GTOP -- oneshot-- R -- Candy and Rainbows
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ebyruTitle: Candy & Rainbows.....can die!
Pairing: GTop (JiyongxSeunghyun)
Rating: R for language and situations
Genre: Angst, AU?
Summary: Jiyong can't cope with separation. But neither can Seunghyun.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Notes: Unbetad. Written for the happy ending haters. (lol) I'm in a terrible mood, sorry for the sad feeling throughout.
Fuck me, Jiyong whispers as he lies in bed. And unlike what Taeyang might have thought, or what Daesung might have assumed, or what Seung Ri would be pleased with, he didn't mean it in a sexual way at all.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
There's no sleeping, there's no dreaming, there's just the nagging whistle of the rain against the window, and he almost wishes he could be washed away like the mosquitoes no longer stuck on the glass.
Jiyong throws his legs over the side of his bed, pushing himself to stand most ungraciously, and stalks toward the rustle against the transparent surface. He stares at each drop like it might be the last he ever sees.
Then there's him.
Like a devastating wave crashing against the sand, everything that matters is swept away, leaving nothing but darkness behind. Those ebony eyes, darker than the depths of the sea, force their way inside his body, taking over his soul with every second that passes.
Jiyong pushes away from the glass. His hands are dampened, surprisingly. The glass was keeping him safely away from the storm. Jiyong brings his palm closer to stare at the moisture, and as he does so, another drop falls into the center of his hand.
Tears.
Jiyong wipes his eyes with his oversized t-shirt before he lets the truth sink in further than it needs to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seunghyun is sitting in the rain outside, hoping Jiyong didn't notice him watching yet. He's never felt more like a stalker in his life, but it seems reasonable considering how long they've known each other (as well as the fact that they live in the same building).
He finally stands after having been in the rain for nearly two hours. Seunghyun was certain Jiyong's phone was on, but for some reason he didn't read the message he sent. He knows they have so much to discuss.
Seunghyun knocks against the glass, not because it's locked, but because it's the polite thing to do. Jiyong will eternally be his leader, despite what happens from here on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jiyong pretends he doesn't hear it. He lies back down in bed, his hands tucked behind his head, his biggest headphones on.
Seunghyun can barely see if Jiyong is even in his room, so he slides the glass door open, escaping the rain he loathes and loves so much -- thanks to Jiyong.
It's his enemy on good days, his companion through hardship; it's everything he wishes he could be and more. Jiyong taught him that.
Jiyong uses what little acting skills he has to pretend he's not only deaf, but blind and mute. Seunghyun will not get to him this time; they are forbidden to.
"Jiyong...," Seunghyun clears his throat. It's hoarse, it's rough, it's rugged from the cold the rain will--no doubt--bring on.
Jiyong screws his eyes shut, praying Seunghyun will get the message and just leave.
"Jiyong, I know you can hear me." Seunghyun's voice is softer than the times when he's performing alongside Jiyong. Those times his aim is to please the girls; he knows they like the raspy sounds he can create. But Jiyong prefers the smooth tones. "Answer me, goddammit."
Jiyong takes off his earphones, sitting up in his bed and crossing his legs below him. "Yes hyung, I'm listening."
"Cut the shit," Seunghyun snaps, sinking into the bed at Jiyong's feet. His shirt is hugging his every curve, making it seem as though it's painted on. Jiyong wishes he didn't notice how beautiful Seunghyun's hair is when it's wet, or the way his chest heaves when he's being serious, or the darkened expression in his eyes when he's in love.
But there it is again. Jiyong's heart skips a beat.
"What do you want from me?" Jiyong looks away, his gaze back on the light tapping of rain water against his glass windows.
Seunghyun growls and leans in to shake Jiyong, to get his attention back. "It's not what I want from you, I just want to know what we're going to do."
He sounds desperate, needy, genuine. Seunghyun is on the brink of tears and all Jiyong can think is how much he wants to be pulled away by the storm.
"There is no 'we'. Our manager made that clear, don't you think?" Jiyong tries to push Seunghyun's arms off, only to be pulled in closer, squeezed so tightly he can almost feel his life slipping away with each moment that the Seunghyun realizes it's factual.
His grip loosens, but not enough for Jiyong to move away. Seunghyun's chest caves in, the cry that comes after startling Jiyong back to reality. He blinks, feeling the taller man's skin rub against his own with each tremble from his body.
Seunghyun never cries. And if he does, he never shows it.
Jiyong presses his palms against Seunghyun's chest, cupping the broken hearted man's face with both hands. "Seunghyun--"
Seunghyun leans up for a kiss, his hair dripping onto their clothes, the sheets, the blanket, but neither man cares. Jiyong whimpers, the drops so cold as they fall against him.
