I’m thinking of this BigBang fic that’s inspired by the MADE series… The five of them are like in the mafia. I think it’s mainly GDYB with a touch of unrequited Todae?
I'm thinking of this BigBang fic that's inspired by the MADE series... The five of them are like in the mafia. I think it's mainly GDYB with a touch of unrequited Todae?
hi friends! i am looking for a certain nyongtory/gri fic. it is au, and they are both in college. seungri is like a math major or something and the fic starts out something like “seungri loves numbers” and that’s all i remember but i remember really liking it. does anyone know it?
title: suggestion
pair: todae kinda
length: ~165 words
description: daesung listens to his hyung
comment: i nearly cried when gd said on the ‘e’ naver starcast he wanted to see if daesung practices the drums naked. ...this description’s about as long as the dribble itself, oops.
Seunghyun fills the doorframe. The spoon in his coffee mug clinks against the side of the cup.
It is early.
“It's early,” he says.
Daesung doesn't start but still turns to him with wide eyes, like he didn't know Seunghyun was there, though Seunghyun's voice could never really scare him.
“I don't know, I thought...” he shifts stiffly against the vinyl drum stool. Seunghyun shifts within his burrito-blanket cocoon. “I thought I'd give what Youngbae-hyung said a try.”
The blinds are tilted skyward to let in the morning light, shining soft on his tawny skin. He shifts again. It squeaks this time.
“Aren't you cold?” Seunghyun asks.
Daesung looks down, looks down for a good few seconds. Then he seems to make a decision, stands, and slowly sets the drumsticks in their place.
“Yeah.” He makes his way towards Seunghyun's personal blanket shelter, which has now opened to welcome him into its folds.
“Ah, well. Guess Jiyong-hyung will be disappointed.”
title: room 114
pair: daeri (whaaat)
rating: pg-13
length: ~1085 words
description: Daesung and Seungri go back to their hotel after some promotions-related event in Osaka. Seungri is annoying.
comment: when i go to Mister Donut, all i seem to be able to do is write fic. the doughnuts inspire me, what can i say.
Daesung's head was sloshing with alcohol and irritation and Seungri just wouldn't stop talking.
“And I said– I said 'hyung, no offense, but I think my move works a little better', though honestly, his move sucked, and I was just being nice, but then–”
“Seungri.” Seungri didn't stop. Daesung gritted his teeth. “Seungri.”
“...and I – what is it, hyung?” He looked a little irritated, like he hadn't been the one babbling like a five year old no one cares to listen to. His cheeks were red with intoxication, and his lips were wet.
Daesung pinched the bridge of his nose. If he could will himself anywhere in the world, it would be back to the warm, private hotel room he was staying in for the duration of their promotions in Osaka. That place where Seungri wasn't.
Seungri coughed, and Daesung glared at him, unbidden. “Hyung,” he said again, looking around and taking in their surroundings, unaffected by Daesung's glare. “Where are we?
It was then that Daesung noticed that he had no fucking clue where they were. There were buildings, it was bright, but he didn't know Osaka like he knew Tokyo, and he was drunk to begin with.
“What happened to your razor sharp sense of direction, Seungri?”
Seungri huffed. “I could've sworn the subway station was this way.” He pouted at the ground.
Daesung sighed and looked at his watch. 12:54. The subways had already stopped. They were abandoned in Osaka just because Seungri had decided it would be a “fun adventure” to take the subway back to the hotel.
A drop of rain landed on his watch.
“Maybe we should call manager-hyung– ”
“Daesung-hyung, look.” Daesung raised his eyes to where Seungri was pointing excitedly. A brightly-lit neon sign flashing the word “SHANGRI-LA” in Roman letters in his face.
“It's a love hotel, Seungri.” His hand was on his phone, primed to call their manager to come save him from this hell.
Seungri looked at him like he was dim. All it did was piss off Daesung more. “Well, let's go.” Daesung's eyes popped open in surprise and he nearly dropped his phone when Seungri started pulling him by the arm through the hotel's front door.
