[fic] big bang - gri - pure morning
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cupcake4mafiaTitle: Pure Morning
Pairing: GD/Seungri(/OFC)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Summary: Seungri gets in way over his head, but he's not alone. Somewhat self-indulgent threesome ficthat moves way too fast
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Seungri wakes up on a gorgeous pair of breasts. C-Cup, he estimates, closing his eyes again and sighing contentedly. There’s clean sheets smell all around, the faint scent of shampoo, girl smells, wonderful things to wake up to, and Seungri can’t wait to tell Youngbae that all his warnings to slow down on the booze last night were just as unnecessary as he had-
“Aw, look at him.”
That’s Jiyong’s voice.
“Cute little shit, isn’t he?”
Giggling.
“Shh, don’t wake him.”
Seungri is good at doing a lot of things at once; singing, dancing, riding on a scooter, whatever’s necessary. This is why, right now, he’s able to feign sleep, have a panic attack, and frantically remember details of last night all at the same time.
Haejung’s going-away party, compliments on Seungri’s outfit that were loudly interrupted by his “stylist,” three (four?) soju bombs, and then what?
People started leaving, didn’t they? Seunghyun-hyung was trying to pick him up like a sack of potatoes, but Seungri wasn’t having it. He wanted to stay with the big kids. Jiyong promised to take care of him.
More people left. It was just the three of them.
Just the three of them.
“Oh, Jesus,” Seungri sputters, sitting up abruptly.
Jiyong laughs. Seungri pulls the sheets up to his armpits, self-conscious and in no way soothed by Haejung’s hand on his knee. Jiyong is naked, too. This is not happening.
Except, it already happened, and it’s hitting him hard now, and he can’t shut his mouth.
“I didn’t, we didn’t, I didn’t mean to, I, uh.”
“Maknae, seriously, don’t have a heart attack.”
Seungri shuts his mouth because he’s done, not because Jiyong tells him to.
“It happens,” Jiyong continues, with a shrug.
Seungri looks down at Haejung to find the same unsympathetic smile on her face. Crawling under the covers for the next twenty years is really his only option.
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Haejung does have packing to do, so sometime around 11 Seungri reluctantly puts his pants on and follows Jiyong home. They make their way to the apartment without saying a word, but before Seungri can open the door, Jiyong’s in his face.
“This is only a big deal if you make it into one,” he says. “We were just drunk and having a good time.”
Seungri looks at the floor to the left of Jiyong’s shoes. He doesn’t have words for this kind of embarrassment.
“It was almost all about Haejung anyway,” Jiyong adds, jingling his keys.
“Almost,” Seungri repeats under his breath, putting on the best hung-over face he can when he’s this unbearably sober.
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Seungri puts it away until he has time to think about it. That time comes at about two in the morning, with Daesung snoring softly by his side.
Haejung was in Jiyong’s lap, tipping Jiyong’s chin up with her fingers, and she really looked like a noona, this was really Seungri’s kind of thing. He didn’t realize that he was touching himself until Jiyong looked at him.
“This kid, he wants everything I have.”
Seungri could almost cry now, it’s so embarrassing. At the time he didn’t care, at the time he didn’t care about anything, was happy to stumble into Haejung’s bed at the crook of a finger. He didn’t care that she had just kissed Jiyong, didn’t care if the backs of Jiyong’s hands pressed against his chest, because this was a project they were working on together, just like Strong Baby.
“Fuck,” Seungri whispers aloud.
He checks, but Daesung’s breathing hasn’t changed. Groaning, he gets up and goes to the bathroom, turns on the shower and leans against the wall, jerking off desperately.
Seungri could have said “too close,” he could have pushed away, but he never did. He liked the comfort of having Jiyong there. He liked the danger of having Jiyong there. His nose buried in Haejung’s clean hair, Jiyong tucked into Haejung’s neck so that his breath was on Seungri’s collarbone, both of their fingers inside her.