Seunghyun takes the small sound as permission to venture on. His hips mirror his lips as he rolls them against every curve and bulge. Jiyong moans, his palms still firmly against Seunghyun's chest, ready to push at any moment.
Seunghyun ignores the slight resistance and slips a hand below Jiyong's shirt, scraping his fingers over prominent hip bones and smooth skin. Jiyong groans, nibbling on the lips he cherishes so much in retaliation.
Seunghyun moans, licking over his swollen lip to soothe the burning feeling going through it. "You still want me," he says almost triumphantly.
Jiyong huffs, his fingers tangling in Seunghyun's hair. "There was never a doubt--" Seunghyun cuts him off with a rough kiss, fiddling with Jiyong's boxer shorts.
The rest was left unsaid, unheard and unthought of by Seunghyun, but it drowned out even the best sensations for Jiyong.
But we can no longer be together.
----End----
Comments are ♥
Pairing: GTop (JiyongxSeunghyun)
Rating: R for language and situations
Genre: Angst, AU?
Summary: Jiyong can't cope with separation. But neither can Seunghyun.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Notes: Unbetad. Written for the happy ending haters. (lol) I'm in a terrible mood, sorry for the sad feeling throughout.
Fuck me, Jiyong whispers as he lies in bed. And unlike what Taeyang might have thought, or what Daesung might have assumed, or what Seung Ri would be pleased with, he didn't mean it in a sexual way at all.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
There's no sleeping, there's no dreaming, there's just the nagging whistle of the rain against the window, and he almost wishes he could be washed away like the mosquitoes no longer stuck on the glass.
Jiyong throws his legs over the side of his bed, pushing himself to stand most ungraciously, and stalks toward the rustle against the transparent surface. He stares at each drop like it might be the last he ever sees.
Then there's him.
Like a devastating wave crashing against the sand, everything that matters is swept away, leaving nothing but darkness behind. Those ebony eyes, darker than the depths of the sea, force their way inside his body, taking over his soul with every second that passes.
Jiyong pushes away from the glass. His hands are dampened, surprisingly. The glass was keeping him safely away from the storm. Jiyong brings his palm closer to stare at the moisture, and as he does so, another drop falls into the center of his hand.
Tears.
Jiyong wipes his eyes with his oversized t-shirt before he lets the truth sink in further than it needs to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seunghyun is sitting in the rain outside, hoping Jiyong didn't notice him watching yet. He's never felt more like a stalker in his life, but it seems reasonable considering how long they've known each other (as well as the fact that they live in the same building).
He finally stands after having been in the rain for nearly two hours. Seunghyun was certain Jiyong's phone was on, but for some reason he didn't read the message he sent. He knows they have so much to discuss.
Seunghyun knocks against the glass, not because it's locked, but because it's the polite thing to do. Jiyong will eternally be his leader, despite what happens from here on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jiyong pretends he doesn't hear it. He lies back down in bed, his hands tucked behind his head, his biggest headphones on.
Seunghyun can barely see if Jiyong is even in his room, so he slides the glass door open, escaping the rain he loathes and loves so much -- thanks to Jiyong.
It's his enemy on good days, his companion through hardship; it's everything he wishes he could be and more. Jiyong taught him that.
Jiyong uses what little acting skills he has to pretend he's not only deaf, but blind and mute. Seunghyun will not get to him this time; they are forbidden to.
"Jiyong...," Seunghyun clears his throat. It's hoarse, it's rough, it's rugged from the cold the rain will--no doubt--bring on.
Jiyong screws his eyes shut, praying Seunghyun will get the message and just leave.
"Jiyong, I know you can hear me." Seunghyun's voice is softer than the times when he's performing alongside Jiyong. Those times his aim is to please the girls; he knows they like the raspy sounds he can create. But Jiyong prefers the smooth tones. "Answer me, goddammit."
Jiyong takes off his earphones, sitting up in his bed and crossing his legs below him. "Yes hyung, I'm listening."
"Cut the shit," Seunghyun snaps, sinking into the bed at Jiyong's feet. His shirt is hugging his every curve, making it seem as though it's painted on. Jiyong wishes he didn't notice how beautiful Seunghyun's hair is when it's wet, or the way his chest heaves when he's being serious, or the darkened expression in his eyes when he's in love.
But there it is again. Jiyong's heart skips a beat.
"What do you want from me?" Jiyong looks away, his gaze back on the light tapping of rain water against his glass windows.
