The Room --- GTOP---Part 4/??
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ebyruTitle: The Room 4/?
Pairing: GTop, others to come later
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Angst, Horror, Suspense
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: There's a room. No one wants to go in, but once you do, there's no coming out.
Notes: UNbetad; you are my lab rats darlings. This part is longer, but I might be on hiatus for a bit. (finals are coming up, plus projects to hand in)
First part || Second part || Third part
Seunghyun doesn’t take off his hood; even if it’s the millionth time he’s gone through this without a synch, he won’t take that chance. There’s always a possibility that things can go terribly wrong, he knows, from trouble his friends have encountered.
He smiles, however, when his close friend—the bartender—waves for him to come closer. If there’s anyone who can make him feel safe, if there’s anywhere he can feel truly welcome, it’s right here in the bar with this man.
“Seunghyun,” he smiles, handing him a cold brew. “How did it go the other night with the blond?”
Seunghyun chuckles as he grabs the glass, taking a sip from it. “It was interesting, I can tell you that.”
The bartender stomps his foot, attracting attention from intoxicated customers for a split second before he shoos them with his hand. He continues his fake tantrum by whining and twirling side to side like an infant—compared to Seunghyun, he could be considered one. “Come on, you never tell me any details!”
Seunghyun can’t help but laugh at the display; it’s adorable, honestly, but not enough for him to crack. “You know what, how ‘bout you take me up on my offer then?” A smirk pulls at his lips.
The bartender blinks, brain slower than it would be during the daytime, due to his workplace customs of drinking with clients who ask him to. “What proposition is that?”
When Seunghyun clears his throat and takes another sip from the glass in front of him, it takes him every ounce of maturity he’s gathered over the centuries not to laugh and call the guy a ditz.
The bartender raises an eyebrow at the evil grin on Seunghyun’s face. “Are you saying what I think you are? Cause if you are, how is that telling me how it was with the blonde? Can you transfer me his techniques or some bullshit like that?” The younger man snorts at the thought. “I think you just want to get it in my pants, plain and simple.”
Seunghyun nearly falls off his barstool when the bartender is finished rambling; not only did he miss the point completely at first, but it took him a while to realize what the actual point was and states it dryly as if Seunghyun didn’t know his own devious plans. Of course he wants to sleep with his best friend; he’s hotter than an original sin and the most caring, generous person he knows on this puny planet. Not to mention the advantage of being familiar with most of his body already.
The bartender giggles when he realizes the offer he’s been given, flattered, he leans in and kisses Seunghyun’s cheek. “Maybe if you didn’t run off with my customers all the time I could actually grant you the honor.”
Cocky as ever, Seunghyun thinks, cute though. “Maybe I will one of these nights, since I’m back and all.”
The bartender nods, completely ignoring the drunken line trying to buy alcohol from him. He can do what he wants; he owns the bar now that his father has retired.
He leans in, wanting to kiss Seunghyun on the lips this time, but something catches the older man’s eye; Jiyong. Seunghyun moves away, unnoticing of the effect it has on his friend who moves away to serve the patient clients.
What’s Jiyong doing back here?
Seunghyun leaves the bar and follows the effeminate man, pressing up against him when he leans over the pool table. Jiyong’s trying to set up the game, but Seunghyun refuses to give him an inch of space to think about anything rather than balls and not the ones he uses in pool.
“Do you mind?” Jiyong says finally, his breath hitching as he pushes Seunghyun away. He’s surprised by who it is when he glances up; he was expecting some drunken loser, as usual. He smiles, his cheeks burning up suddenly. “Sorry, thought you were someone else.”
The older man leans on the side of the table, looking at Jiyong through lowered lashes. “I don’t blame you, I’m not usually this despicable. Really.” He laughs, bending down to grab the tray for the balls. “Mind if I play too?”
Jiyong hums, pretending to decide on an answer, when it’s clearly a ‘yes’ from every line of his body. “I guess a game of pool is harmless enough.” He walks over to the rack and grabs a cue, handing it to Seunghyun and another for himself.
Seunghyun wants to suggest a bet, just to make things more interesting, but Jiyong steals the words from his train of thought.
“How ‘bout we play for something?” Jiyong hits the cue ball, cracking the triangle of colors apart, and watches them as a few are pocketed.
Jiyong’s eyes are on him as he waits for a response. He sees the perspiration slowly building over the older man’s skin; Seunghyun’s never been very good at pool, but what’s the harm in a friendly bet?
“Yeah sure,” Seunghyun crosses his legs, his arm curled around the top of cue.
Jiyong pockets another ball, looking up at Seunghyun batting his lashes. He grins, not even looking when he makes the next shot, and lands it perfectly still. A third shot and Jiyong closes his eyes to give Seunghyun a chance to catch up. “Oops,” he whispers coyly.