“Seungri, I could just call the manager, or we could get a taxi –” he tried, but Seungri was already talking to the girl being the small window at the desk and getting room keys before Daesung's protests could even make it to his ears.
“This is great, hyung, I've always wanted to check out a love hotel,” he said as he walked down the hallway. Daesung couldn't do anything but follow. “I've read all about them, and –”
“It's a love hotel,” Daesung said. Seungri didn't stop walking. “You do realize what they're for, right? Don't you want to come with, you know, a girl or something?”
Seungri shot him a look over his shoulder. “Nah, it's fine.”
Seungri's vague answer hung between them as he pushed the key into the lock of Room 114, a rush of artificially cool air hitting Daesung's face as the door swung open. They walked in, and Seungri promptly threw himself on the bed. Daesung looked around.
“It's... normal.” He was surprised. He expected something more, maybe a heart-shaped bed or some whips and chains on the wall. It was pretty much just a hotel room, minus the fact that there was only one bed.
Seungri sat up in his place on the bed. “You're right,” he said, looking around. A small pout formed on his face. “That's disappointing.”
Seungri got off the bed and started exploring, going through drawers and getting on his knees to look for any sexy secrets under the bed. Daesung rolled his eyes, declared “I'm taking a shower” to no one in particular, and slumped his way to the bathroom.
When he came back to the room after a close call with some complimentary lube he almost mistook for shampoo, he was towel-drying his hair and found Seungri already buried under the plush covers of the bed.
Daesung draped the towel over the back of the chair and pushed the covers back, climbing into the bed. “I swear to God, Seungri, if you kick me even once tonight, I'll–”
But then he shut up, because suddenly, Seungri's mouth was on his. Daesung froze beneath him while Seungri nipped at his lips, trying to pull a response out of him.
“Hyung,” he nearly whined. “Hyung.”
And Daesung responded, wrapping his arms around Seungri's waist and planting his hands on Seungri's lower back. Seungri gave a low moan in response and took the opportunity to throw his leg over Daesung, straddling the other man. In this position, Daesung could feel Seungri, could feel him already half-hard against his hip.
Seungri moaned again, and Daesung's eyes snapped open. He pushed Seungri's shoulders so that the other man was forced to lean up. He was breathing heavy, his eyes half-lidded and barely even focusing on Daesung.
“I don't think so, Seungri,” was all he could say, pushing Seungri gently off of him and rolling onto his side. He felt the other man fall softly back on to the bed and felt Seungri's eyes on him.
“Hyuu-uung,” Seungri whined at his back, but Daesung was already drifting off to sleep.
~~
The next morning, Daesung found himself alone in the room, the sheets behind him cold. He could hear the shower running.
When Seungri finally emerged in a burst of steam, towel draped around his hips, he saw Daesung was awake and settled a glare on him.
“Seungri, why are you looking at me like that?” he said, peeking out from the confines of the bed. It really was very comfortable.
The furrow in Seungri's brow only deepened. “Thanks a lot, hyung,” he spit like a petulant child. “I came to a love hotel, and I didn't even get laid.”
All Daesung could do was look at him, and Seungri was not one to be the first to break a staring contest. Daesung finally looked away, slipping out of the bed and gathering his things from the floor, heading to the door. “You're really too much, maknae.”
He heard Seungri's calls of protest as the door shut behind him and he walked out of the hotel, hailing a taxi and climbing inside alone.
i’ve read a lot of fic over a lot of years and have liked some of very much, so here are the ones i think you should read as well. sorted by fandom, then by pair, with the author’s description/the fic’s first line, rating, and warnings. i’ll also throw in some extra notes for some of them.
bigbang
todae
“Do the Trick” by longleggedgit ・ “Five years after disbanding, Seunghyun decides to catch up.” (NC-17, futurefic) [Note: Based on a song by my favorite band, so I can’t not love it. All of this author’s stuff is A+, check it out.]
