round 05, challenge three: entry #06
Title: Apathy
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang; Jiyong/Youngbae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: The enemy isn't the shame or the rage but the opposite of love.
Warnings: N/A
Jiyong, with badly hidden intentions, is getting the others out of the studio, claiming they don't need to stay with only Youngbaes parts left to record. Don't they want to eat? Sleep? The innocent smile grazing his lips doesn't fool anyone and Youngbae feels the tiniest hint of shame swipe past him under their knowing looks. Still, he doesn't protest. It is the way it is, has always been. He belongs, like this.
Even before the door closes, Jiyong is kissing his unmoving mouth and somewhere deep within him, rage is clawing. Under brand clothes, tanned skin and muscles created by someone else he feels the heat of revolution. The fog in his mind swirls and suddenly dissipates, his black eyes narrowing and his posture tensing. Jiyong must sense something because he hastily leans away from him, smile lost between vague dreams and a reality only beginning to be explored, his eyes asking questions not yet thought of.
But no, this won't be the time, as it turns out. The blanket of apathy wraps itself around Youngbaes mind again, leans him back into the gray.
"Let's get to work," Jiyong decides.
A ghost trapped in a body shining with life.
Fandom and Pairing: Big Bang; Jiyong/Youngbae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: The enemy isn't the shame or the rage but the opposite of love.
Warnings: N/A
Jiyong, with badly hidden intentions, is getting the others out of the studio, claiming they don't need to stay with only Youngbaes parts left to record. Don't they want to eat? Sleep? The innocent smile grazing his lips doesn't fool anyone and Youngbae feels the tiniest hint of shame swipe past him under their knowing looks. Still, he doesn't protest. It is the way it is, has always been. He belongs, like this.
Even before the door closes, Jiyong is kissing his unmoving mouth and somewhere deep within him, rage is clawing. Under brand clothes, tanned skin and muscles created by someone else he feels the heat of revolution. The fog in his mind swirls and suddenly dissipates, his black eyes narrowing and his posture tensing. Jiyong must sense something because he hastily leans away from him, smile lost between vague dreams and a reality only beginning to be explored, his eyes asking questions not yet thought of.
But no, this won't be the time, as it turns out. The blanket of apathy wraps itself around Youngbaes mind again, leans him back into the gray.
"Let's get to work," Jiyong decides.
A ghost trapped in a body shining with life.