Seunghyun rolls his eyes, positioning himself in front of a number labeled ‘6’. He’s griping the butt with one hand, the other focused on finally getting in a shot. When he, at long last, thinks he’s at the correct position and state of mind to finally knock the ball in, there’s a siren sound from across the bar.
Jiyong looks over first; the young bartender is being handcuffed and dragged out, roughly, for no apparent reason. Seunghyun doesn’t bother to think over his reaction, and tears through the space between both parties. He’s in their face, up close and personal, spewing hatred and anger with looks alone.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Seunghyun attempts to push through them and grab his friend’s hand. “He hasn’t done anything.”
One of the men—a very tall man with broad shoulders and a pinstripe suit—pushes Seunghyun back and stands in the way. “Dongwoon is being arrested for reasons that don’t concern you.” The man pulls Seunghyun in by the collar, hardly worrying about appearances now that the whole bar is in a panic. “I would suggest you leave before you suffer the same fate, asshole.”
He throws Seunghyun back against the bar, announcing to everyone: “You all have to leave. We’re taking the owner of this bar to the station for questioning and closing the bar permanently.”
Seunghyun is raging inside, ready to jump at this guy’s throat and rip him apart limb from limb. Jiyong doesn’t really think that’s a good idea, so he pulls Seunghyun with him as he bows to the detective and leaves peacefully. He knows his rights, but he also knows when he’s been extremely lucky.
Dongwoon doesn’t look up at Seunghyun as he passes, knowing it will just set him up for trouble he doesn’t need to be involved in. Jiyong helps by wrapping an arm around him and petting the nape of his neck, hoping it will calm him—if only temporarily.
The young detective smirks, pointing at Jiyong as he whispers to one of the policemen. “I thought he was a girl, cute though.”
more to come....
Comments are ♥
Pairing: GTop, others to come later
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Angst, Horror, Suspense
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: There's a room. No one wants to go in, but once you do, there's no coming out.
Notes: UNbetad; you are my lab rats darlings. This part is longer, but I might be on hiatus for a bit. (finals are coming up, plus projects to hand in)
First part || Second part || Third part
Seunghyun doesn’t take off his hood; even if it’s the millionth time he’s gone through this without a synch, he won’t take that chance. There’s always a possibility that things can go terribly wrong, he knows, from trouble his friends have encountered.
He smiles, however, when his close friend—the bartender—waves for him to come closer. If there’s anyone who can make him feel safe, if there’s anywhere he can feel truly welcome, it’s right here in the bar with this man.
“Seunghyun,” he smiles, handing him a cold brew. “How did it go the other night with the blond?”
Seunghyun chuckles as he grabs the glass, taking a sip from it. “It was interesting, I can tell you that.”
The bartender stomps his foot, attracting attention from intoxicated customers for a split second before he shoos them with his hand. He continues his fake tantrum by whining and twirling side to side like an infant—compared to Seunghyun, he could be considered one. “Come on, you never tell me any details!”
Seunghyun can’t help but laugh at the display; it’s adorable, honestly, but not enough for him to crack. “You know what, how ‘bout you take me up on my offer then?” A smirk pulls at his lips.
The bartender blinks, brain slower than it would be during the daytime, due to his workplace customs of drinking with clients who ask him to. “What proposition is that?”
When Seunghyun clears his throat and takes another sip from the glass in front of him, it takes him every ounce of maturity he’s gathered over the centuries not to laugh and call the guy a ditz.
The bartender raises an eyebrow at the evil grin on Seunghyun’s face. “Are you saying what I think you are? Cause if you are, how is that telling me how it was with the blonde? Can you transfer me his techniques or some bullshit like that?” The younger man snorts at the thought. “I think you just want to get it in my pants, plain and simple.”
Seunghyun nearly falls off his barstool when the bartender is finished rambling; not only did he miss the point completely at first, but it took him a while to realize what the actual point was and states it dryly as if Seunghyun didn’t know his own devious plans. Of course he wants to sleep with his best friend; he’s hotter than an original sin and the most caring, generous person he knows on this puny planet. Not to mention the advantage of being familiar with most of his body already.
The bartender giggles when he realizes the offer he’s been given, flattered, he leans in and kisses Seunghyun’s cheek. “Maybe if you didn’t run off with my customers all the time I could actually grant you the honor.”
Cocky as ever, Seunghyun thinks, cute though. “Maybe I will one of these nights, since I’m back and all.”
The bartender nods, completely ignoring the drunken line trying to buy alcohol from him. He can do what he wants; he owns the bar now that his father has retired.