Seungri whimpers and comes and, yes, this is even worse.
---
He may not get over it, but he does move on. Maybe he moves on because Jiyong tells him to, Seungri can never really tell. He avoids the next few party invites, earning snickers and speculation as how he must have made an ass of himself the last time.
“He’d like you to think that,” Jiyong teases. “But really he just passed out. Poor kid.”
Youngbae seems suspicious, which isn’t surprising. He and Jiyong have always had that disappointed look, quiet gesturing, serious whispered conversation friendship that Seungri used to think was reserved for high school girls. It’s only now that they might be discussing him that it drives him crazy.
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“Jiyong-hyung doesn’t kick me out of bed too often lately,” Daesung says one night, attempting small talk. “Are you jealous of the new puppy?”
“Am I the old puppy?” Seungri grunts, refusing to leave the comfortable mask of his pillow.
“I think if you go to his bed, you’d make him really happy,” Daesung chuckles.
“Fine,” Seungri snaps, throwing the covers off.
Daesung isn’t really trying to get rid of him, but it’s annoying to have someone tell him what he already knows.
Jiyong’s sitting at his computer when Seungri shuffles in. Youngbae is on the bed with a book lying forgotten on his chest.
“Are we switching?” he asks with a yawn.
Seungri shrugs and Youngbae hops up, Boss trailing after him into the hallway. He closes the door behind him, leaving Seungri alone with Jiyong’s back.
“Sup?” Jiyong asks, not looking away from the screen.
“Tired of sharing with Mr. Sunshine,” Seungri lies, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching idly as Gaho sniffs his socks.
“At least he doesn’t grab you in your sleep,” Jiyong reminds him.
“You didn’t kiss me.”
Jiyong’s hands freeze on the keyboard.
“You could have,” Seungri continues, shocked at how easy the words are. “I was drunk enough.”
“It was a month ago and you’re still hung up on it?” Jiyong mumbles, typing again.
“It just doesn’t make sense. I mean, you touched my dick-“
“On accident!”
“On accident like five times, sure.”
“What the fuck do you want, Seungri?” Jiyong asks, pushing his laptop to the side and turning in his chair. “What more can I possibly do to make you feel less unhappy about this horrible experience?”
Seungri looks at Jiyong in his little chair, with his bangs up in a green hair tie and dark circles under his eyes, and it finally all clicks together.
“You were scared.”
Jiyong’s face doesn’t change, frown still set.
“You’re still scared.”
“Again, I ask, what is it you want?”
“I’ve just never seen you pussy out like that,” Seungri admits. “It’s like seeing Superman with his clothes on inside-out or something.”
“So you admit that I’m you’re idol?”
“Do you admit you wanted to kiss me?”
Jiyong gets up out of his chair and into Seungri’s lap. He really seems like a hyung.
“Don’t you dare flinch,” he warns.
Seungri doesn’t flinch. He lets Jiyong kiss him once, twice. Then, it’s not so much letting as it is accepting. It’s easy to slide back onto the bed, to have Jiyong’s lighter frame rest on his legs. Slow, deep kisses, just like Haejung, and Seungri wonders for the first time how close of a friend she was.
“We’re drunk,” Jiyong says.
“Okay,” Seungri agrees.
Then Gaho jumps on the bed and sniffs at Seungri’s face. Jiyong rolls onto his back and sighs.
“He’s jealous."
As if to prove this point, Gaho licks Jiyong’s forehead.
“This is why I don’t have a dog,” Seungri says.
“Like you get any action to be interrupted,” Jiyong says, directing a cute voice at Gaho.
“I was getting some just now.”
Jiyong smiles, and it’s one of those little special smiles he usually gives when Seungri compliments him on something he’s really proud of.
“How long?” Seungri asks.
“Oh, jeez, since I was like eight-”
“No, no, how long ... how long, me?” Seungri corrects, hoping his caveman language is clear enough.
Jiyong bites his lip, concentrating on scratching behind Gaho’s ear.
