Title: Sweet but not like Cotton Candy
Pairing: G-Ri (G-dragon/Seungri)
Author:
oxygenlove
Summary: Love is Strange Like Breathing But not quite
Contains: (1)Love is (2)Strange (3)Like Breathing (4)But not quite
AN: Here are the drabbles I wrote for the wonderful people who guessed correctly on what the
AGREEMENT was for the
DRABBLES I posted last week. These are for
paper_parasols ijiified earenya_beryl jemnise I ♥ you
NOTES: It's really strange because these fics are a departure from my style. Ji and Ri's characters are also different from my earlier works and it's really fun writing with prompts. One is longer than the other, one is sillier, one is fluffier and one uses excessive formatting but it's secretly my baby. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them. :)
1.
ijiified LOVE IS
"What? Are you insane?"
Love is sweet, like you. Like the stars that are twinkling in your eyes, you're shining. Shining in this stage that we stand on, brighter than the sun. The sun that can't even compare to your vibrant heat that melts hearts, that melted my heart.
"Hyung, I like you."
And love is bitter, like pure chocolate. Like the moon that doesn't glow without the sun. The sun that doesn't stop on shining but will one day die down. Down down down this stage we stand on, you hurt me.
"You'll grow out of it, Maknae."
And love is also damn shit fuck hell. It breaks hearts, steps on pride, confuses minds and makes human beings commit suicide. Suicide like tying a rope to you and following you everywhere, listening to everything you say, watching everything you do, making you breathe me, making you like me. Oh yes. You will.
"You'll fall for me hard. One day, you will, hyung, one day you will."
Love is persistent. Like victory. Like not giving up. Like never saying never and to hell with quitting. Touch touch touch hug kiss hug kiss thump thump augh yes more need more kiss more? yes no please no more.
"Seung- seungri- what- are- you- doing- here- in- my- room- what- mmm.. more... oh oh... did - you- lock- the- oh um, door?"
And love is stupid. Nonsense. Like not understanding but believing. Like believing and not doubting. Like not doubting even without proof. Love is like that. Stupid.
"Here. I bought this. Just, I thought it would like, you know, look good on you. Here. Oh! Do you want me to put it on you. Hm, here, turn around so I can put it around your neck. Ah, uhm, you smell nice."
Love is weird and ironic. Like left but still right. Like right but still wrong. Like up and yet it's down. Like down and yet it's flying, soaring and damn it don't let go.
"Hyung! What are you doing here? Daesung hyung will wake up. Uhg. Hyung! Not now, hyung!"
Love is losing control. Like letting go of the handles and lifting your feet from the pedal and shouting I'm freeeee~~~~
"Hyung, what happened to it's all just a phase? I thought you said my feelings will die down eventually. And yet here you are, begging me to move in to your room and abandon poor old Daesung hyung in that big room of his."
Love is also swallowing everything you've previously said. Like pretending you didn't care, like pretending you don't care. Like pretending you're not looking when he sings, looking when he laughs, looking when he- just simply stands there and exist.
"Well, I like you too, Maknae. Now will you please move in to my room? I hate that big teddy bear already! I WANT MY PANDA!"
Yes, love is strange.
"G-dragon-shi, the fans are asking why there isn't any more fanservice with you and Seungri? What happened to NyongTory?"
"NyongTory? Well, It became real, so yeah."
And oh! Love is just giving in or giving up and to hell with all these stupid definitions and descriptions.
"See, hyung? I told you so."
2.
earenya_beryl STRANGE
You didn't really want to drink it. Especially not because Daesung and Hyung were snickering. But Youngbae looked so serious, looked really concerned as he held the glass full of clear white liquid to you.
"It's not poison, Jiyongah." He said. And you take a small sip. It tastes like water. "See? You're still alive. Now, drink it all up. We're going out for the night so stay here and do not even try to leave."
You know you shouldn't have taken Youngbae's acting skills for granted. But you did and now, here you are, feeling dizzy and sick. What the hell did they give you? So you lay there on the couch, thinking thinking what it could be and your mind wanders to things like 'it could be something to make me feel aroused! or really sick! or maybe it really is poison!'. Soon your head is hurting more than ever because of that damn drink (from thinking too much) and you almost don't care when the door opens and footsteps begin to make their way down the hall.
