Wrong In All the Right Places
wrong in all the right places;
pg-13
seunghyun/jiyong (t.o.p/g-dragon)
romance, life
seunghyun knows you can't always put a name to it, and it doesn't always go as planned. jiyong will have to learn eventually.
AN: First Big Bang fic via request of thesilentsky under the prompt "i want to be dangerous". :) Forgive any errors, I wrote this at 4AM, read through it, and posted it all on a whim. :)
wrong in all the right places;
Jiyong thinks himself a pretty nice guy. He knows he's fly, he knows he's got style, but he's polite and he's educated and he knows how to be nice.
He knows how to be nice for all the wrong reasons.
Jiyong knows that if he's nice, people will be nice in return.
Actually, Jiyong knows a lot of things. He is, afterall, educated.
Jiyong knows when to trust people and when not to, when to lean on them and when to steer clear. He knows when to speak softly and when to yell, when to be cheerful and when to be somber.
He knows all these things and uses them to his advantage, for himself.
So when Jiyong thinks himself a pretty nice guy, it's only because he's tricked himself as well. The only one who can see through his charade is Seunghyun, because Seunghyun doesn't take any bullshit. Jiyong can't understand that about Seunghyun, how he can see. How Jiyong can't seem to be anybody else besides himself around Seunghyun, and he can't stand how dangerous that is. How dangerous it makes him feel. Why he's drawn to that danger.
Seunghyun just doesn't care. He hasn't had it easy, not like Jiyong. He had to fight his way to the top. Seunghyun knows what it's like to be the last kid picked on a team. He knows what it's like to be tasteless, flawed, a failure. He's lived life and he's learned.
Jiyong has never learned.
They say some people are just born with it. Seunghyun has always believed that you have to learn how to use it.
Seunghyun is a learning person. He calls Jiyong out on the fact that he's not. It's what cements a rocky relationship that never quite gets labeled friendship before it gets labeled something else and Seungyun thinks, okay, maybe it was meant to be like this. Because he's learned.
Jiyong, on the other hand, has never felt this way before. It scares him and it excites him and he's not sure if he likes it, but it's like an addiction. He can't stop.
"Wait, wait, wait." Jiyong is saying, pulling his beanie farther back on his head, mussing up bleached blond bangs. He bites his lip. "That won't work."
Seunghyun frowns beside him, arms crossing as his hands lift from the piano. "You can hardly play this either."
"Duh," Jiyong replies. They are both sitting at a piano trying to figure out one of Taeyang's practice pieces. They are both trying to teach each other something they don't know. Jiyong is trying to know, Seunghyun is trying to learn.
"No," Seunghyun rolls his eyes. "Look, that's an E sharp."
"Why the fuck would you play an E sharp there." Jiyong replies. He's long since grown bored of trying to play the piano; there's a new game at hand. He's quite enjoying riling Seunghyun up, quite enjoying the flustered look Seunghyun tries to hide every time he accidentally brushes a hand against his over ivory keys, the way he scoots closer, pressed thigh to thigh, on the small piano stool. It thrills Jiyong, the scary feeling he gets when Seunghyun's eyes darken. He's not sure with what, he just knows it's not annoyance alone.
Seunghyun sighs. He closes his eyes. Then he stands up, pushing the piano chair back and nearly unbalancing Jiyong, who hadn't been expecting it.
"Wait." Jiyong says quickly, "I'm sorry."
"Wait?" Seunghyun replies, looking from Jiyong's high tops up to his eyes. "Is that all you want me to do, just wait and wait and wait? Maybe hiding behind who you think you are works for you, but I'm tired of waiting." He shrugs his hoodie, adjusting it over his shoulders, and walks out the door, leaving Jiyong alone in the studio. And Jiyong thinks, whoa.
What the fuck?
He doesn't go after him because Jiyong's convinced himself he's god -- no. He's convinced himself he's a good person. He is a good person, misdirected and easily misunderstood and all wrong in all the right places.
Seunghyun can't stand this about him. It's not fair. It's not right. He can't help himself, though, when he thinks of how much he wants it. Wants him.
Wrong in all the right places.
They're not really fighting because they rarely ever are. Avoiding, yes, for the rest of the day, until it's dinner time and they need to congress in the same room. The atmosphere is like a firecracker. Daesung eats quickly. The other two are out; they already knew.
