Death and I - 1
Title: Death and I
Pairing: Daeri(Daesung/Seungri)
Rating: PG-13, character death
Summary: Seungri loves playing games, however when his partner is death and the love of his life is the prize, he'll have to bring all he's got to the table.
Chapter One - The Overture
Hello, my name is Seungri and you’re probably wondering why Death is currently standing behind me. Well, it’s a rather long, bizarre and pretty pathetic story but hey, shit happens. To really explain, we’ll have to go way back, when I was innocent, naive and had no clue what I was getting into.
It was a rainy, grim day, sun not visible behind the heavy, gray clouds obscuring the sky. I was in my living room watching TV while a smaller body pressed against mine, sleeping soundlessly. My best friend, Jiyoung, had come over after yet another falling out with his boyfriend. I always wondered why he stayed with that asshole after all the pain he had to go through. It hurt me to watch him suffer like that, but there was nothing I could do. To make matters even more complicated, I knew I had feelings for him. I had realized long ago that they were far greater than a simple friendship but in his eyes, he would only ever see me as a best friend. I kept quiet for both of our sakes because it would cause him pain if I ever left and that was the last thing I wanted to do. If I fell out of the picture, where would he go to hide or find comfort when his dumbass boyfriend abused him?
The best thing I could do was to always be there for him. I wished he’d break up, but no matter how many times I brought it up, Jiyoung always shot down the idea.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Seunghyun loves me too. Can’t you see how similar you two are?”
“He beats you Jiyoung. Tell me how that shows he loves you.”
The resulting silence always ended these discussions since Jiyong would be unwilling to speak about the subject anymore. I didn’t want to push it either, for fear that he would leave me. So I tried my best to do whatever I could to comfort Jiyong. I made his favorite foods, I took him out shopping, anything I could think of. I even watched those sappy romance dramas he liked so much, even though all they did was remind me of the love story I could never have. So can you blame me if I took the opportunity when I saw it?
One day, I came back from work to find Jiyong an utter mess on my couch. Instantly, I rushed over to him and tried to assess how bad it was this time. When I saw the extent of the damage Seunghyun’s violence had caused, my first instinct was to go over to his apartment and beat the shit out of him. However that wouldn’t have helped Jiyong at all. I’d probably end up in jail, he’d just go back to that bastard, and everything would be worse than ever. So I swallowed my anger and began to patch Jiyong up, after I had calmed him down. This routine had become so familiar, he didn’t even wince anymore when the alcohol hit his open wounds. I had him hold a bag of ice to his swollen cheek, while I made him some tea. I covered him with a blanket while his shaking hands brought the soothing liquid to his lips, tears continually streaming down his face. He shuddered, giving me back the empty glass. “I-I can’t do this anymore.” He looked at me with red, pleading eyes and said in a tiny voice, “Please help me.”
My eyes widened before I carefully slid onto the couch beside him and cradled him in my arms. “Don’t worry,” I whispered to him. “Everything will be alright. I promise.” He looked up at me questioningly. “How can you promise that,” he demanded, looking as if this offer of peace was going to be snatched away at any moment. It made me mad that Seunghyun had corrupted Jiyong to the point where a normal life was no longer imaginable to him. But he was desperate to get out and I would have done anything to grant him that wish.”We’ll move out to the countryside and be different people. We can change our names so that he can’t find us,” I said in a confident voice, trying to cheer him up. I smiled at him, holding him tightly. “Don’t worry, I will fix it.”
For the first time that night, his lips twitched upwards in a small, sensual smile before more tears burst out. He hid his face in my shirt as he wept, whispering small ‘thank you’s. That night, he fell asleep in my arms. The next morning when I woke up, it was to the pleasant sensation of Jiyong’s body aligned against mine. Pressing a small kiss to his forehead, I murmured his name and attempted to wake him up. He groaned in disapproval of my action and I figured this was the most sleep he had probably gotten since he started living with Seunghyun. I sighed, lightly caressing his face. I was so tempted to press our lips together but it wasn’t the time for that. We still had to get out of the city and away from Seunghyun, so I propped myself up on my elbow before shaking him again. “Jiyoung,” I called out, “Get up, we have to hurry.”