Seunghyun growls and leans in to shake Jiyong, to get his attention back. "It's not what I want from you, I just want to know what we're going to do."
He sounds desperate, needy, genuine. Seunghyun is on the brink of tears and all Jiyong can think is how much he wants to be pulled away by the storm.
"There is no 'we'. Our manager made that clear, don't you think?" Jiyong tries to push Seunghyun's arms off, only to be pulled in closer, squeezed so tightly he can almost feel his life slipping away with each moment that the Seunghyun realizes it's factual.
His grip loosens, but not enough for Jiyong to move away. Seunghyun's chest caves in, the cry that comes after startling Jiyong back to reality. He blinks, feeling the taller man's skin rub against his own with each tremble from his body.
Seunghyun never cries. And if he does, he never shows it.
Jiyong presses his palms against Seunghyun's chest, cupping the broken hearted man's face with both hands. "Seunghyun--"
Seunghyun leans up for a kiss, his hair dripping onto their clothes, the sheets, the blanket, but neither man cares. Jiyong whimpers, the drops so cold as they fall against him.
Seunghyun takes the small sound as permission to venture on. His hips mirror his lips as he rolls them against every curve and bulge. Jiyong moans, his palms still firmly against Seunghyun's chest, ready to push at any moment.
Seunghyun ignores the slight resistance and slips a hand below Jiyong's shirt, scraping his fingers over prominent hip bones and smooth skin. Jiyong groans, nibbling on the lips he cherishes so much in retaliation.
Seunghyun moans, licking over his swollen lip to soothe the burning feeling going through it. "You still want me," he says almost triumphantly.
Jiyong huffs, his fingers tangling in Seunghyun's hair. "There was never a doubt--" Seunghyun cuts him off with a rough kiss, fiddling with Jiyong's boxer shorts.
The rest was left unsaid, unheard and unthought of by Seunghyun, but it drowned out even the best sensations for Jiyong.
But we can no longer be together.
----End----
Comments are ♥
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Depressing...
Date: 2010-06-04 05:27 am (UTC)But it was cute and I loved it!
Re: Depressing...
Date: 2010-06-04 05:50 am (UTC)thanks for reading? lol
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Date: 2010-06-04 06:06 am (UTC)"Jiyong wishes he didn't notice how beautiful Seunghyun's hair is when it's wet, or the way his chest heaves when he's being serious, or the darkened expression in his eyes when he's in love.
But there it is again. Jiyong's heart skips a beat."
FAVORITE PART <33333
& the almost-smut at the end killed me *o*
KEEP WRITING <3
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Date: 2010-06-04 02:59 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it, despite all the warnings I put. lol. bad mood = bad ending fic.
thank you again for reading.
-bows-
I appreciate it. ♥
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Date: 2010-06-04 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 02:59 pm (UTC)and thanks for commenting~
-bows-
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Date: 2010-06-04 10:04 am (UTC)i miss your writing dear.
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Date: 2010-06-04 03:01 pm (UTC)glad you read it anyways~
I did warn everyone..xD
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:30 pm (UTC)I'm surprised anyone bothered to read this with all of the warnings.
-bows-
I appreciate it.
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:32 pm (UTC)I appreciate you taking the time to read this.
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:32 pm (UTC)my pleasure.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2010-06-07 11:36 pm (UTC)Jiyong wishes he didn't notice how beautiful Seunghyun's hair is when it's wet, or the way his chest heaves when he's being serious, or the darkened expression in his eyes when he's in love.
This is my favorite, I can imagine this in my mind.
I'm surprised anyone bothered to read this with all of the warnings.
A sad GTOP fic is a GTOP fic yet, and I cannot resist.
PS: I'm still waiting for "The Room".
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Date: 2010-06-08 03:25 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it.
And yes, I was thinking about that today.
I'm trying to get myself back into the mindset, but it's hard when you're upset of life in general.
I promise I will try to continue this week though.
Might not be long, however. x.x
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Date: 2010-06-08 04:26 am (UTC)I'm glad that despite your bad feelings you have written a GTOP fic.
Don't worry, just take your time.
I'll be waiting. ^^
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Date: 2010-06-10 08:05 pm (UTC)As you described how they felt~ ah it was beautiful~
When you wrote how the rain made them wet and cold..I actually got chills! Really good writing and an amazingly heartbreaking story c:
I would have liked a sequel though xD Just because I love seeing them together.
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Date: 2010-06-11 03:40 am (UTC)I've actually been really down this week so I'm glad you (as well as the others) have enjoyed this despite that.
well, if you were reading my 'the room' fic, you will be happy because I plan to continue the next part this week. =)
thanks so much for commenting.
-bows-