“Back to You” by meyghasa ・ “The road between Seunghyun and Daesung has always been a winding one, but Seunghyun isn't sure how much more he can take.” (NC-17)
“Drinking Games” by puckity ・ “Soju + Jiyong’s brain = Pretty much the greatest drinking game ever.“ (PG-15) [Note: Another author with a lot of good fics, hey-yo.]
Secrets in Soft Focus by xglimpsex ・ “Choi Seunghyun loves secrets.” (PG-15) [Note: Not 100% angsty, but deals with Daesung’s accident and coping, so that might be triggering for some.]
gtop
“All the King’s Horses” by gdgdbaby ･ “He wakes up one morning and Jiyong is gone.” (NC-17) [Note: AU. Angsty as hell. Also check out this author’s other fics.]
gdae
“For the Weak” by maayacola ･ “Jiyong likes being needed but hates to need.” (R-ish)
other good fic rec compilations (tbh, where I find most of the fic I like)
idk what to call this. but basically, an archive of videos/interviews/other things I find that give key hints into the characters of the people i’m writing about. i’ll add things as i find them.
big bang:
talk about friendship, loneliness, and (mostly Daesung’s) personality
title: drums
pair: todae (kind of not really)
rating: pg
length: ~850 words
description: Daesung is working in Japan and gets an unexpected visitor.
comment: inspired by BigBang’s recent Vogue interview, in which they talk about Daesung’s drum-playing hobby as well as how he’s kind of a loner. set around 2013.
When Daesung opened the door to his apartment, pretty much the last thing he expected to see was Choi Seunghyun standing there with a with a bag full of records and four bottles of wine.
Mostly because he was, you know, in Japan.
“…Hyung?”
Seunghyun gave Daesung a smile and a small raise of the eyebrows and Daesung got the point, moving to the side to let Seunghyun into the apartment. Closing the door behind him, he tried to wrap his mind around the situation. He shook his head (nothing should surprise me anymore, he thinks), and found the older man already carefully setting the wines on the low table in the living room.
Daesung crossed his arms and looked at Seunghyun from the doorway, his guest kneeling at eye-level with the wine bottles to get them at just the right angle. “Hyung, not that I’m not happy you’re here, but…” Seunghyun continued to focus on the wines. “…why are you here?”
“Do you have wine glasses?” Seunghyun asked, ignoring the question completely. Daesung shrugged and went to the kitchen. When he returned, Seunghyun was sitting on the floor against the couch, appreciating his fine wine display.
Daesung handed him the glasses, and Seunghyun accepted them with a thanks. Daesung sat on the couch and watched Seunghyun artfully place the wine glasses on either side of the bottles, take out his cell phone to snap a photo of his hard work, and proceed to pop them open with the opener he apparently brought with him.
“This is a Sangiovese.” Seunghyun wasn’t looking at him, concentrating on pouring the first in the line of wines ever so carefully into the glasses. Daesung thought such an action suited him.
“Sounds fancy and Italian.” He accepted the glass Seunghyun offered him. “Would expect nothing less of you, hyung.”
Seunghyun sat on the floor, focused on swishing the wine around in its glass without letting it splash over the lip. He looked to Daesung and held out his glass. “Kanpai.”
“Kanpai.” They clinked glasses, and Daesung raised his to his lips and took a sip of the wine. It tasted like every other wine Seunghyun ever brought, kind of sour and warm as it slid down Daesung’s throat. Not bad, but it all tasted pretty much the same to him.
Seunghyun swallowed slowly. “Sweet,” Seunghyun said, and Daesung didn’t agree, but it didn’t really matter. It was nice, and it was enough to see a familiar face against the backdrop of the unfamiliar apartment, and he relaxed a little deeper into the couch, taking another sip of the wine.
“Manager-hyung said you started playing the drums,” Daesung’s head popped up in surprise. Seunghyun met his eyes. Daesung shifted in his seat.
“Yeah, I just… wanted something to do?” He looked at the drum set in the corner of the small living room. “I guess I get kind of bored here alone.”