“Alright,” he grumbled, “I’m getting up.” I made a simple breakfast for us both and he attacked the food ravenously. When we were both sated, the planning began. By pooling our money, we figured we’d have enough to get a small place in the country and still have enough to support us until we found jobs. I was confident that we could get simple jobs to provide for ourselves and our needs would be much less out in the country. We had to separate for a bit in order to hand in our resignations at our respective jobs. After that, we snuck into the apartment Jiyong shared with Seunghyun to get his clothes and other belongings. Every minute was nerve wracking but luckily, Seunghyun never appeared. Unfortunately the missing items were an instant giveaway that Jiyong had left, but hopefully our next step would render it impossible for Seunghyun to ever find us again.
As we headed to the city hall, Jiyong asked, “What are you going to change your name to?” I hadn’t really given it much thought yet, so I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “I want to change it to Seungri, because I always want to do my best.” To keep you happy, I added in my mind, but didn’t dare say it out loud. “Seungri,” he said, rolling the unfamiliar syllables around his mouth. “I like it,” he pronounced. “I’ll just change mine to English. I know that Seunghyun hates that language so he doesn't know it at all. Call me G-Dragon from now on.” I nodded and we sped off to the city hall to have the change made. We didn’t have to wait for a long time since it was a working day and the only thing we needed was our ID and birth certificate.
With our new names, we were on our way. We got into my car, where all the bags were carefully packed and I got in the driver’s seat, waiting for Jiyong, wait no, G-Dragon to get in before I put the car in third gear and sped away. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as we took the exit out of Seoul. It was a large freeway with cars and trucks going in and out of the city. Finally, I let out the breath I hadn’t noticed I was holding and looked over at Jiyoung.
His face was painted with a mix of hope, worry, and dread as if he couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and that it was all just a dream. I smiled at him, my right arm reaching for his face and caressing it. He didn’t seem to mind so I continued doing it. I didn’t even notice another intersection and when I heard the horn of the truck warning us to move, it was already too late. In a blink of an eye, the truck hit our car, warping the metal, smashing the windows, the force of the impact pushing the car back into another lane. I felt intense pain in my head and I couldn’t move my arms. I heard more sirens roaring before I felt something else crash into the car. I felt like my whole body was on fire, arms and legs too heavy to move, my head becoming fuzzy. It hurt to even keep my eyes open and with another blink, I fell unconscious.
What seemed like a few minutes later, I was dragged back into consciousness by the overwhelming amount of pain searing through my body. Cracking one eye open, I surveyed the wreckage. Jagged pieces of metal were everywhere and the smell of gasoline permeated the area. Small fires that had escaped the notice of the firemen were still burning, giving the whole area a ghostly feel. Appropriate I supposed, given what had just happened. Suddenly my thoughts turned to Jiyong, if he was ok, how badly hurt he was.
That’s when I saw it. Him to be more precise. He was looking down at Jiyoung who was laying in the ambulance truck, two of paramedics bustling around him, pumping his chest and giving him an IV drip. He had blond hair, a dark blue suit, and a face that looked like it was made of stone. The strange thing about him was it seemed like the two paramedics didn’t notice his presence. As if they didn’t see him, which was impossible. He was squatting down next to Jiyoung and reached out to him and touched his bruised face. The paramedics around Jiyoung seemed to go into overdrive, doing god knows what before they sighed and eventually stopped. One of them looked at his watch before scribbling something on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. He turned around and looked at me with his piercing gaze. I couldn’t look away, it felt like he was tugging at my soul. Suddenly, I felt a strong grip on my shoulder. It made me jerk my head around, only to face another paramedic. He began doing what I figured where basic tests on me. “J-jiyoung...” I practically whimpered, looking at the man. “He..”
“I’m sorry to say this sir, but your companion has just passed away.” My breath hitched as I felt a pang in my heart and my stomach start to spin. The next thing I knew, warm liquid was gliding down my cheeks. I clasped a shaky hand over my mouth to keep the desperate sounds in, as I got off of the truck I was sitting on and started walking towards Jiyoung’s body. Firefighters were running past me, the sirens of police were going on, blue and red lights blinding me, I felt an immense burden, but I kept going. “Sir, you can’t-” I heard paramedic saying but I ignored him.
But no matter how much I wanted to reach that ambulance, no matter how much I wanted to sit next to Jiyoung and make it all a lie, my body couldn’t do it. I collapsed on the warm asphalt, small shards of glass piercing me but I hardly noticed that. A paramedic immediately came to fuss over me but I turned my head to the side watching a small fire burn until a firefighter put it out. I felt the soft darkness of unconsciousness coming to claim me once more and I let it take me, too crushed to fight any longer.
A/N: So this is shaping up to essentially be the biggest project of the summer for me. Collab with mio689 who's posting this on Asianfanfics. I hope you'll follow us through all the chapters to come, which will hopefully be many.