He leans in, wanting to kiss Seunghyun on the lips this time, but something catches the older man’s eye; Jiyong. Seunghyun moves away, unnoticing of the effect it has on his friend who moves away to serve the patient clients.
What’s Jiyong doing back here?
Seunghyun leaves the bar and follows the effeminate man, pressing up against him when he leans over the pool table. Jiyong’s trying to set up the game, but Seunghyun refuses to give him an inch of space to think about anything rather than balls and not the ones he uses in pool.
“Do you mind?” Jiyong says finally, his breath hitching as he pushes Seunghyun away. He’s surprised by who it is when he glances up; he was expecting some drunken loser, as usual. He smiles, his cheeks burning up suddenly. “Sorry, thought you were someone else.”
The older man leans on the side of the table, looking at Jiyong through lowered lashes. “I don’t blame you, I’m not usually this despicable. Really.” He laughs, bending down to grab the tray for the balls. “Mind if I play too?”
Jiyong hums, pretending to decide on an answer, when it’s clearly a ‘yes’ from every line of his body. “I guess a game of pool is harmless enough.” He walks over to the rack and grabs a cue, handing it to Seunghyun and another for himself.
Seunghyun wants to suggest a bet, just to make things more interesting, but Jiyong steals the words from his train of thought.
“How ‘bout we play for something?” Jiyong hits the cue ball, cracking the triangle of colors apart, and watches them as a few are pocketed.
Jiyong’s eyes are on him as he waits for a response. He sees the perspiration slowly building over the older man’s skin; Seunghyun’s never been very good at pool, but what’s the harm in a friendly bet?
“Yeah sure,” Seunghyun crosses his legs, his arm curled around the top of cue.
Jiyong pockets another ball, looking up at Seunghyun batting his lashes. He grins, not even looking when he makes the next shot, and lands it perfectly still. A third shot and Jiyong closes his eyes to give Seunghyun a chance to catch up. “Oops,” he whispers coyly.
Seunghyun rolls his eyes, positioning himself in front of a number labeled ‘6’. He’s griping the butt with one hand, the other focused on finally getting in a shot. When he, at long last, thinks he’s at the correct position and state of mind to finally knock the ball in, there’s a siren sound from across the bar.
Jiyong looks over first; the young bartender is being handcuffed and dragged out, roughly, for no apparent reason. Seunghyun doesn’t bother to think over his reaction, and tears through the space between both parties. He’s in their face, up close and personal, spewing hatred and anger with looks alone.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Seunghyun attempts to push through them and grab his friend’s hand. “He hasn’t done anything.”
One of the men—a very tall man with broad shoulders and a pinstripe suit—pushes Seunghyun back and stands in the way. “Dongwoon is being arrested for reasons that don’t concern you.” The man pulls Seunghyun in by the collar, hardly worrying about appearances now that the whole bar is in a panic. “I would suggest you leave before you suffer the same fate, asshole.”
He throws Seunghyun back against the bar, announcing to everyone: “You all have to leave. We’re taking the owner of this bar to the station for questioning and closing the bar permanently.”
Seunghyun is raging inside, ready to jump at this guy’s throat and rip him apart limb from limb. Jiyong doesn’t really think that’s a good idea, so he pulls Seunghyun with him as he bows to the detective and leaves peacefully. He knows his rights, but he also knows when he’s been extremely lucky.
Dongwoon doesn’t look up at Seunghyun as he passes, knowing it will just set him up for trouble he doesn’t need to be involved in. Jiyong helps by wrapping an arm around him and petting the nape of his neck, hoping it will calm him—if only temporarily.
The young detective smirks, pointing at Jiyong as he whispers to one of the policemen. “I thought he was a girl, cute though.”
more to come....
Comments are ♥
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Date: 2010-04-16 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-17 04:06 am (UTC)they'll have time to chat what with all the drama~
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Date: 2010-04-16 02:49 pm (UTC)I admit, I waited for the drama and this seems to be the start now.
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Date: 2010-04-17 04:07 am (UTC)lol.
I also am taking a break, because the rest is a bit confusing and complicated to write.
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Date: 2010-04-17 04:08 am (UTC)I did say in the notes I had to go on a bit of a hiatus because of exams and projects. ^_^;;
sorry if you have to wait a bit.
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Date: 2010-04-16 08:48 pm (UTC)Wonder what happened.
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Date: 2010-04-17 04:08 am (UTC)you will see, in the near future, I hope.
-bows-
thanks for reading.
omg. lovvveee
Date: 2010-04-21 07:47 am (UTC)mygoodness. your gtop fics are amazing <3 !
Re: omg. lovvveee
Date: 2010-04-21 12:38 pm (UTC)I originally planned to post the entire fic in like 3 shots from end to beginning if it was possible.
thanks for reading though.
-bows-