“Since before it was legal,” he answers.
Seungri rolls his eyes. Jiyong shoves him with his free hand.
“This isn’t Valentine’s Day confession time, okay? I’m not asking to be your boyfriend.”
“We would make terrible boyfriends,” Seungri agrees, laughing at the thought.
“We’re bad enough at being whatever we are.”
“Just,” Seungri hesitates, not sure at first if the words are right, but there really are no right words for this. “Don’t try to protect me from anything, okay? If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.”
Jiyong is quiet. Gaho hops off the bed, but overshoots and bumps into the wall. Jiyong and Seungri snort in unison. Seungri waits for Jiyong to say something, but he doesn’t, he just rolls over and wraps his arm around Seungri’s waist.
They fall asleep with the lights on.
Seungri wakes with no regrets.
Pairing: GD/Seungri(/OFC)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Summary: Seungri gets in way over his head, but he's not alone. Somewhat self-indulgent threesome fic
---
Seungri wakes up on a gorgeous pair of breasts. C-Cup, he estimates, closing his eyes again and sighing contentedly. There’s clean sheets smell all around, the faint scent of shampoo, girl smells, wonderful things to wake up to, and Seungri can’t wait to tell Youngbae that all his warnings to slow down on the booze last night were just as unnecessary as he had-
“Aw, look at him.”
That’s Jiyong’s voice.
“Cute little shit, isn’t he?”
Giggling.
“Shh, don’t wake him.”
Seungri is good at doing a lot of things at once; singing, dancing, riding on a scooter, whatever’s necessary. This is why, right now, he’s able to feign sleep, have a panic attack, and frantically remember details of last night all at the same time.
Haejung’s going-away party, compliments on Seungri’s outfit that were loudly interrupted by his “stylist,” three (four?) soju bombs, and then what?
People started leaving, didn’t they? Seunghyun-hyung was trying to pick him up like a sack of potatoes, but Seungri wasn’t having it. He wanted to stay with the big kids. Jiyong promised to take care of him.
More people left. It was just the three of them.
Just the three of them.
“Oh, Jesus,” Seungri sputters, sitting up abruptly.
Jiyong laughs. Seungri pulls the sheets up to his armpits, self-conscious and in no way soothed by Haejung’s hand on his knee. Jiyong is naked, too. This is not happening.
Except, it already happened, and it’s hitting him hard now, and he can’t shut his mouth.
“I didn’t, we didn’t, I didn’t mean to, I, uh.”
“Maknae, seriously, don’t have a heart attack.”
Seungri shuts his mouth because he’s done, not because Jiyong tells him to.
“It happens,” Jiyong continues, with a shrug.
Seungri looks down at Haejung to find the same unsympathetic smile on her face. Crawling under the covers for the next twenty years is really his only option.
---
Haejung does have packing to do, so sometime around 11 Seungri reluctantly puts his pants on and follows Jiyong home. They make their way to the apartment without saying a word, but before Seungri can open the door, Jiyong’s in his face.
“This is only a big deal if you make it into one,” he says. “We were just drunk and having a good time.”
Seungri looks at the floor to the left of Jiyong’s shoes. He doesn’t have words for this kind of embarrassment.
“It was almost all about Haejung anyway,” Jiyong adds, jingling his keys.
“Almost,” Seungri repeats under his breath, putting on the best hung-over face he can when he’s this unbearably sober.
---
Seungri puts it away until he has time to think about it. That time comes at about two in the morning, with Daesung snoring softly by his side.
Haejung was in Jiyong’s lap, tipping Jiyong’s chin up with her fingers, and she really looked like a noona, this was really Seungri’s kind of thing. He didn’t realize that he was touching himself until Jiyong looked at him.
“This kid, he wants everything I have.”
Seungri could almost cry now, it’s so embarrassing. At the time he didn’t care, at the time he didn’t care about anything, was happy to stumble into Haejung’s bed at the crook of a finger. He didn’t care that she had just kissed Jiyong, didn’t care if the backs of Jiyong’s hands pressed against his chest, because this was a project they were working on together, just like Strong Baby.