Pairing: Daeri(Daesung/Seungri)
Rating: PG-13, character death
Summary: Seungri loves playing games, however when his partner is death and the love of his life is the prize, he'll have to bring all he's got to the table.
Chapter One - The Overture
Hello, my name is Seungri and you’re probably wondering why Death is currently standing behind me. Well, it’s a rather long, bizarre and pretty pathetic story but hey, shit happens. To really explain, we’ll have to go way back, when I was innocent, naive and had no clue what I was getting into.
It was a rainy, grim day, sun not visible behind the heavy, gray clouds obscuring the sky. I was in my living room watching TV while a smaller body pressed against mine, sleeping soundlessly. My best friend, Jiyoung, had come over after yet another falling out with his boyfriend. I always wondered why he stayed with that asshole after all the pain he had to go through. It hurt me to watch him suffer like that, but there was nothing I could do. To make matters even more complicated, I knew I had feelings for him. I had realized long ago that they were far greater than a simple friendship but in his eyes, he would only ever see me as a best friend. I kept quiet for both of our sakes because it would cause him pain if I ever left and that was the last thing I wanted to do. If I fell out of the picture, where would he go to hide or find comfort when his dumbass boyfriend abused him?
The best thing I could do was to always be there for him. I wished he’d break up, but no matter how many times I brought it up, Jiyoung always shot down the idea.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Seunghyun loves me too. Can’t you see how similar you two are?”
“He beats you Jiyoung. Tell me how that shows he loves you.”
The resulting silence always ended these discussions since Jiyong would be unwilling to speak about the subject anymore. I didn’t want to push it either, for fear that he would leave me. So I tried my best to do whatever I could to comfort Jiyong. I made his favorite foods, I took him out shopping, anything I could think of. I even watched those sappy romance dramas he liked so much, even though all they did was remind me of the love story I could never have. So can you blame me if I took the opportunity when I saw it?
One day, I came back from work to find Jiyong an utter mess on my couch. Instantly, I rushed over to him and tried to assess how bad it was this time. When I saw the extent of the damage Seunghyun’s violence had caused, my first instinct was to go over to his apartment and beat the shit out of him. However that wouldn’t have helped Jiyong at all. I’d probably end up in jail, he’d just go back to that bastard, and everything would be worse than ever. So I swallowed my anger and began to patch Jiyong up, after I had calmed him down. This routine had become so familiar, he didn’t even wince anymore when the alcohol hit his open wounds. I had him hold a bag of ice to his swollen cheek, while I made him some tea. I covered him with a blanket while his shaking hands brought the soothing liquid to his lips, tears continually streaming down his face. He shuddered, giving me back the empty glass. “I-I can’t do this anymore.” He looked at me with red, pleading eyes and said in a tiny voice, “Please help me.”
My eyes widened before I carefully slid onto the couch beside him and cradled him in my arms. “Don’t worry,” I whispered to him. “Everything will be alright. I promise.” He looked up at me questioningly. “How can you promise that,” he demanded, looking as if this offer of peace was going to be snatched away at any moment. It made me mad that Seunghyun had corrupted Jiyong to the point where a normal life was no longer imaginable to him. But he was desperate to get out and I would have done anything to grant him that wish.”We’ll move out to the countryside and be different people. We can change our names so that he can’t find us,” I said in a confident voice, trying to cheer him up. I smiled at him, holding him tightly. “Don’t worry, I will fix it.”
For the first time that night, his lips twitched upwards in a small, sensual smile before more tears burst out. He hid his face in my shirt as he wept, whispering small ‘thank you’s. That night, he fell asleep in my arms. The next morning when I woke up, it was to the pleasant sensation of Jiyong’s body aligned against mine. Pressing a small kiss to his forehead, I murmured his name and attempted to wake him up. He groaned in disapproval of my action and I figured this was the most sleep he had probably gotten since he started living with Seunghyun. I sighed, lightly caressing his face. I was so tempted to press our lips together but it wasn’t the time for that. We still had to get out of the city and away from Seunghyun, so I propped myself up on my elbow before shaking him again. “Jiyoung,” I called out, “Get up, we have to hurry.”
“Alright,” he grumbled, “I’m getting up.” I made a simple breakfast for us both and he attacked the food ravenously. When we were both sated, the planning began. By pooling our money, we figured we’d have enough to get a small place in the country and still have enough to support us until we found jobs. I was confident that we could get simple jobs to provide for ourselves and our needs would be much less out in the country. We had to separate for a bit in order to hand in our resignations at our respective jobs. After that, we snuck into the apartment Jiyong shared with Seunghyun to get his clothes and other belongings. Every minute was nerve wracking but luckily, Seunghyun never appeared. Unfortunately the missing items were an instant giveaway that Jiyong had left, but hopefully our next step would render it impossible for Seunghyun to ever find us again.
