Strong Baby
Seunghyun feels like he shouldn’t be there. Feels like there isn’t a need to.
Honestly, its not like he wants to either. It seems quite dismal to see the magnae, run around, practise hard for this solo he’s preparing, and film some redundant cliché of him turning into a man. Or this is some likely, useless cover-up to how Seunghyun really feels.
Seunghyun is bland and unresponsive the rest of the members filing in through the door. They walk in groggy and slightly angry (at him) for some reason. He practically straightens up when Seungri drags himself in, nothing less than weary and tired, and maybe a little hurt.
Seunghyun almost gulps at the prickly heated glares that are adverted his way. The most obvious being Jiyong, sprawled on the table, eyes narrowed and scolding, and Seunghyun doesn’t know why.
--
Seunghyun doesn’t understand but says, “I’ll try” late that night, TV blaring in the darkness and the younger fidgets (almost cheerfully) on the couch unsure what to do next.
Seunghyun thinks it might of took all of Seungri’s courage just to invite him on the second day of the filming. By the way he his smile just filters his face…he’s sure.
Seunghyun’s not much of a supporter, maybe internally but he just can’t see himself shouting and clapping other than when the camera’s on him.
But Seungri looked at him pleadingly and he’s confused. Because he thought that with Jiyong there it’s enough for him. Hell with Youngbae and Daesung, Seungri should be content. But then he has the actual need to ask (beg) Seunghyun to come along.
Seunghyun goes along with it because he’s not the impolite type to turn down offers, when really he wants to. Seunghyun would tag along to things regardless he was invited; people didn’t seem to be bothered by it either.
Maybe its because Seungri knows this, he’s deemed as unimportant. That’s a far cry from Seunghyun’s real reason.
Seungri scrawls off the couch, departing awkwardly with a “Thanks Hyung” and “Goodnight”
**
Seunghyun casually walks through the set; so far people are too busy to notice him. He earns a few knowing and surprised glances but they ignore him, people swerving around him in a flurry.
In a turn of a glance he sees the magnae. He observes the way his eyes scan the room with vague hopelessness on his face. When their gazes meet Seunghyun actually feels guilty.
It’s the way the younger’s eyes practically brighten and the corner of his lips twirling in a grin that shouts he’d been anticipating his arrival a lot more than he expected.
Seunghyun looks around aimlessly when the younger abruptly halts in front of him arms open for a hug, then later puts them down when he realises this is Seunghyun & Seungri, not Seungri and Jiyong.
Seungri hands rub at his nape, the flourish of his smile trying to hide.
“You came…”
“Well, I said I’d try…and now im here.”
Seunghyun stills
“Im really, glad though”
“What?”
“That you came” Seunghyun feels his heart skip a beat when Seungri looks up with that stomach-churning grin of his.
Seunghyun says nothing for a while, afraid that he might sputter in his current stupor of stupidity.
“Well…I gotta go, -uh makeup and yeah…” Seungri grins, walking away.
--
Even after a blur of momments pass he still finds himself rooted to the spot, trying hard to clear the thoughts and feelings he supposedly got rid of months ago.
It’s not good for them to resurface now, especially when the next month will be nothing short of the magnae.
Seunghyun forces his haze to will clear when a loud ordering voice pierces through his thoughts. The director suddenly starts to call out for Seungri.
Seunghyun almost gets a whiplash when he double takes too fast. His throat suddenly becomes dry, eyes seemingly glued to the youngest.
He looks strapping in black pants, underwear peeking. White shirt unbuttoned exposing the most fucking delicious abs he’s seen in his life. Only when the younger waves at him, he obliges to stop ogling.
Only until now does he realise there’s a bed placed in the middle of the set.
Seungri runs his hands over the wavy satin sheets and waits patiently for direction.
Oh fuck. Seunghyun thinks, after regaining his common sense. He just had to come on the day with the bed scene.
Seunghyun walks over where the director is perched imperturbable on his chair. The director turns at the sudden presence and gives a warm smile when Seunghyun bows deeply.
“Ah, Top-sshi. You’ve come to support your band member?”
Seunghyun hums in response, nodding politely.
“Well, take a seat.”
Blankly staring at the director offering a seat, producers look up from where they sit around the joint of television screens.
It’s a deniably willing yet opposing offer. The idea of getting an upper hand view of what Seungri will do on the bed stirs in his abdomen, and that’s not something he wants to be thinking about right now.
And Seunghyun feels like a giant pervert.
He could say the same for everyone else watching but they probably don’t have a personal, semi- on and off crush on him.
Seunghyun nods in credit, takes a seat next to a producer he decides. Because he’s not the impolite type to turn down offers when given, decides that not some lecherous excuse either.