"Hyung! I thought you guys went out?" It's Seungri. He just went back from the recording studio and is wearing that shirt you bought last week. He looks really good in it.
"I'm sick." He looks at you and you can see his face loom in above yours on the couch, peering down on your eyes which are feeling a little too hot to be open. You close them. But not before you notice how handsome he looks up close.
"You do look sick. Want me to make you something delicious? Want do you want to eat, hyung?" He goes to the kitchen, opening the fridge and rummaging inside, his butt sticking out from outside the door. Tease.
"You're wearing my jeans." He is. And his ass looks good in them. Too good.
"It looks good on me." He mumbles from behind the door, still looking for something to feed you.
"Yeah, it does." He chuckles and you try to do so too but your face won't cooperate and it feels heavy now.
"So what do you want to eat, hyung?" He emerges from the fridge, bringing out the kimchi container and placing it on the counter.
"You." You say without thinking and he laughs.
"What's with you today, hyung?" He's cutting the kimchi in parts.
"I don't know. Youngbae and Daesung with Hyung gave me this drink. I think it makes people honest. I don't know." You shrug and he shrugs. "Whatever. So how about it. Do I get to eat you tonight?"
"Do you want me raw or medium rare?" He asks playing along, smiling his little grin. He's placing some kimchi in a pot, adding oil and turning on the stove.
"Raw and naked." You tell him and he blushes, his fingers missing the spoon he's trying to get. "Now."
"Hyung." He says softly and your head is spinning like crazy and you're sure it's that damn drink. But he still looks gorgeous standing on the kitchen room floor, cooking you something. "I'm making kimchi chige. Raw and naked Seungri's been sold out. Too many fangirls ordering it nowadays."
"I guess it's my fault. I wrote that song, afterall." You say truthfully, a hint of regret in your voice.
"Yeah, you turned my image to sexy." He's stirring the pan, adding two cups of water.
"You've always been sexy to begin with." He raises an eyebrow. You should really stop it with this honesty crap.
"I know." He says with certainty. Confident kid. Really admirable confidence.
"I like you." The words rolling off your tongue easily. All of sudden.
"I know." He says and you don't notice the small victorious smile on his lips. He began closing the lid and washing his hands, drying them and walking towards you.
"You do?" He sits next to you on he couch, pulling you and making you rest your head on his lap.
"Yeah." He smiles as you snuggle to him comfortably, your mind still spinning. It's all that damn drink's fault.
"Oh. So, how about you?" You ask him, not really nervous. If he says no, you can just blame it on the drink later.
"Me? "He says, thoughtful.
"Yeah, do you, you know-" like me too.
"Yeah, me too. I guess."
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"So, how'd it go?" Youngbae asks Seungri beside you on the bed. You pretend you're still sleeping.
"According to plan." Seungri softly says. "What did you guys give him anyway?"
"Water."
Oh, the power of suggestion. Damn them. Seungri included.
3.
paper_parasols LIKE BREATHING
01
The music's already finished but you're still staring at Kwon Jiyong. He looks so handsome up there, so confident and so at home, waving his hands to the many fans infront of the stage.
"Thanks, guys!"
He steps down the stage, beaming his smile that makes all the girls swoon (also one certain boy's heart swoon), into the throng of students waiting for him on the stairs and you want to reach out to him, want to shake his hands too.
02
How can he be so talented? He can dance, sing, draw, paint, write! He's so cool too and popular that the whole school's inlove with him. But those aren't the reason why you like Kwon Jiyong (class 3-A, straight A student, student council president). No. You like him because of how he curses when he's late for class, of how he smiles apologetically to you when his fans are hogging the space and you can't get to your locker (which is beside his), of how he gives you a candy everyday (which are all kept unopened in a jar by your bed), of how he -
There are millions of reasons for you to like him aside from his talents and you, Lee Seunghyun (class 1-C, so-so student, nobody) find one each day you see him; each morning when he says Hi! before homeroom, each afternoon when he smiles at you as you put books back into your locker and every Saturday when you see him in the local library and he asks you about school and about girls-
"So, dating yet?"
"Hyung! No!."
"I had a girlfriend when I was in first year so no need to deny it. It's okay. Is she pretty?"
