
The stars will be our only witnesses
Like a perfect love story
With a perfect happy ending
Because we deserve this, we deserve this
Seungri sees it but he pretends that he doesn’t. He has already lost count on how many times he has ignored every little thing that Jiyong does or Jiyong says. Seungri has already given up and has stopped reading between the lines. Sometimes, the lines are straight and the distinctions between everything are clear. However, most of the times, Jiyong pushes every limit possible and blurs every line visible. It’s exhausting. It tires Seungri to think of what Jiyong could have possible meant with that smile or that touch or that statement or that look. Seungri is 20, not 12 and he’s so over this guessing game where the only thing he has ever won is a truckload more of questions. It’s not fair.
Can we skip forward to forever?
Where I can hold you in my arms
And never let go, never have to let you go
Can we fast forward to infinity?
Where I am yours and the world is perfect
No monsters to hurt us, no nightmares to break us
Jiyong blames Seungri for all of this shit. He isn’t confused. He has never been confused. He isn’t undergoing some sexualslashidentity crisis and he most certainly is not questioning his past choices (done over or currently running). Jiyong has said this a million times before, a million ways possible - Seungri is Seungri. That simple concept of Seungri being himself, of Seungri being nothing more or less than who he is, explains everything in this world. It explains every rush, every blush and every single blinding smile. It answers every question ever asked and it makes sense. It makes perfect sense to Jiyong that it surprises him when people would raise their eyebrows and whisper. Why? Jiyong would like to know.
They can laugh all they want
They can try to hurt us with their words
Stab us with their pens
But we’re better
We’re stronger
We’ve got us and that’s all that matters
Seungri has done his fair share of stepping in and out of shoes (his or whoever’s) and he doesn’t like it. Because then he sees what the others are seeing and he cannot help but wish that it were all true. He can’t help but feel this undeniable regret and unbelievable longing because he knows, he knows that the moment he steps back in as himself, everything he’s seen is all so very painfully platonic. It’s the only logical explanation for every single time that Jiyong wraps an arm around him (waist or shoulder). Seungri reasons that it’s all for the camera flashes and it burns. It burns and it hurts. It chars his skin and he hopes it scars just so he can trace with his fingertips what Jiyong has done - mark him with smiles and little white lies.
But I understand if you want to stay this way
I understand if the world wants to keep us apart
I’ll look from afar
Love you through this distance
I’ll hold you in my lyrics
Dance with you, sing to you
Jiyong has tried to forget. Oh, he has. Believe him, he has. He’s tried but everything he does always brings him back to where he’s started - Seungri. Jiyong has long come to the conclusion that it’s that infuriating way Seungri carries himself, the way he drives off affection from anybody else not brave enough to risk their sanity. And Jiyong has risked everything, literally everything, by throwing away any pre-conceived notions he may have had as a trainee (fanservice is fanservice, fanservice is fanservice, kiss everyone in the group, fanservice is fanservice). He’s traded a pairing he has already invested so much on for this one stupid kid who couldn’t even really sing that well. It was all so wrong. Jiyong hated him and cursed him and wanted him off the group and ohgod Jiyong was so stupid. Seungri may be Victory but Lee Seunghyun at 15 was so young and imperfect. It was never right and Jiyong likes it that way.
And if you really are to go
And leave me all alone
I hope you remember me
That we existed side by side
That at one point in time we were perfect
Perfectly imperfect but together
Seungri will be writing more songs. He’ll write a hundred more songs and choreograph every single one of them. He’ll create an empire of confidence where he’ll have allies who appreciate him and love him for everything he has achieved and has failed to achieve. He’ll break records and he’ll soar. People will hate on him (like they always do). They’ll scoff at his ambitions and mock him for his aspirations. The reporters will write spectacular articles of his failed attempts at being amazing and he’ll cry (oh, he will) but the hate won’t stop him. The power, this indescribable power of writing your own songs, of putting your own thoughts and feelings into music sheets and lyrical beats - it’s intoxicating. If only he knew before, Seungri would have already told Jiyong everything through a song.
I know you’re born to soar
You’re born to break free and fly
But I love you
Doesn’t that count for something?
Because hyung, I do
I love you so much that I’m writing this stupid song to tell you
Jiyong knows how hard it is to have people expect so much from you. You give them your all but they keep on wanting more. Jiyong is worried that Seungri, this seemingly invincible kid with the confidence of a 6 year old, will soon find out how hurtful it is to know how all your efforts can be taken for granted by people that you only ever wanted to please. Jiyong’s afraid that Seungri will read comments left by insensitive people criticizing his dancing, laughing at his singing and accusing him of plagiarizing (what have they even achieved when they were 20?) And what if - what if someone tellshimtogoandcommitsuicideohgodno. Jiyong is strong but even he broke down. And Seungri -
“I’ll live.”
“Look, all I’m saying is-“
“Hyung, look up at those stars.”
“Those sta- what?”
“Hyung, look. See those stars twinkling up there for us? Pretty, right? But do you know that there are billions more of stars that we aren’t seeing right now? Billions, hyung! Billions! But they’re out there, somewhere. I don’t care about them though. Because the only ones that matter to me are these pretty stars that I can see.”
“God-“
“Hyung, if billions hate us, who cares? At least a few thousands love us enough to light up our night.”
One. Two. Jiyong forgets to breathe.
Seungri smiles and Jiyong kisses him.
It’s not perfect but it’s slow and sweet. It’s 5 years worth of pent up emotions, untold secrets and a million risks in between. It’s not perfect but it’s real. It’s real and nothing else matters.
“I love you.”
“I never thought that you actually do.”
“I love you. Idiot. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.”
Seungri’s smile widens and Jiyong watches as the kid reaches in his coat pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper covered in messy handwriting. Seungri looks away as he hands Jiyong the paper.
“What is this?
Seungri laughs and it fills the night sky with a wonderful lullaby.
“The perfect love song, hyung. Future song of the year. And I wrote it for you.”
AN: Ah. I love these kids. Haven't been writing for so long. /hides