He feels excitement well in his stomach, but his exterior settles for a calm and supportive smile instead.
“Okay lets shoot the singles first!” “And action!”
Seunghyun turns silent concentrating as it starts slowly, creeping up from under the bed. The view is unfocused and blurry, but he can see Seungri figure. It starts to writhe and squirm and Seunghyun’s body suddenly decides to stop breathing. He tries his hardest to ignore the palpitating tension growing his groin, but oh god-
Seungri squeezes a fistful of sheets in his palm, and Seunghyun mind is on overload.
His mouth hangs slightly open and he inwardly mourns the diminishing fade of his self-control. Has he ever seen anything sexier than this in his hormonal lifetime?
This is torture. What is this place? A torment hostel?
It had to be, forced to watch something as arousing and lustful and couldn’t do a thing about it.
The older man doesn’t know exactly what anymore, to look at the screen or not. Maybe leave right now and spend some ‘alone time’ in the bathroom. Torture. Especially the director incisive will to keep re-shooting from every angle until they got a perfect shot. He feels pathetic to be so turned on by something that might not even be considered porn.
“Okay cut!”
He eases a breath through his nose, relieved and maybe just a tiny, tiny bit disappointed that the shooting was over.
Makeup artist run on set and fix whatever they need and the older man is quite confused.
“Bring in the actress,” “Remember the kissing scene.”
Seunghyun freezes, rewinds that sentence and replays it over and over in his head until its clear. He turns in his seat when a tall, pretty model walks in, the same one from there last farewell filming. Suddenly the stirring tension in his groin stops. Pushes its way up further from his abdomen and to his chest.
Seungri narrows his eyes at the camera nervous gaze informing.
“Don’t worry about it. Just, uh- imagine your kissing someone you like”
Seungri eyes relax and stares into the camera with a determined look on his face and nods.
“Okay ready? And action!”
The music starts and the actress walks towards him hips swaying in a seductive manner. Illustrates how she slowly leans against an ear and mouths the words to the song. The camera follows up with a glorious view of his abs, and the wave and pull of his finger as the actress straddles his lap. It all becomes unbearable to watch.
There’s a weird and painful constricting in his chest and Seunghyun hates it. Balling his fist tighter because he’s angry and frustrated at himself, for being so jealous.
The feelings swell up, watching as the two touch, feel, and neck at each other furiously, barely lip to lip contact but enough to be sensual and aggravating. Seunghyun stands up in his seat and makes a turn to leave, descending presence un-noticed
**
He comes home earlier than he’s supposed to and the members make a note of that when he walks in, their gazes questioning and full of worry. But he just ignores them all storming off into his room jealousy and anger still in toll.
**
“Hyung…why’d you leave early today?”
Seunghyun looks at Seungri apathetically and shrugs. Seungri nervously chuckles “I need more than a shrug hyung-”
“Well, what if there’s nothing to say?”
The living room drops into silence, Daesung eyes darting around the room. Seungri clears his throat, head down cast.
"A-Are you saying it was bad?” voice trembling.
Seunghyun shrugs uncaringly
“Hey!” Jiyong cuts in angrily.
“I-its all right hyung” Seungri strains and the leader slouch back in his seat.
Seungri looks up with this sad and faint smile ghosting it lips “That’s all I needed to know…” he watches the younger walk away and it makes Seunghyun squirm uncomfortably.
Seunghyun conjures the most un-affected expression on his face despite feeling like absolute shit on the inside.
**
The past two weeks drag slowly, like dead weight. Everyone is more hectic and stressful than usual and he knows it’s his entire fault.
Jiyong is a bitching mess; Daesung is an overworked comedian, Taeyang’s a full time mom to the youngest…and Seungri is just…
Jiyong complains and whines, and they’re feral hints in his grievance that it’s played off phony and fake. Almost something like
Why is Seungri so tired now a days? He always dozes off on my shoulder..It’s annoying. Especially when they turn numb, and why is it always so boring and quiet now? Or why am I complaining so much? It was peculiar and a concealed way of showing his concern for the youngest, with some vengeful torture for all this happening.
Daesung tries too many gags. He’s constantly testing his comedic skits to lift the mood. Before it was natural to do them, but they come around more forced and limitless, it became a duty rather than a play.
Taeyang is more sensitive, pestering, caring all rolled into one. He comforts Seungri like an annoying, meddling mother that noses herself into his son business to get the assurance that everything fine. He hangs around the kid like a lost puppy, one who constantly reassuring that he’s someone to rely on and can talk with, because he’s too nice to scold Seunghyun and is too busy worry about Seungri to give Seunghyun a beating.