As we headed to the city hall, Jiyong asked, “What are you going to change your name to?” I hadn’t really given it much thought yet, so I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “I want to change it to Seungri, because I always want to do my best.” To keep you happy, I added in my mind, but didn’t dare say it out loud. “Seungri,” he said, rolling the unfamiliar syllables around his mouth. “I like it,” he pronounced. “I’ll just change mine to English. I know that Seunghyun hates that language so he doesn't know it at all. Call me G-Dragon from now on.” I nodded and we sped off to the city hall to have the change made. We didn’t have to wait for a long time since it was a working day and the only thing we needed was our ID and birth certificate.
With our new names, we were on our way. We got into my car, where all the bags were carefully packed and I got in the driver’s seat, waiting for Jiyong, wait no, G-Dragon to get in before I put the car in third gear and sped away. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as we took the exit out of Seoul. It was a large freeway with cars and trucks going in and out of the city. Finally, I let out the breath I hadn’t noticed I was holding and looked over at Jiyoung.
His face was painted with a mix of hope, worry, and dread as if he couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and that it was all just a dream. I smiled at him, my right arm reaching for his face and caressing it. He didn’t seem to mind so I continued doing it. I didn’t even notice another intersection and when I heard the horn of the truck warning us to move, it was already too late. In a blink of an eye, the truck hit our car, warping the metal, smashing the windows, the force of the impact pushing the car back into another lane. I felt intense pain in my head and I couldn’t move my arms. I heard more sirens roaring before I felt something else crash into the car. I felt like my whole body was on fire, arms and legs too heavy to move, my head becoming fuzzy. It hurt to even keep my eyes open and with another blink, I fell unconscious.
What seemed like a few minutes later, I was dragged back into consciousness by the overwhelming amount of pain searing through my body. Cracking one eye open, I surveyed the wreckage. Jagged pieces of metal were everywhere and the smell of gasoline permeated the area. Small fires that had escaped the notice of the firemen were still burning, giving the whole area a ghostly feel. Appropriate I supposed, given what had just happened. Suddenly my thoughts turned to Jiyong, if he was ok, how badly hurt he was.
That’s when I saw it. Him to be more precise. He was looking down at Jiyoung who was laying in the ambulance truck, two of paramedics bustling around him, pumping his chest and giving him an IV drip. He had blond hair, a dark blue suit, and a face that looked like it was made of stone. The strange thing about him was it seemed like the two paramedics didn’t notice his presence. As if they didn’t see him, which was impossible. He was squatting down next to Jiyoung and reached out to him and touched his bruised face. The paramedics around Jiyoung seemed to go into overdrive, doing god knows what before they sighed and eventually stopped. One of them looked at his watch before scribbling something on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. He turned around and looked at me with his piercing gaze. I couldn’t look away, it felt like he was tugging at my soul. Suddenly, I felt a strong grip on my shoulder. It made me jerk my head around, only to face another paramedic. He began doing what I figured where basic tests on me. “J-jiyoung...” I practically whimpered, looking at the man. “He..”
“I’m sorry to say this sir, but your companion has just passed away.” My breath hitched as I felt a pang in my heart and my stomach start to spin. The next thing I knew, warm liquid was gliding down my cheeks. I clasped a shaky hand over my mouth to keep the desperate sounds in, as I got off of the truck I was sitting on and started walking towards Jiyoung’s body. Firefighters were running past me, the sirens of police were going on, blue and red lights blinding me, I felt an immense burden, but I kept going. “Sir, you can’t-” I heard paramedic saying but I ignored him.
But no matter how much I wanted to reach that ambulance, no matter how much I wanted to sit next to Jiyoung and make it all a lie, my body couldn’t do it. I collapsed on the warm asphalt, small shards of glass piercing me but I hardly noticed that. A paramedic immediately came to fuss over me but I turned my head to the side watching a small fire burn until a firefighter put it out. I felt the soft darkness of unconsciousness coming to claim me once more and I let it take me, too crushed to fight any longer.
A/N: So this is shaping up to essentially be the biggest project of the summer for me. Collab with mio689 who's posting this on Asianfanfics. I hope you'll follow us through all the chapters to come, which will hopefully be many.