“Fuck,” Seungri whispers aloud.
He checks, but Daesung’s breathing hasn’t changed. Groaning, he gets up and goes to the bathroom, turns on the shower and leans against the wall, jerking off desperately.
Seungri could have said “too close,” he could have pushed away, but he never did. He liked the comfort of having Jiyong there. He liked the danger of having Jiyong there. His nose buried in Haejung’s clean hair, Jiyong tucked into Haejung’s neck so that his breath was on Seungri’s collarbone, both of their fingers inside her.
Seungri whimpers and comes and, yes, this is even worse.
---
He may not get over it, but he does move on. Maybe he moves on because Jiyong tells him to, Seungri can never really tell. He avoids the next few party invites, earning snickers and speculation as how he must have made an ass of himself the last time.
“He’d like you to think that,” Jiyong teases. “But really he just passed out. Poor kid.”
Youngbae seems suspicious, which isn’t surprising. He and Jiyong have always had that disappointed look, quiet gesturing, serious whispered conversation friendship that Seungri used to think was reserved for high school girls. It’s only now that they might be discussing him that it drives him crazy.
---
“Jiyong-hyung doesn’t kick me out of bed too often lately,” Daesung says one night, attempting small talk. “Are you jealous of the new puppy?”
“Am I the old puppy?” Seungri grunts, refusing to leave the comfortable mask of his pillow.
“I think if you go to his bed, you’d make him really happy,” Daesung chuckles.
“Fine,” Seungri snaps, throwing the covers off.
Daesung isn’t really trying to get rid of him, but it’s annoying to have someone tell him what he already knows.
Jiyong’s sitting at his computer when Seungri shuffles in. Youngbae is on the bed with a book lying forgotten on his chest.
“Are we switching?” he asks with a yawn.
Seungri shrugs and Youngbae hops up, Boss trailing after him into the hallway. He closes the door behind him, leaving Seungri alone with Jiyong’s back.
“Sup?” Jiyong asks, not looking away from the screen.
“Tired of sharing with Mr. Sunshine,” Seungri lies, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching idly as Gaho sniffs his socks.
“At least he doesn’t grab you in your sleep,” Jiyong reminds him.
“You didn’t kiss me.”
Jiyong’s hands freeze on the keyboard.
“You could have,” Seungri continues, shocked at how easy the words are. “I was drunk enough.”
“It was a month ago and you’re still hung up on it?” Jiyong mumbles, typing again.
“It just doesn’t make sense. I mean, you touched my dick-“
“On accident!”
“On accident like five times, sure.”
“What the fuck do you want, Seungri?” Jiyong asks, pushing his laptop to the side and turning in his chair. “What more can I possibly do to make you feel less unhappy about this horrible experience?”
Seungri looks at Jiyong in his little chair, with his bangs up in a green hair tie and dark circles under his eyes, and it finally all clicks together.
“You were scared.”
Jiyong’s face doesn’t change, frown still set.
“You’re still scared.”
“Again, I ask, what is it you want?”
“I’ve just never seen you pussy out like that,” Seungri admits. “It’s like seeing Superman with his clothes on inside-out or something.”
“So you admit that I’m you’re idol?”
“Do you admit you wanted to kiss me?”
Jiyong gets up out of his chair and into Seungri’s lap. He really seems like a hyung.
“Don’t you dare flinch,” he warns.
Seungri doesn’t flinch. He lets Jiyong kiss him once, twice. Then, it’s not so much letting as it is accepting. It’s easy to slide back onto the bed, to have Jiyong’s lighter frame rest on his legs. Slow, deep kisses, just like Haejung, and Seungri wonders for the first time how close of a friend she was.
“We’re drunk,” Jiyong says.
“Okay,” Seungri agrees.