Seungri is a confusing mix and mess. He frowns when he’s suppose to smile, smiles when he’ suppose to frown. It’s distressing, especially his lack of want for attention.
They would ask how his day went during dinner, he used to ramble on for ages about his day, cocky and all but now he just has this sore emotion on his face with cold one-worded answers like “Nothing” or “Fine”
**
“Apologize”
Seunghyun stills and tenses at the leader’s voice.
“What?”
Jiyong droops crossing his pale thin arms against his chest “You heard me, apologize”
“…To who?” he tests.
Jiyong sighs, “Don’t fuck with me. Im sick and tired of this bullshit. Just go to Seungri and say sorry.” The fleeting glances between the two, the sexual tension it was getting too played out.
“Why should I apologize?”
“-I didn’t do anything” lie. “I don’t know what he’s so bothered about” lie. “So there’s no reason to say sorry” lie.
Lie.lie.lie. Their all lies and Jiyong can see right through them but he still plays through it because he’s a stubborn and prideful idiot that doesn’t know shit about confrontation.
“He’s a fucking miserable mess…all of us are too, I bet we all look like shit. Im tired of his silent moping, and your hungry longing and everything is just all a bit fucked up.”
“But-”
“Shut up, go an apologize. This I’ve-loved-him-since-forever-but-I-don’t-know-what-to-do thing has been going on for too long.”
**
Seunghyun paces nervously, pondering on whether to just barge in or knock, or slip a note underneath-
“Hyung…”
Seunghyun freezes all at once when Seungri’s door flies open, Seungri hair tousled and eyes wide and dark. He looks breathtaking and he wishes that none of this was happening and that…that
“You’ve been pacing around my door for like half and hour, it was getting kinda annoying (not really)… so what do you want?”
There’s a flat tone and iciness in his voice and it makes Seunghyun’s stature sink, he actually considers gnawing on his bottom lip if it wasn’t so out of character…
“Uh…Can we, No- I mean-”
Seungri drawls a sigh before stretching his door wide open “Come in”
Seunghyun saunters into the room closing the door behind himself and doesn’t move an inch closer to where Seungri’s spread eagle wide on the bed.
A silence hangs in the air before Seungri breaks it “So…what do you want?”
Seunghyun says nothing for a while admiring the rise and fall of the younger’s chest.
“Hyung?”
“Oh um…”
“I just wanted to-uh, it was that- no I just…” Seunghyun knits his brows at his stupid mumbling, feeling annoyed and flustered. “…Ugh”
“Im, Sorry!” the sentence comes out harsh and angry than what was intended.
Seunghyun flings the bedroom door open fleeting the room as if it was on fire. He runs before he can see the pained expression on the younger face.
**
Seungri had gotten worse.
He’s distant, quiet and cheerless.
He avoids Seunghyun at all costs, stands up and moves somewhere else when the older is within a 100 metre radius
And it hurts.
**
“…We, need to talk..”
“To talk about wha-”
“Why are you avoiding me? I said sorry didn’t I?”
The magnae’s head lolls downcast, his weight shifting foot to foot
“I…Thought that, things could you know go back to normal” Seunghyun’s voice immensely softened “So why are you still-”
“I Just. Well Jiyong told me that he made you apologize. A-and you were so angry and frustrated when you said it, so I just assumed that you were annoyed by me a-and that you h-hated me-”
Seunghyun gapes wide eye shocked that Seungri thought that he was angry at him not the other way around.
“…I don’t know anymore-”
There’s a thick silence when lips are pressed against each other, hard and searing.
Seungri tenses in shock, but indulges in the wet warmth that is Seunghyun’s mouth. Seunghyun arms loop around his hips, when his own wrap around the back of his neck. They pull away short of breath everything seeming like a blur.
“…Hyung?”
“Im Sorry. Im sorry. Im a thousand times sorry.”
“The reason was because I was jealous of that girl in your music video, and I suck at apologies…a-and I like you a lot maybe even- No, I know I love you so-”
Seunghyun sucks a deep breath, annoyed for mumbling again.
“…Im sorry, and I love you.”
“I kinda figured” Seungri says grinning, Seunghyun cant help but mimic the other’s grin, the cocky little magnae he had missed so much.
“I love you too…”
“I figured,”
Seunghyun swallows hard when Seungri fingers idly hook at the waist of his pants, the younger fidgeting impatiently.
“My bedroom or yours?”
“Yours” Seunghyun breathes and chews on his bottom lip when he gets a glorious view of Seungri’s ass swaying down the hallway.
Because he’s not the impolite type to turn down offers.
a/n: SMUT HERE