Jiyong sits across from Seunghyun at the small table, legs crossed. They eat in silence until metal chopsticks click when reaching for the same piece of food. Their eyes meet.
All Seunghyun says is, "Wear a hoodie your size, you've been dragging your sleeves in everything."
Jiyong scoffs, replies, "So what, I'm gonna eat it anyway. Aren't you?"
For some reason, around Seunghyun, his niceness has never really worked.
Maybe it's why Seunghyun's the only one who knows.
Seunghyun takes a closer look at the hoodie. It's familiar.
It's his.
"You little git -- " he begins; Jiyong sniggers, amused and biting back his guilt. He borrows Seunghyun's clothes all the time, the bagginess of his and their fit is perfect lounge wear. Seunghyun clearly does not agree however, and Jiyong is surprised when he stands up quickly, angrily, and nearly lunges at Jiyong, right over the small table.
The contact is painful. Jiyong's elbow hits the ground at the same time his opposite shoulder does and he's stuck there because Seunghyun is straddling him, hands reaching for the hem of the jacket. Then he's pulling up. "Take it off."
"No way, it's comfortable." Jiyong says, squirming in attempt to dissuade Seunghyun.
"I'm sick of you wearing my clothes and getting holes in them all the time."
"Uh, that's Seungri, bro." Jiyong replies, and his pause is just what Seunghyun needs to yank the hoodie off with a bit too much force, pulling up Jiyong's white tank with it.
It seems like even the annoyingly loud clock in the room stops ticking; not that they'd had time to notice it in the first place. Jiyong is trying to stare at the ceiling, it's not working, and Seunghyun is staring at him. They've both just realized the situation they are in. They've both just created another one by realizing.
"Hey," Seunghyun says, tossing the hoodie somewhere unimportant.
Jiyong wants to protest that he takes better care of Seunghyun's clothes than that, but instead he replies, "I guess I'm sorry I made you wait so long."
"Whatever," Seunghyun chuckles deeply. "You're never sorry."
Jiyong smiles up at him. His hair is pooled messily about him on the floor, his beanie having slipped off in their mild tussle. "At least you know what you're getting into."
He sits up, still between Seunghyun's legs, grabs his hanging hoodie strings and pulls tight to keep himself partially upright, and then without further ado, in one fluid movement, he's kissing Seunghyun, who is being pulled forward and trying to pull back and feeling like he's going everywhere at once.
Teeth meet teeth in an agressive movement when balance is finally lost and full body contact is achieved. Seunghyun's been waiting too long for this, Jiyong's finally breathing, under him, not skirting away with crude jokes or an overly polite laugh, depending on his mood and who he's with. No, he has Jiyong all to himself, Jiyong who is only Jiyong. Now only his.
Seunghyun runs his hands up Jiyong's still half-bare sides, pushing the tank farther up, up, until he has to break the kiss to yank it the rest of the way off. He loves the feel of soft lips only soft because Jiyong's an idol, because he has to take care of them. He loves the feel of their shape, something only Jiyong can give him. This feeling. These feelings.
"Jacket," Jiyong says in the small space separating their faces. Both their breaths smell like the unfinished dinner beside them and neither care. Seunghyun pulls up again, pulling off his hoodie, his shirt. When he sees the light again, Jiyong is sitting up too. His lips are swollen and his hair is a right mess.
Seunghyun has to grin; he looks like he did in the filming of Breathe. An easy look to achieve. Except Jiyong's more flustered, eyes darting almost shyly, if not coyly, anywhere but on Seunghyun's.
"Look at me." Seunghyun says.
"Don't feel like it." Jiyong replies, turning his nose up without knowing it, pulling his legs into a pretzel shape. They sit facing each other, shirtless, knowing what they've just done. Neither regrets it. Jiyong licks his lips. He says, "You make me want to be dangerous."
"Oh," Seunghyun replies, runs a hand through his hair. He's sort of flattered.
Jiyong finally meets his eyes. "But I want to be dangerous."
"You are dangerous." Seunghyun murmurs, voice husky.
Jiyong laughs. It's one of his rare, real, soft laughs. The ones most people deem unreal, most people will never truly understand. Seunghyun leans in and kisses him again, just a press of lips, they have to take this slow.
After all, Jiyong has got a lot to learn.
