round 03, challenge two: drabble ten
Title: At least we're dreaming
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang, GD/TOP
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: A heart in exchange for something pretty.
Warnings: None.
The way it goes is Seunghyun will say something like “stop”, or “don’t”, except he doesn’t even know if he means it anymore, and anyways Jiyong’s the boy who doesn’t listen. Jiyong’s the boy who whispers sweet nothings into Seunghyun’s ear in the dark when he’s too blind to do anything except let him, and Seunghyun might as well be bound and gagged and fifteen years old again.
Jiyong’s breath always smells of smoke, and he’ll press a chaste kiss to Seunghyun’s jaw; his fingers will slide up his side. He’ll reassure him with, “it’s okay”, or “don’t worry."
And then he’ll reach into Seunghyun’s chest-
And he’ll pull.
This is how it goes. The warning signs are always there, always the same, but Seunghyun lets it happen. It doesn’t hurt anymore, either, except for that brief second of you are a doll on his shelf, a notch on his bedpost, but Seunghyun finds he can easily push it aside-especially after Jiyong tucks Seunghyun's heart into his breast pocket and starts talking fairy-tales starring them as the main characters, suburbia and babies and happily-ever-afters that won’t ever pan out.
Seunghyun just likes the thrill of getting carried away, sometimes.
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang, GD/TOP
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: A heart in exchange for something pretty.
Warnings: None.
The way it goes is Seunghyun will say something like “stop”, or “don’t”, except he doesn’t even know if he means it anymore, and anyways Jiyong’s the boy who doesn’t listen. Jiyong’s the boy who whispers sweet nothings into Seunghyun’s ear in the dark when he’s too blind to do anything except let him, and Seunghyun might as well be bound and gagged and fifteen years old again.
Jiyong’s breath always smells of smoke, and he’ll press a chaste kiss to Seunghyun’s jaw; his fingers will slide up his side. He’ll reassure him with, “it’s okay”, or “don’t worry."
And then he’ll reach into Seunghyun’s chest-
And he’ll pull.
This is how it goes. The warning signs are always there, always the same, but Seunghyun lets it happen. It doesn’t hurt anymore, either, except for that brief second of you are a doll on his shelf, a notch on his bedpost, but Seunghyun finds he can easily push it aside-especially after Jiyong tucks Seunghyun's heart into his breast pocket and starts talking fairy-tales starring them as the main characters, suburbia and babies and happily-ever-afters that won’t ever pan out.
Seunghyun just likes the thrill of getting carried away, sometimes.