drabble #002
Pairing: G-Dragon/OC
Rating: PG-13
Prompts: club, drunk, sadness
Word Count: 779 words
For the third night in a row, Kwon Jiyong is one of many patrons in the clubs that dominate Seoul’s nightlife. Not even he can truly pinpoint when it had come to this. Drinking, partying and hooking up with random girls as means to forget about you. The clubs have become a haven; the thumping bass overpowers his internal screams of loneliness and the alcohol drowns out his sorrows. Only when he’s in these clubs can he lose himself, pretend that he is a man no longer plagued by heartache.
It’s ironic that he runs to parties and alcohol for solace when it was his addiction to those things that drove you away in the first place. You’d fully accepted Jiyong’s idol life; from the schedules and the traveling to the fans, you realized that that all came with the man you’d chosen to love. With that in mind, you could overlook it all. What you couldn’t overlook was the partying. Before you’d come along, it had been an integral part of his life and you knew that. But, when you agreed to be his girlfriend, you hoped things would change, that he would change for you.
But, in the end, the change never came. He did try to stop, but he couldn’t reject the bliss of being intoxicated and partying without any inhibitions. For him, it’s an much-needed escape from the pressures of being famous. When Jiyong’s drunk, he’s another person: loud, crude and impossibly sexual. He has no control over his behavior nor does he want to; drunk Jiyong never thinks, he just does.
Despite all that, you stayed. You disregarded the late nights and the overpowering smell of alcohol and cigarettes when he did finally show up. You overlooked the constant hangovers and fights because you loved him that much. You were willing to accept him as he was, no matter what.
But, it soon got to the point where your love just wasn’t enough. You slowly began to realize that inebriated Jiyong had no attachments nor did he have commitments. The name __________ meant little to nothing as far as he was concerned. The stories about the other women he’d been with came pouring in. From the media, from the fans, from your own friends. You were heartbroken and humiliated and that was the last straw.
Even now, as he sits at the bar, Jiyong thinks about the day you left. How much he’d pleaded with you to stay, promising that he was going to change. But, he could see in your eyes that you were fed up and that nothing would change your mind. You had had enough damage done to your heart and he knew that it was all his fault that things had come to this.
“Hi there.”
A voice breaking into his thoughts, Jiyong looks up from his drink to see a girl seductively standing next to him. He gives her an acknowledging nod and motions to the seat next to his. As she sits, his eyes sweep over her body, taking in the curvaceous frame squeezed into a tight black dress that left little to the imagination.
“You alone, handsome,” she purrs, resting her arm suggestively on his thigh.
He cocks his eyebrow curiously. “And if I am, beautiful?” He replies, biting unconsciously on his bottom lip as he eyes her.
She leans in close and presses a kiss to his ear. “Then, I’d be more than happy to keep you company,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against his earlobe with each word.
He pulls back to look at her and feels a wave of disgust sweep over him. Surprisingly most of it is directed not at her, but himself. She, like all the other girls he slept with as of late, is only there for the sex. To be able to identify another notch in their headboard with Big Bang’s now infamous leader G-Dragon. Yet here he is, about to willingly sleep with her just to push away his pain and sadness for a few measly hours.
“Come on,” he grunts, taking her hand and tugging her towards to the private rooms in the back. In a way, Jiyong is glad that you left him. As far as he’s concerned, you are a princess and you deserve to be cherished as such. A man like him doesn’t deserve you; he’d come to terms with that long ago. But, that doesn’t stop the desire to love and be loved by you. It does little to curb the incessant longing. Even as he indulges in yet another bout of meaningless and primal sex, his heart longs for you and only you.
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Rating: PG-13
Prompts: club, drunk, sadness
Word Count: 779 words
For the third night in a row, Kwon Jiyong is one of many patrons in the clubs that dominate Seoul’s nightlife. Not even he can truly pinpoint when it had come to this. Drinking, partying and hooking up with random girls as means to forget about you. The clubs have become a haven; the thumping bass overpowers his internal screams of loneliness and the alcohol drowns out his sorrows. Only when he’s in these clubs can he lose himself, pretend that he is a man no longer plagued by heartache.
It’s ironic that he runs to parties and alcohol for solace when it was his addiction to those things that drove you away in the first place. You’d fully accepted Jiyong’s idol life; from the schedules and the traveling to the fans, you realized that that all came with the man you’d chosen to love. With that in mind, you could overlook it all. What you couldn’t overlook was the partying. Before you’d come along, it had been an integral part of his life and you knew that. But, when you agreed to be his girlfriend, you hoped things would change, that he would change for you.
But, in the end, the change never came. He did try to stop, but he couldn’t reject the bliss of being intoxicated and partying without any inhibitions. For him, it’s an much-needed escape from the pressures of being famous. When Jiyong’s drunk, he’s another person: loud, crude and impossibly sexual. He has no control over his behavior nor does he want to; drunk Jiyong never thinks, he just does.
Despite all that, you stayed. You disregarded the late nights and the overpowering smell of alcohol and cigarettes when he did finally show up. You overlooked the constant hangovers and fights because you loved him that much. You were willing to accept him as he was, no matter what.
But, it soon got to the point where your love just wasn’t enough. You slowly began to realize that inebriated Jiyong had no attachments nor did he have commitments. The name __________ meant little to nothing as far as he was concerned. The stories about the other women he’d been with came pouring in. From the media, from the fans, from your own friends. You were heartbroken and humiliated and that was the last straw.
Even now, as he sits at the bar, Jiyong thinks about the day you left. How much he’d pleaded with you to stay, promising that he was going to change. But, he could see in your eyes that you were fed up and that nothing would change your mind. You had had enough damage done to your heart and he knew that it was all his fault that things had come to this.
“Hi there.”
A voice breaking into his thoughts, Jiyong looks up from his drink to see a girl seductively standing next to him. He gives her an acknowledging nod and motions to the seat next to his. As she sits, his eyes sweep over her body, taking in the curvaceous frame squeezed into a tight black dress that left little to the imagination.
“You alone, handsome,” she purrs, resting her arm suggestively on his thigh.
He cocks his eyebrow curiously. “And if I am, beautiful?” He replies, biting unconsciously on his bottom lip as he eyes her.
She leans in close and presses a kiss to his ear. “Then, I’d be more than happy to keep you company,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against his earlobe with each word.
He pulls back to look at her and feels a wave of disgust sweep over him. Surprisingly most of it is directed not at her, but himself. She, like all the other girls he slept with as of late, is only there for the sex. To be able to identify another notch in their headboard with Big Bang’s now infamous leader G-Dragon. Yet here he is, about to willingly sleep with her just to push away his pain and sadness for a few measly hours.
“Come on,” he grunts, taking her hand and tugging her towards to the private rooms in the back. In a way, Jiyong is glad that you left him. As far as he’s concerned, you are a princess and you deserve to be cherished as such. A man like him doesn’t deserve you; he’d come to terms with that long ago. But, that doesn’t stop the desire to love and be loved by you. It does little to curb the incessant longing. Even as he indulges in yet another bout of meaningless and primal sex, his heart longs for you and only you.
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