Especially when it comes to love.
pg-13
seunghyun/jiyong (t.o.p/g-dragon)
romance, life
seunghyun knows you can't always put a name to it, and it doesn't always go as planned. jiyong will have to learn eventually.
AN: First Big Bang fic via request of thesilentsky under the prompt "i want to be dangerous". :) Forgive any errors, I wrote this at 4AM, read through it, and posted it all on a whim. :)
wrong in all the right places;
Jiyong thinks himself a pretty nice guy. He knows he's fly, he knows he's got style, but he's polite and he's educated and he knows how to be nice.
He knows how to be nice for all the wrong reasons.
Jiyong knows that if he's nice, people will be nice in return.
Actually, Jiyong knows a lot of things. He is, afterall, educated.
Jiyong knows when to trust people and when not to, when to lean on them and when to steer clear. He knows when to speak softly and when to yell, when to be cheerful and when to be somber.
He knows all these things and uses them to his advantage, for himself.
So when Jiyong thinks himself a pretty nice guy, it's only because he's tricked himself as well. The only one who can see through his charade is Seunghyun, because Seunghyun doesn't take any bullshit. Jiyong can't understand that about Seunghyun, how he can see. How Jiyong can't seem to be anybody else besides himself around Seunghyun, and he can't stand how dangerous that is. How dangerous it makes him feel. Why he's drawn to that danger.
Seunghyun just doesn't care. He hasn't had it easy, not like Jiyong. He had to fight his way to the top. Seunghyun knows what it's like to be the last kid picked on a team. He knows what it's like to be tasteless, flawed, a failure. He's lived life and he's learned.
Jiyong has never learned.
They say some people are just born with it. Seunghyun has always believed that you have to learn how to use it.
Seunghyun is a learning person. He calls Jiyong out on the fact that he's not. It's what cements a rocky relationship that never quite gets labeled friendship before it gets labeled something else and Seungyun thinks, okay, maybe it was meant to be like this. Because he's learned.
Jiyong, on the other hand, has never felt this way before. It scares him and it excites him and he's not sure if he likes it, but it's like an addiction. He can't stop.
"Wait, wait, wait." Jiyong is saying, pulling his beanie farther back on his head, mussing up bleached blond bangs. He bites his lip. "That won't work."
Seunghyun frowns beside him, arms crossing as his hands lift from the piano. "You can hardly play this either."
"Duh," Jiyong replies. They are both sitting at a piano trying to figure out one of Taeyang's practice pieces. They are both trying to teach each other something they don't know. Jiyong is trying to know, Seunghyun is trying to learn.
"No," Seunghyun rolls his eyes. "Look, that's an E sharp."
"Why the fuck would you play an E sharp there." Jiyong replies. He's long since grown bored of trying to play the piano; there's a new game at hand. He's quite enjoying riling Seunghyun up, quite enjoying the flustered look Seunghyun tries to hide every time he accidentally brushes a hand against his over ivory keys, the way he scoots closer, pressed thigh to thigh, on the small piano stool. It thrills Jiyong, the scary feeling he gets when Seunghyun's eyes darken. He's not sure with what, he just knows it's not annoyance alone.
Seunghyun sighs. He closes his eyes. Then he stands up, pushing the piano chair back and nearly unbalancing Jiyong, who hadn't been expecting it.
"Wait." Jiyong says quickly, "I'm sorry."
"Wait?" Seunghyun replies, looking from Jiyong's high tops up to his eyes. "Is that all you want me to do, just wait and wait and wait? Maybe hiding behind who you think you are works for you, but I'm tired of waiting." He shrugs his hoodie, adjusting it over his shoulders, and walks out the door, leaving Jiyong alone in the studio. And Jiyong thinks, whoa.
What the fuck?
He doesn't go after him because Jiyong's convinced himself he's god -- no. He's convinced himself he's a good person. He is a good person, misdirected and easily misunderstood and all wrong in all the right places.
Seunghyun can't stand this about him. It's not fair. It's not right. He can't help himself, though, when he thinks of how much he wants it. Wants him.
Wrong in all the right places.
They're not really fighting because they rarely ever are. Avoiding, yes, for the rest of the day, until it's dinner time and they need to congress in the same room. The atmosphere is like a firecracker. Daesung eats quickly. The other two are out; they already knew.