Seunghyun hummed thoughtfully and Daesung watched him scan the over the apartment from his spot on the floor. There wasn’t much to look at – the coffee table and couch, along with a half-empty bookshelf, his drum set, and a couple boxes Daesung still hadn’t unpacked stacked in the corner.
Aside from the drums, it barely looked like anyone lived there. Of course, that wouldn’t have been so far off, given that the majority of Daesung’s time was dedicated to promotions and concert preparations, and his apartment was pretty much just a place to pass out at night from exhaustion.
As much as he was enjoying Japan, as exhilarating as having solo concerts was and even with as much positive feedback he was receiving from fans and everyone, he had to admit, it was a little lonely. To be on the stage and have no one to share the excitement with, no one who knew, who really got what it felt like to get to where he was in those moments. No one to come back to the hotel with and stay up past midnight talking about the what ifs and the remember whens.
“Oh yeah –” Daesung snapped out of his daze while Seunghyun started shuffling through the paper bag he had brought with him. He pulled out records one-by-one, at least six of them, and started fanning them out on the floor. “I asked around to get some recommendations. Apparently Rush’s drummer is supposed to be great, and I read that Buddy Rich was named the ‘world’s greatest drummer’ or something,” he said by way of explanation. His fingers rested on the records. “I thought maybe you could use some inspiration.”
Daesung looked at Seunghyun’s face, eyes wide and lips parted. “You… came all the way to Japan to give me records?”
“I mean… I wasn’t really busy,” he said softly, eyes turned down toward the array of cases on the floor. “And the wine, too.” He looked at Daesung and gave him a half-smirk. “The wine is good, right?”
Daesung couldn’t help but smile in response. “Yeah, the wine’s great.” He set his wine glass on the coffee table and studied the records. “The only thing is, hyung…” Seunghyun looked at him.
“…I don’t have a record player.”
note: “kanpai” is like “cheers” in Japanese.
So I guess this is set a few years ago, around the time T.O.P/the rest of BigBang would’ve found out Daesung started playing the drums. Also the “past midnight” thing was from that one time GD said Daesung didn’t stay up past 12AM. :’)
Also frick. I love Todae – even just their friendship. Like, every time Daesung hits T.O.P with that smile, he looks like he just wants to squish Daesung to pieces. And I’m just like, same, T.O.P. Same.
update apparently daesung has played the drums for a while, my bad. whatever, he has great arms and i don’t think anyone’s mad about it
title: flashing lights
pair: todae
rating: pg-13? for being kinda sexy and also bad words
length: ~2500 words
comment: AU. idk how this got so long, but basically, 2500 words of “bigbang goes to a club.” also this is my first bigbang fic -- they have sucked me back into this world. curses.
Seunghyun honestly wasn't sure how Jiyong found these people. Sometimes he met them at the grocery store where he worked, sometimes on the subway or at McDonald's. Jiyong made friends easily, that was all. Seunghyun, on the other hand, did not, and always found it mildly uncomfortable when the random guy Jiyong picked up on the side of the road tried to fit into the little group.
This time, though, he wasn't complaining.
He watched the three of them swerve and dance their way toward the stage. The club was already pretty packed, people lingering at the tables, chatting and drinking their way to confidence. As per usual, Seungri and Jiyong were ready to party from the moment they walked in and immediately pulled Jiyong's new friend with them to the dancefloor, yelling something about saving them a spot and be back in ten to Seunghyun, and they were promptly swallowed up by the raging mass of people.
From his place against the bar, Seunghyun looked out at the crowd and occasionally would catch a glimpse of Jiyong's unmistakable silver hair bobbing up and down when the flashing lights glinted over it. And he could see a flash of white where Jiyong's friend was, his teeth practically fucking glowed in the dark and he hadn't seemed to stop smiling since Jiyong introduced them.
*
“Hyung, this is Daesung. Daesung, Seunghyun-hyung.”