And then he helps you find a book you've already read a thousand times (it's in aisle 4B) just because you want him to help you with anything, anything except maybe stop your heart from beating for him because no, thank you, you like feeling that way.
03
Your worlds don't collide but rather, they repel each other. And that's okay with your little heart. You're so used to being ignored and it's tiring trying to be known. It doesn't hurt that he ignores you when his fans are following him, when his group of 'cool' friends surround him during lunch. And it certainly doesn't hurt when he laughs at you get soaked by cola as a prank.
"There's your fanboy, Jiyong!"
And then they all laugh (including him) and you continue your way down the hallway like it's nothing. Like it's not killing your heart (and the hope he builds every Saturday) because seriously, it doesn't hurt any fucking much. Seriously.
04
What hurts though, is when you suddenly have to move. It's so sudden and unannounced that your Dad's being transferred to another city. And your parents are worried you'd be leaving school just before you finish 1st year. Only a couple more weeks, only a couple more days. Why not finish the term? How about your friends? You can stay with your aunt if you want, finish your highschool here but...
What they don't know is that there really aren't any friends you will be leaving behind, only Kwon Jiyong (who's your first love).
But Kwon Jiyong is Kwon Jiyong (class 3-A, straight A student, student council president) and you're just Lee Seunghyun (class 1-C, so-so student, nobody) and your worlds repel, do not collide. So maybe, this is destiny's way of keeping you safe from more hurt (and more cola pranks).
05
The waiting for your flight is taking too long. Why is it taking too long? It's almost nince o'clock already! Your mom, dad and sister are in the cafe for the Nth time because the flight's been delayed for the Nth time and you honestly can't take anymore croissants. But a candy would be nice.
Oh yeah!
You rummage in your bag, taking out the the jar of candy you'd been keeping safe. It's too precious to be put in a box so you placed it in your bag but now that you look at it, the lonely candies seem so meaningless. You didn't want to eat them then, the candies too important to be digested. But now you're moving (moving on?) and they need to be, maybe, digested (for good). Maybe, each time you eat one candy, your feelings for Kwon Jiyong (class 3-A, straight A student, stu- yeah yeah yeah, we get it) will slowly die.
06
The first candy is color green. Maybe it's mint? You open the wrapper carefully and take the candy, popping it in your mouth. It's mint.
"Uh, excuse me. Please throw your thrash in the garbage bin." A little piece of paper was being handed to you by a guard.
"Huh? I didn-"
"It fell from there." He points to the wrapper still in your hand.
"Oh. Sorry, sir."
You read the paper and it doesn't make sense. So you open the jar of candies once more because damn it this doesn't make sense. And you open all the candies and the candies are falling in the jar with a clang! clang! clang! and the wrappers are being kept in a small plastic bag and the small little pieces of papers are (damn them small little pieces of paper) are growing in a pile infront of you. And fuck it doesn't make sense at all. Seriously doesn't make any sen-
07
Hey, I'm Kwon Jiyong. You? /
Want to hang out this Saturday? /
Call me when you have the time. 01192839288. /
Sorry if I'm being weird, sending you these stuff. /
Are you mad? Since you don't really answer me. /
Thanks for last Saturday. I had fun. /
You're cute. /
That guy who poured cola on you? I punched him. /
Why do you ignore me when there are others around? /
Am I being a burden? /
I like Saturdays. /
Did you watch my performance in the auditorium? /
Do you want me to stop hanging out with my friends? I don't like them anyway. /
Sorry. Maybe, at least, just hang out with us? /
I'll give up popularity, just be my friend for real. /
.
.
.
.
.
I love you. I'll wait for you in the city library after school tomorrow. /
08
And it doesn't make any fucking sense. Still doesn't make any fucking damn sense. But you run to the cafe, say you need to go, Really, mom and Dad, I need to go, please. And you leave them eating their Nth croissant and you run to get a cab and you almost forget to tell where you need to go. Library! Library!
You run up the steps (two at a time) and you swing the door open and run run run. Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Aisle 4B.
He's there, sitting on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest and you had to wonder Is this really Kwon Jiyong (class 3-A, straight A student, student council president)?
"Hyung?" You approach him carefully, carefully.
"Seungri?" That's his nickname for you. He lifts his head, stares at you and a big grin of relief washes his face. "You came!"