Jiyong sits across from Seunghyun at the small table, legs crossed. They eat in silence until metal chopsticks click when reaching for the same piece of food. Their eyes meet.
All Seunghyun says is, "Wear a hoodie your size, you've been dragging your sleeves in everything."
Jiyong scoffs, replies, "So what, I'm gonna eat it anyway. Aren't you?"
For some reason, around Seunghyun, his niceness has never really worked.
Maybe it's why Seunghyun's the only one who knows.
Seunghyun takes a closer look at the hoodie. It's familiar.
It's his.
"You little git -- " he begins; Jiyong sniggers, amused and biting back his guilt. He borrows Seunghyun's clothes all the time, the bagginess of his and their fit is perfect lounge wear. Seunghyun clearly does not agree however, and Jiyong is surprised when he stands up quickly, angrily, and nearly lunges at Jiyong, right over the small table.
The contact is painful. Jiyong's elbow hits the ground at the same time his opposite shoulder does and he's stuck there because Seunghyun is straddling him, hands reaching for the hem of the jacket. Then he's pulling up. "Take it off."
"No way, it's comfortable." Jiyong says, squirming in attempt to dissuade Seunghyun.
"I'm sick of you wearing my clothes and getting holes in them all the time."
"Uh, that's Seungri, bro." Jiyong replies, and his pause is just what Seunghyun needs to yank the hoodie off with a bit too much force, pulling up Jiyong's white tank with it.
It seems like even the annoyingly loud clock in the room stops ticking; not that they'd had time to notice it in the first place. Jiyong is trying to stare at the ceiling, it's not working, and Seunghyun is staring at him. They've both just realized the situation they are in. They've both just created another one by realizing.
"Hey," Seunghyun says, tossing the hoodie somewhere unimportant.
Jiyong wants to protest that he takes better care of Seunghyun's clothes than that, but instead he replies, "I guess I'm sorry I made you wait so long."
"Whatever," Seunghyun chuckles deeply. "You're never sorry."
Jiyong smiles up at him. His hair is pooled messily about him on the floor, his beanie having slipped off in their mild tussle. "At least you know what you're getting into."
He sits up, still between Seunghyun's legs, grabs his hanging hoodie strings and pulls tight to keep himself partially upright, and then without further ado, in one fluid movement, he's kissing Seunghyun, who is being pulled forward and trying to pull back and feeling like he's going everywhere at once.
Teeth meet teeth in an agressive movement when balance is finally lost and full body contact is achieved. Seunghyun's been waiting too long for this, Jiyong's finally breathing, under him, not skirting away with crude jokes or an overly polite laugh, depending on his mood and who he's with. No, he has Jiyong all to himself, Jiyong who is only Jiyong. Now only his.
Seunghyun runs his hands up Jiyong's still half-bare sides, pushing the tank farther up, up, until he has to break the kiss to yank it the rest of the way off. He loves the feel of soft lips only soft because Jiyong's an idol, because he has to take care of them. He loves the feel of their shape, something only Jiyong can give him. This feeling. These feelings.
"Jacket," Jiyong says in the small space separating their faces. Both their breaths smell like the unfinished dinner beside them and neither care. Seunghyun pulls up again, pulling off his hoodie, his shirt. When he sees the light again, Jiyong is sitting up too. His lips are swollen and his hair is a right mess.
Seunghyun has to grin; he looks like he did in the filming of Breathe. An easy look to achieve. Except Jiyong's more flustered, eyes darting almost shyly, if not coyly, anywhere but on Seunghyun's.
"Look at me." Seunghyun says.
"Don't feel like it." Jiyong replies, turning his nose up without knowing it, pulling his legs into a pretzel shape. They sit facing each other, shirtless, knowing what they've just done. Neither regrets it. Jiyong licks his lips. He says, "You make me want to be dangerous."
"Oh," Seunghyun replies, runs a hand through his hair. He's sort of flattered.
Jiyong finally meets his eyes. "But I want to be dangerous."
"You are dangerous." Seunghyun murmurs, voice husky.
Jiyong laughs. It's one of his rare, real, soft laughs. The ones most people deem unreal, most people will never truly understand. Seunghyun leans in and kisses him again, just a press of lips, they have to take this slow.
After all, Jiyong has got a lot to learn.
Especially when it comes to love.