“It's nice to meet you.” Seunghyun blinked in surprise when the kid hit him with a blinding smile.
“Yeah... nice to meet you.” Though he might've been blinded, he wasn't totally repulsed by this one. A good start. He took the kid's outsretched hand and gave it a single, lazy shake. “What ditch did Jiyong pull you from?”
The smile didn't falter. “Oh, I work at a Chinese restaurant near his house, and he ordered delivery,” the kid explained, like delivering food to someone and then going clubbing with them was a natural outcome. “He asked if I wanted to go out tonight, and I guess I did, 'cause here I am.”
Seunghyun was mildly amused by his admittedly vague explanation, but it was good enough – he didn't care that much. He felt, though, it was only fair to warn the kid about what he was getting into.
“You're gonna wanna be careful,” he started. The kid tipped his head to the side, smile still plastered on. Kind of cute, Seunghyun couldn’t help but think. The thought was shoved out as quickly as it had slipped in.
“Why?”
“Watch out for Jiyong. When it comes to clubbing he's kind of... kind of a dragon.”
*
Leaning against the bar, he could see that Daesung was having no trouble. He was jumping up and down, clasping hands with Seungri while they seemed to be shouting the lyrics to whatever shit American pop song remix pumping through the speakers. He took the last sip of his whiskey and toyed with the idea of abandoning his spot and going to join them when he heard a glass clink down next to him.
“Here alone tonight, hyung?”
Seunghyun turned and met the smiling eyes of the bartender, who had just plopped the drink on the bar. “Here, this'll give you a little boost, so you can stop staring at them and get out there instead.”
Seunghyun laughed and took the whiskey, nodding his thanks. “Thanks, Youngbae, but you know it's better to let them burn off some steam first.” He brought the glass to his lips. “You know I'll end up getting punched in the face or something if I go out there now.”
Youngbae laughed, his eyes pressing into crescent moons. “They are like little kids. Freakishly tall, drunk little kids in a candy store.” Dong Youngbae was one of Jiyong's oldest friends, and ever since he got a gig working the bar, the three of them had been coming to this club almost every weekend since Seungri turned legal. Well, usually it ended up being four, including whoever Jiyong had plucked off the street that afternoon.
And today's pick hadn't seemed to slip under Youngbae's radar. “Who's the poor kid Ji dragged along today?” He looked out and tried to spot them in the crowd. “It's not the same guy who tried to get you all to go home with him last time, is it?”
“No, thank God. I wasn't really up for an orgy with him and his wife that night.” Seunghyun half shivered at the memory and half marveled at Jiyong for being able to attract such people to begin with. “It's some kid named Daesung.” Seunghyun looked out and saw a bob of silver. “A delivery boy. Seems pretty normal.”
“Weird, Ji usually doesn't go for normal,” Youngbae said with a laugh, and turned his attention to a customer next to him, giving Seunghyun a chance to sip at his whiskey. The rainbow lights flashed over him.
Weird.
*
Three whiskeys and half a gin and tonic into it, Seunghyun was feeling effectively buzzed – nobody ever praised his high alcohol tolerance – and was finally about to put one foot in front of the other to go out and meet the other three. As he did, he saw flash of white headed towards him, slipping through tight black dresses and bodies sliding against each other to make his way towards the bar.
“Seunghyun-hyung!” Daesung was breathless and beaming as he practically threw himself on the barstool next to Seunghyun. “What are you still doing here?”
Seunghyun smiled at him, just 'cause he couldn't fucking not, in the face of the kid's megawatt grin. “Some of us need to actually get a little drunk before we act like freaks.”
Daesung laughed, and the sound was deep and a little hoarse and Seunghyun wondered if his voice was always like that, throaty and light. “I guess that's fair enough.” He turned to Youngbae behind Seunghyun's back, who had apparently come over to size up the new kid. “I'll have one of whatever he's got.” Youngbae winked and set off to work.