"Hyung."
"I thought you wouldn't come. Really. I mean, I didn't see you in school today. So I was worried. And-"
"We're moving."
"-and I thought maybe you don't even read those notes I put in the candies and yeah- What?"
"I said, we're moving. That's why I'm not in school today. Nobody probably knows, I mean, I didn't say goodbye to anyone."
You see his grin slowly fade, the lights in his eyes slowly vanish and you hear a heart breaking (yours? his?).
"Oh. Oh. Uh. Yeah. You didn't tell me. I- I didn't know. Haha, uh, so, when are you moving?" He looks down at the floor, his right hand going inside his pocket, clenching.
"Today. Our flight's been delayed. And honestly, hyung, I don't really open the candies you gave me but I decided to try one today while waiting for our flight."
"Re-really?" He's still looking down, his clench getting tighter and you hear him choke.
"And luckily I opened them all tonight. You're sappy, for someone so cool."
"Seungri, I'm so so sorry. Really, I'm so-"
"Why are you saying sorry, hyung?" You ask him, walking towards him, measuring your steps, not too big, not too small.
"Because of- everything. I don't know. I mean, I give you those candies everyday and you clearly are just burdened and I'm still pestering you and I tell you that I love you and I'm beginning to think you hate me and you-"
"Okay, hyung, shut the fuck up." He looks up now and you see his eyes sparkling with almost tears. "Hyung, one, I didn't open the candies because they are precious to me. Two, I ignore you in school because I'm shy and intimidated by you. Three, I didn't tell you we're moving because I thought I am just nobody to you. Four, I rushed here, left my family in the airport just to see you. And five-" You breathe. "-five, I love you, too."
09
There are still so many questions between the two of you, still so many things needed to be cleared up, so many many things to talk about. But now, both of you are too busy being all over each other.
He's pinning you to the bookshelf, running his hand up and down your back, the other crushing your neck to him. And you're taking it all in, taking all the sensations in because you're greedy.
And he whispers in your ear Don't go Don't go Don't go Don't leave me Please stay Don't go
And you think your aunt will be pleased the extra room in her big house will have a new occupant from now on.
10
The librarian kicked you two out. It's embarassing, to say the least, but the euphoria is still present and both of you don't really care as you run out of the library and into the street, holding hands, laughing, free. The feeling un-nameable... just that it is like breathing in and out.
Like he's your own personal supply of oxygen.
4.
jemnise BUT NOT QUITE
He fell for you. But you're too busy being a star. You're too busy shining on stage, too busy hearing people scream your name G-Dragon! G-Dragon! G-Dragon!
"Snap out of it, kid! You're not going to go far if you let your heart get in the way!"
He's also busy, trying to be like you, trying to be equal to you. He's busy watching you, following you. He's busy admiring you. He's busy loving you.
"I'll one day be like you, hyung. One day, you'll see me, Seungri, right next to you, on the same stage and we'll be singing the same song."
You're also busy trying to make stars, trying to train them into becoming little mini G-Dragons (but not quite). Many people line up outside your building (GD Entertainment) and you're busy looking at their profiles, looking at their faces and looking at their distorted future that they're giving to your hands.
"I'm going to show you that technique again, okay, Seungri?"
He's also busy, training everyday, singing everyday, crying everyday and laughing at times. He watches the world pass him by, busy studying, researching on how to make people like him, on how to make Seungri the biggest star to ever hit the earth.
"Hyung, you should also rest. Want me to treat you to dinner?"
You're suddenly busy, not only eating dinner with him, but visiting his house, playing computer games with him. You're suddenly busy cooking dinner in his kitchen, learning from cookbooks and trying to recreate them on his plates. Also, you're busy trying not to fall for him. Really really fucking busy trying not to notice his smile and his eyes and his lips and his words and his dreams and his future. His future's so near.
"I knew you'd make it."
You fell for him (eventually). But he's too busy being a star now. He's too busy shining on stage, too busy hearing people scream his name Seungri! Seungri! Seungri!
"Hyung, sorry. I can't come over tonight. I've got this radio show and- hyung? hyung? hyung? Are you still there?"
