Summary: things are complicated

Rating: G

Genre: Angst

A/n: so this is so not what I should be working on but enjoy anyway. Shift tense and errors abound I think lol.

Complicated, everything was complicated. Complicated like Seungri flirting with the interviewer and Daesung sitting there his mouth growing tighter and thinner. Complicated like the quick stolen kiss alone, when the dorms were quiet and the fear of members coming back were gone. Complicated like the tense set of Seungri’s shoulders at Jiyong’s hand on his back and the quick sharp look from Daesung shot his way at the wrong words or phrasing he just said.

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 Summary: Things left unsaid

Rating: R

Genre: Angst

Disclaimer: Violence and graphic(?) images.

A/N: um… yeah this was orginally going to be a fluff piece but turned into an angst… way angst piece. It’s like two stories mashed into one. I don’t even know. There is going to be a part two. I’ve decided it needs it.

“Daesung drink with me.” Top turned to Daesung a shot of Tequila in his hand.

“Hyung you know I don’t like to drink.” Daesung flashed his killer smile. The one that Seunghyun loved to put on his face.

“Daesung I’m your hyung and I’m ordering you to drink with me.” Seunghyun already had quite a few shots but it wasn’t as fun when you drank alone.  Daesung gave a look he couldn’t quite decipher but soon took a shot.

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Rating: NC-17 

Type: Fluff - with some angst

Summary: Sometime love takes time

A/N: I was reading the lyrics and listening to the song of Taeyang’s, Take It SLow and this popped into my head. Never written anything remotely smutty before so bare with me. 

Youngbae tiredly walked into the Bigbang hostel. All he could think about was taking a nice long shower and then going to bed. He started down the hall to his room but like he always did he stopped by Jiyong’s room. The door was slightly cracked so he gently pushed it open not wanting to interrupt Jiyong if he was hard at work. He saw Jiyong sprawled across the bedspread sheets of paper strewn across. He smiled to himself, he was glad he was at least on the bed instead of hunched over at his desk. Jiyong always complained the next day about neck cramps. Youngbae walked in silently staring down at Jiyong’s sleeping face. He loved how Jiyong slept so peacefully, loved the way he breathed slowly, loved the relaxed and peaceful look on his face. 

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Disclaimer: GD/TOP one shot. I’m just go to label this PG-13 although I don’t think it is… but just being safe.
A/N: So this is the angsty part of the addiction prompt. I also based this off of Bruno Mar’s All She Knows - highly recommend that song - 
I had gotten a small idea from that song but after reading a wonderful little fic by vvipforseungri (on livejournal) titled ‘Falling [Out] of Love’ - recommend reading that too- I suddenly had a clearer direction (hope you don’t mind that… if you do just tell me) But I don’t know how well this turned out. I seemed to really struggle with this… so I don’t know.  Taken from a prompt by ymo1157. Hope you like it! Prompt~ Addiction
Sorry for any mistakes will correct when I wake up next :)

Jiyong blinked open his eyes, woken again by his whirring thoughts. He turned and saw the angry red numbers read 3:27. He fought against the urge to look behind him, at the other side of the bed, but like he always did he caved and turned his blood shot eyes. The other side was empty. He bit his lip, and sucked in a breath, fighting against the emotion welling up inside. He should have known; he had come to expect it actually, that he wouldn’t be there. He slid out of bed slowly moving his feet soundlessly toward the door. He stared sightlessly as he walked out and down to the living room. He stopped halfway between the front door and kitchen.

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Summary: The morning after, more cigarrettes and some coffee.

Disclaimer: GD/TOP one shot. Has adult concepts so if your not comfortable with that don’t read this.

A/N: God… this was not at all as fluffy as I wanted it to be. I somehow put some angst in here… Not at all what I planned… I’m thinking of writing a smutty epilogue… still haven’t decided since I’ve never written smut before… we shall see. Well hope you like this not so fluffy part. Taken from a prompt by ymo1157. Hope you like it! Prompt~ Addiction

Part 1

Seunghyun woke up to bright light flooding his living room and a pounding migraine. He decided he’d have to get black out curtains soon. He walked slowly to his kitchen and found the always ready ibuprofen. He always seemed to get a migraine when he was stressed. And he was stressed. He rolled his shoulders he needed a cigarette. But first he had to check on Jiyong.