Then Gaho jumps on the bed and sniffs at Seungri’s face. Jiyong rolls onto his back and sighs.
“He’s jealous."
As if to prove this point, Gaho licks Jiyong’s forehead.
“This is why I don’t have a dog,” Seungri says.
“Like you get any action to be interrupted,” Jiyong says, directing a cute voice at Gaho.
“I was getting some just now.”
Jiyong smiles, and it’s one of those little special smiles he usually gives when Seungri compliments him on something he’s really proud of.
“How long?” Seungri asks.
“Oh, jeez, since I was like eight-”
“No, no, how long ... how long, me?” Seungri corrects, hoping his caveman language is clear enough.
Jiyong bites his lip, concentrating on scratching behind Gaho’s ear.
“Since before it was legal,” he answers.
Seungri rolls his eyes. Jiyong shoves him with his free hand.
“This isn’t Valentine’s Day confession time, okay? I’m not asking to be your boyfriend.”
“We would make terrible boyfriends,” Seungri agrees, laughing at the thought.
“We’re bad enough at being whatever we are.”
“Just,” Seungri hesitates, not sure at first if the words are right, but there really are no right words for this. “Don’t try to protect me from anything, okay? If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.”
Jiyong is quiet. Gaho hops off the bed, but overshoots and bumps into the wall. Jiyong and Seungri snort in unison. Seungri waits for Jiyong to say something, but he doesn’t, he just rolls over and wraps his arm around Seungri’s waist.
They fall asleep with the lights on.
Seungri wakes with no regrets.
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Date: 2009-10-27 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-27 07:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for reminding me that there's good G-ri still out there.
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Date: 2009-10-29 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-27 07:50 pm (UTC)G-Ri gotta love them!
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Date: 2009-10-27 08:12 pm (UTC)this was AMAZING. just PERFECT. you did everything I could ever ask someone to do in a G-Ri fic
- you characterized Seungri in a believable way as opposed to making him shriek OMG HYUNG I'M SO SCANDALIZED AND YOUNG~~~~
- you wrote Jiyong well too -- he isn't hiding behind his stage persona in this fic, he's just... himself
- YOU STUCK IN GAHO!!!! and Boss. omg.
- YOU MENTIONED SEUNGRI BEING THE OLD PUPPY flkdjsd you have no idea how happy it makes me when people compare Seungri to a puppy. THEY ARE ONE AND THE SAME
- you wrote G-Ri's relationship so..... realistically, which is weird to say since hell if I know what their relationship is actually like, but idk. I'd imagine it to be more like this and less like TOM AND JERRY LOL 24/7!!!
kdlsjfdf I loved this SO MUCH and am definitely memming it and reading it like.... a hundred times more. I have never been this happy with a G-Ri fic in my life ;___; it was really lovely. it had the right amount of humor and sexual tension and fluff and cuteness and it was Seungri-centric and just UGH PERFECT IT WAS SO PERFECT.
ilu <333333
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Date: 2009-10-29 05:22 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for your comment! I'm glad you liked my characterization, since I'm new-ish to these guys, and I was actually wary to write from Seungri's POV.
I know what you mean about baby!Baby. The thing is...I can see Seungri being all "oh woe is little maknae me," but only to get what he wants XD
Really happy that you enjoyed this :3
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Date: 2009-10-27 09:32 pm (UTC)that was freaking CUTE and funny and...OMG the passed out drunk thingy part...just...AMAZING ~^_^~ hehehe
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Date: 2009-11-02 09:59 pm (UTC)“Do you admit you wanted to kiss me?”
Jiyong gets up out of his chair and into Seungri’s lap. He really seems like a hyung.
“Don’t you dare flinch,” he warns.
this one scene is just so damn right. I can see him walking over and sitting in Seungri's lap, just looking into is eyes all "I'm gonna do it no matter what you say now.", acting all superior and...♥
this is really all kinds of awesome. And Jun is gay ♥
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Date: 2009-11-05 04:58 am (UTC)♥
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