Cello Girl || G Dragon one shot
From my mini one shot collection on Wattpad and Archive Of Our Own
It was not rare for Jiyong to be taken over by stress. His brain would feel too small for his skull and his beard would grow out until his bandmates started pointing it out. Their teasing was enough to get him to shave it off.
Jiyong had a place to go when stress made his brain explode; a small theatre not far from the dorm. Once a week a young girl would go on stage, sitting under the huge round light with her cello. She would play her heart out and she would go none stop for thirty minutes. He would sit in the back even when there were little to no other people in the small room.
It was another one of his bad days when he entered the theatre, freshly shaved because Daesung had been kind enough to point out how greatly Jiyong's chin and cheeks resembled a hedgehog's back. He sat down at the very back, this time all alone in the room with the girl on stage. Her hair was different today. She had cut it short. Jiyong focused on the sharp edges as they bounced at the slightest move of her head. Jiyong closed his eyes and let the music enter his ears, calming his stressed mind. He sighed, smiling.
It ended all too soon as always. Jiyong stayed seated for a few moments. He pushed himself up and slouched out of the theatre. He threw a cigarette between his lips and fished the lighter out of his back pocket.
"Can I borrow that?" Jiyong looked around to find a girl with a cello case standing next to him. He recognised the perky cheeks and the sharp haircut. He handed her the lighter. "What's a superstar like you doing at my shows so regularly?" The smoke left her body through her nostrils and Jiyong stared for a second.
"Stress." She nodded understandingly. "You're really good. It's a shame that not a lot of people get to hear that."
"It's fine. I just enjoy playing. I'm glad you come, though. Thank you." She smiled up at Jiyong, wondering what he'd say if she asked him back to her place. She found his answer quite pleasing.
"So this is how you live. I was wondering about that, you know." She smiled at Jiyong, who was walking around her small flat, admiring the wall decorations. "I- You make me wonder..." Her eyes sparkled, making Jiyong hold eye contact very intensely. "You make me wonder about many things... Calm things. You fill my brain with calm things... Like what kind shampoo you use or the colour of your bedsheets. I like that." She raised her eyebrows. "I wonder about your name too."
"Alice. Alice Claire Turner." Jiyong's smile grew wider and Alice couldn't take her eyes off of the man, five years older, richer, more successful, beautiful as the strings of her cello, vibrating from her touch.
"Alice Claire Turner." He tasted the name on his lips, enjoying the sweetness that it gave off on his wet lips, much like her smile did. She tilted her head in the cutest of ways. Jiyong found it hard not to push aside the two-metre gap between them and bring his lips quite close to hers, so unmistakenly close.
"Okay," Alice breathed out in surprise as if she had been holding her breath. She reached up to kiss him and she felt how much he had needed her to do that. She felt how much it calmed him. She felt how much he wanted her to ask him to stay the night. She felt how much they should probably do this again next week.
She felt how much she wanted to let him.
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