title: the roads we take
pairing: gri with hints of ot-5; gdyb, tobae and daeri.
word count: 5 000 words
disclaimer: The characters are not mine sadly; only the plot is.
This is written for the second round of the Big Bang Comment Fic Fest which is one of the most delightful events I have participated in to date. (:
Prompt from the lovely vvipforseungri:
"The only thing I have to do in life is die. Everything else is a choice."
- G-DragonEpilogue: Part 1
Epilogue: Part 2
A quick glance at his watch tells him that it is six o'clock in the morning, two days after his twenty-fifth birthday.
Seunghyun left a while ago because he was called back to film and Jiyong remembers his hyung swearing distastefully because he was 'supposed to have a fucking break, damn it!' Jiyong watched his hyung leave and assured him that he'll get home in one piece, and 'no hyung, I won't tell Bae you left me here alone. I'm not a kid, you know.'
A few stronger drinks later, Jiyong left the bar, hailed a cab. The ahjusshi merely glanced at him as Jiyong told him the address, which made for a very silent journey back home, broken only by the wafts of the blues from the radio.
Jiyong leans back and tilts his head outside. Grey roads, grey buildings, grey pavements. It is grey, all of it, even the sky which is crying for him. His world is awash in grey and he thinks that even if he weren't already depressed, this would be the final grain tipping the scales which would spiral him into the abyss of depression. This is his penance; a world without Seungri, a faded world diminished to hues of grey and black and white. Who knew that his one fucking decision would drive off his beloved and murder his own heart?
'What a wonderfully bleak world I live in now,' Jiyong thinks; leans his head against the coolness of the window and traces the rivulets of rain falling.
The car rolls to a stop outside a familiar set of buildings. The ahjusshi turns back to stare at Jiyong and he places a few thousand won in the cabbie's hands tells him to keep the change. He smiles, bows.
The guards let him into the tower once they glimpse his weary face and staggering steps. Jiyong stumbles pass them without acknowledging them and tries to walk in a straight line towards the elevator. He presses the button for the elevator and waits, facing the dull steel of the elevator doors. Barely a few months ago, Seungri would have been beside him chattering nonsensically away or pressing the 'up' button without fail, which secretly amused Jiyong. But now times have changed, and Jiyong is alone. He exhales deeply.
At that moment, with an overly loud 'ding', the elevator doors open. Jiyong steps into the lift, presses his floor number and listens to the low hum of the elevator. He leans his weight on the side of the elevator to support his weight and waits again, to reach the penthouse. In front of him, he sees his reflection staring tiredly back at him, cutting a haggard figure in a too-large parka and a black beanie. He looks tired, Jiyong thinks, just the same way he feels.
A while later, he hears the annoying, loud 'ding' again. He steps out, fishes in his parka for the keys and finds them at the bottom of his right side pocket. He squints because the keys all look identical until he sees one with a red heart drawn on it with permanent marker. Seungri's doing, because the maknae knew that he is hopeless at these things.
With a pained smile at this recollection, Jiyong fits the key into the lock and is gratified that the solid wooden doors clicks open, allowing him in. He punches in his code at the secondary entrance: 901212 and this time the bulletproof glass doors swing open.
He gropes around blindly for the switch and when he finds it, light floods the room. His eyes shut of their own will before he forces them open, forces them to adjust to the overwhelming light. His vision is white before the colours seep in.
Jiyong blinks. And blinks again.
Suddenly Jiyong's world is brighter and more vivid. Even the air tastes crisper now.
"Are you real?" he asks the lanky figure with familiar, beloved panda eyes standing in the middle of the living hall; a vision in an emerald turtleneck and denim jeans.
"Hello," Seungri says.
Jiyong takes in the luggage next to the futon they always make love on; takes in the bright eyes reflecting love and a nervous smile on the lips of his beloved. And Jiyong's world shifts; rights itself again. He breathes deeply, pulse erratic at the implications of all these and hope courses through his veins, erasing the previous despair.
His world with Seungri with him again feels very much like Eden.