Daesung looked out over the crowd, smile still lingering on his lips, even though he wasn't talking to anyone. Seunghyun nursed his drink and let his eyes drift over Daesung's form. His hair was kind of long, smooth, brushed to the side, showcasing his prominent nose and, Seunghyun noticed for the first time, his small eyes, which were currently squinting even smaller as they scanned the mass of people.
“Do you do this often?” Daesung's attention popped back to Seunghyun, question marks floating above his head.
“Do what?” He shouted back over the deafening music.
“Go to clubs.”
The smiled returned, and Seunghyun felt himself drift a little closer. “No, not really. I guess it's not my scene.” He laughed again, deep in his chest, and Seunghyun felt his mouth turn up at the edges. “But what's so hard about jumping up and down?” he said, punctuating the question with a comical shrug of his shoulders.
“I guess it's not hard,” Seunghyun said, whether or not Daesung heard him, he wasn't sure. At the same moment, Youngbae came back with the gin and tonic, and Daesung reached for his wallet, but paused when Youngbae shook his head. “Don't worry about it, this one's on the house.” He smiled. “For keeping Jiyong busy. He's a danger to us all, so really, you did everyone a favor.”
Daesung thanked him politely and accepted the drink, and as he walked towards the other side of the bar, Youngbae caught Seunghyun's eye. “He seems like a good kid,” he said low enough that Daesung couldn't hear. “Don't let Ji scare him too bad.”
Seunghyun laughed and nodded as Youngbae headed off. Though he was best friends with Jiyong – as baffling as that was to anyone who knew them – Seunghyun would never doubt Youngbae's character judgement. He looked at Daesung, sipping quietly at his gin and tonic, eyes fixed a couple standing at a table nearby touching each others' arms lightly. Seunghyun certainly agreed with Youngbae on that one.
As if he had heard his name, just at that moment, Jiyong burst through the outer layer of dancers, a flushed Seungri in tow, and they made a bee-line for the bar.
“Daesung! What're you doing here?” Interest was quickly lost as Jiyong spotted his drink. “What are you drinking?” Without waiting for any answers, he turned to Seunghyun. “Hyung, what? You're already red! We were gone for like five minutes! Now we have to catch up.” He waved over Youngbae, who gave him an impatient hand as he finished up with another customer. “Let's do shots!”
Youngbae poured them out, two each, three for Daesung (“Cause you're our guest,” Jiyong told him), they toasted the night and threw them back. Seunghyun didn't particularly enjoy the burn of the alcohol as it blazed down his throat, but he liked the way it worked fast, and that would do if he had any plans to make his way to the floor tonight.
Which, it would seem, Jiyong was already ready for when he slammed his second glass back on the counter and announced, “Alright, well, I've got some girl with a razor hair cut and the tightest fucking ass you've ever seen waiting for me, so let's get back out there.” He turned without waiting and, ignoring Seungri's protests and claims that no, she was definitely into me, hyung, they were again swallowed up by the crowd.
*
Seunghyun was drunk enough that the lights were starting to blur, the music was getting heavy and he could feel it pulsating in his ears, boom boom boom, and Daesung was still on his barstool looking amused and maybe a little lost.
“Hyung!” His voice found its way to Seunghyun's ears in between the beats and the bass, and Seunghyun looked down at him. His cheeks were pink, and he was all teeth. “Wanna follow them?”
Seunghyun must've nodded, because Daesung proceeded to throw back his last shot and chase it with his watered-down gin and tonic, grimaced, and popped off the barstool. He wrapped his hand around Seunghyun's forearm and that's pretty much all he could feel as Daesung led him into the crowd.
They bumped and swayed through the heaving bodies, the air palpable and settling on Seunghyun's skin in a way that would make him want to run out the door if he weren't drunk. Daesung's fingers were still pressed into his arm, and he guessed that they were maybe looking for Jiyong or Seungri or something but Seunghyun thought that it’d be fine if they just stopped here and grabbed Daesung's hand to pull him back.