Now you're too busy trying to push him out of your mind, trying your hardest to be busy with nothing but producing producing producing damn it! And no, you're not busy watching tv shows he's on, you're not busy stalking his fan cafes, you're not busy listening to his voice on your player singing love songs. No, you're most definitely not.
"I'm moving."
And you're busy trying to escape him and this stupid feelings you have for him. You're busy packing your bags. You're busy not answering the phone calls from your employees (ex-employees) and you're busy trying not to call Seungri because you don't want him to know you're leaving your heart behind with him. You're so busy you don't notice the door opening behind you. (Too busy to remember he knows the combination to your house lock.)
"Hyung."
He's busy walking towards you, pushing you on the wall, shouting at you, his hands gripping your shoulders. He's busy crying, tears streaming down his face. And he's busy kneeling on the floor infront of you, so busy breaking down when it should be you who's breaking apart.
"Seungri."
And suddenly you're busy kissing him, pushing him down on the floor. You're busy kissing him senseless as he kisses you back, as your hands travel down his back, removes his clothes, kisses him, love him, love him so much, yes! So much! Busy. Busy. Busy.
"Hyung, I still love you. Don't go. Don't leave me. I need you. We still have that stage we need to perform on, that song we need to sing together. Don't go, hyung."
He's busy tracing patterns of lazy circles on your arm, he's busy kissing your neck as the two of you lay on the cold wooden floor of your apartment. He's busy being there with you instead of in his concert tonight..
"But you're busy. And love doesn't have any space in a star's busy life."
You're busy trying not to let him go, busy holding him so close, trying not to let him slip, escape your fingers. You're busy making him stay with you on the cold wooden floor even if your words are driving him away.
"Maybe, in your busy life as a star back then, people like Seungri doesn't have a space. But in my life, all the spaces has been reserved for Kwon Jiyong."
And he's busy kissing your lips again and trying to move on top of you this time.
"About that stage and song.. I've already got one written."
You're busy trying not to blush.
"Really? What's the title?"
He's busy looking you in the eye.
"It's called: I love you, Lee Seunghyun."
And you're both busy trying to stop laughing because this is just so damn great! So damn beautiful! It's so fucking perfect.
"Oh, then maybe I'll write a part II: I love you too, Kwon Jiyong."
And both of you are busy now, on the cold wooden floor of your apartment with the half-packed bags forgotten and the door open, rehearsing for that special stage you'll both have soon. That special stage where the two of you are standing next to each other (on top of each other), on the same stage (on the same space on the same floor), singing the same song (love). So busy.
AN: And those are the drabbles I promised to them cool people. Enjoyed?
ijiified - I wanted to chose the 5th prompt but the 4th one was also appealing. So I did the 4th one! I tried writing the other prompts too but they just wouldn't come out right. So yeah, I decided with 4th and I hope it did your prompt justice. peace? AND AND AND fluff? you wanted fluff? man, I had a hard time, really, trying to squeeze fluff in. So i hope the squeezed in fluff was okay. Was it? ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU<3 And yeah, I wrote yours first cause you're having my babies. har har
earenya_beryl - I tried something different this time and I hope I got your prompt right. Honestly, I already had a long ass one written about 2 days ago and it was already half-done but then I got stuck halfway (I was listening to happy songs while writing it) and so I switched back to my fave writing music (Nell's Time Walking Through Memories). AND finally I was able to churn this one out. It's uhm, okay?
paper_parasols - I WAS STUCK!!! I wrote yours last cause I just couldn't find what to write. I mean, there's a prompt but the words are GONE!!! And jemnise's prompt was kinda the same (please read hers) so I decided to make yours really AU. Like so so so AU. And please, I am sorry? Also, your fic, Dream Catcher (which is like, my fave AU ever) served as an inspiration, unconsciously. WUB YOU.
jemnise - i had a lot of fun writing this. I thought it would be hard but it wasn't. Sorry if I couldn't include the line you wanted. I put it in ijiified's though. Did you see it? ANYWAYS!~ I hope this is okay cause I personally like it. Even though I was cringing from the fluffy ending. Damn it.
I hope everybody enjoyed at least one. If you did.. which one? Har har. I totally suck at fluff so yeah, the fluff here is uhm, kept at a minimum. Love ya everybody! ♥
AN2: SONGS (6/?) coming soon.