They locked eyes and Daesung got it, he smiled and started jumping in time with the music, with the same energy as Jiyong but maybe a little less finesse, a little less cool. His fingers fell away from Seunghyun's and he threw his hands in the air, closing his eyes and letting the music rush with the alcohol through his blood. Seunghyun looked at the way his hair fell in the flashing lights, how the curve of his shoulder blade smoothed into the soft lines of his waist, right into his hips which were currently moving in such a way...
“-un-Hyung! Hellooo, hyung!” Seunghyun's eyes popped back up to Daesung's face, and he realized that Daesung had been looking at him and trying to get his attention for who knows how long. “Is that how you dance?”
Obviously he was joking, because Seunghyun had just been standing there, but Seunghyun ignored the jab and took the opportunity to start moving from hip to hip in time with the music. He wasn't good at this, but what was so hard about it? Just like Daesung said.
Daesung, at least, seemed satisfied, shot Seunghyun a smile and turned his attention back to the DJ onstage, jumping higher than Seunghyun's height with the beat. It was almost like he was trying to fly, Seunghyun thought.
Seunghyun couldn't make friends like Jiyong. It wasn't easy for him. He didn't like people that much, and he never cared to pretend otherwise. In fact, Seunghyun never cared to pretend to be anything other than what he was.
Afraid he was going to fly away, Seunghyun grabbed Daesung's upper arm, and Daesung turned to him, startled. Seunghyun ran his hand down the back of his arm, and Daesung watched on curiously, quietly, as Seunghyun abandoned his arm for his waist and Daesung's hand was drifting up to his shoulder and they moved together.
Seunghyun wasn't really sure if this was right, but it felt alright, and Seunghyun was really in no state of mind to pretend otherwise – especially when Daesung's hand was drifting down his arm, covering a hand on his waist and leading them, crashing their hips together, and fuck it, maybe Seunghyun could move, could fly, maybe if it was with Daesung...
...he was just thinking right as a flustered Jiyong showed up over Daesung's shoulder, getting in Seunghyun's face and pulling him out of the sky and back to the ground, and suddenly the music was too loud and the bass too heavy and Daesung was very real under his fingers. He took a step back.
*
As it turned out, that girl was into Seungri, and she had taken him home, leaving the three of them stuffed in a taxi with Jiyong muttering things like shitty little maknae and always gets what he wants and Daesung's thigh tight against Seunghyun's in the backseat.
“And you can't fucking trust a girl with short hair, I'll tell ya that much,” Jiyong whined after he had told the driver his address. Seunghyun's hand settled on Daesung's leg as he laughed and said, “Well, at least now you know, hyung,” and it was easy.
*
The cab stopped at the curb, and the two of them walked Jiyong to the door of his building and wished him a goodnight, Daesung thanking him for the invite and Jiyong saying No, no, you're welcome anytime, just as long as you don't try to rob me of any girls, and Daesung laughed and promised he wouldn't.
The two shuffled back into the backseat and Daesung told the driver his address as they sped off.
“How far is your place, hyung?”
Seunghyun paused. “I... uh,” he hadn't thought about it. “It's not too close.” He grimaced. “I forgot I took the subway here.”
Daesung looked at him, his eyes unreadable. “Oh, well, my place is close, so...” He looked to the side before meeting Seunghyun's eyes again. “Want to just stay with me?”
Just like that, Seunghyun thought. It wasn’t a normal, everyday thing to deliver Chinese food to someone's house, go clubbing with them, and then take one of their best friends home. But Seunghyun, just this once, thought that he could certainly pretend that it was.
“I'd appreciate it.”
***
it was just gonna be like a short sexy ‘they meet in this club and it is just that and nothing more’ kinda thing but idk i am a sap and also they are all best friends, so it got super long and ended up having a normal, happy ending. sigh.
also i don’t really know much about korean relationships? like would daesung call t.o.p “hyung” right off the bat, or would he call him like Choi-ssi or something? so take that with a grain of salt, and apologies for any mistakes.