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 Summary: A drunken Jiyong, cigarrettes and some coffee to come.
Disclaimer: GD/TOP one shot. Has adult concepts so if your not comfortable with that don’t read this.
A/N: So this is going to be divided into two parts. It got a little longer than I intended. I really wanted this to be fluff so don’t dispair if it’s not very fluffy yet. It will be in the next part. This part might be little boring so sorry. And I’ve decided to do two different stories for this one prompt. I got a fluffy image and then a angsty one so this one is the fluffy one first :) Taken from a prompt by ymo1157. Hope you like it! Prompt~ Addiction

Top stood silently laughing to himself, Jiyong would become tanked. It was his birthday so Seunghyun couldn’t hold it against him. He had lost count the number of times Jiyong had stayed sober to take care of him when he was way past tipsy. They were close friends and had gotten closer through GD&TOP promotions. If Seunghyun admitted it to himself he almost liked promotions with Jiyong better than the regular Bigbang promotions. He was a little excited to work with Jiyong again for the upcoming album. Seunghyun couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why he loved working with Jiyong so much maybe it was Jiyong’s passion? Or maybe because they had such a great time together just the two of them? Top always felt invigorated whenever he worked closely with Jiyong. He caught himself smiling as Jiyong came over, stumbling a little on the way.

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Summary: Waking up with GRi

A/N: Trying my hand at writing a little fluff, don’t know how well this turned out but hope you like it. I started writing this and then Faith Hill’s Breathe came on and I sort of mixed elements of that song in this. 

A ray of light slipped through the partly cracked blinds landing across Seungri’s face. He blinked open his eyes squinting. He turned his head away from the light and reached his hand toward the other side of the bed. His fingers met with soft, warm skin. A smile curled over his features as he looked at the person beside him. Jiyong was peaceful in his sleep. The worries that plagued him in his waking hours gone from his mind as he wandered the land of dreams, dreams that he hoped were filled with him. Seungri turned toward his sleeping lover and curled his hand under his head, watching, just watching. The sun danced lightly on his face, making Seungri’s breath catch, it was truly breathtaking. 

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Disclaimer: T.O.P/Seungri one shot.Has adult concepts so if your not comfortable with that don’t read this. 

A/N:Taken from a prompt by ymo1157. Hope you like it!  Prompt~ Goodbye

Choi Seunghyun sat in the dark a glass of red wine lazily held in his grip. He brought the glass to his lips and gulped the last of the liquid. He stared at the empty remnants blankly. Normally when he sat drinking he’d think about the day’s events, plan schedules, and just ponder his life. But now he tried his hardest not to think about the day, he’d rather drown his sorrows in the bottle and forget everything. He got up shakily and made his way to his always stocked liquor cabinet.

It wasn’t a secret Seunghyun liked to drink. Wine, beer, bourbon, vodka it didn’t matter as long as he could get a little buzz. He had never thought of himself as an alcoholic he just liked to drink. Of course he was sure all alcoholics liked to drink so maybe he was in denial. Whatever it didn’t matter to him, he searched over the bottles searching for nothing in particular. His eyes blurrily read the words whiskey. He smiled. Whiskey was a good choice tonight. He needed that burning sensation; maybe it would get rid of the burn in his heart.

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Summary: The phone call between Seungri and Daesung the day of the accident.
A/N: I really do not like this. I don’t like any part of what I’ve written. I didn’t capture any of  the emotions that I wanted to. And its short and just blah. I might rewrite it later, it’s 5 am here and I really need sleep so this is it for now.

Seungri started to shake thoughts ran through his mind too fast for him to grab a hold of. He was gripping his phone dialing the familiar number before he could properly register what he was doing. Why? Why was all he could ask himself. Why when they were at their best, at the top, finally growing into their own did this happen? More important why did it have to happen to the one person who deserved it least? His hands trembled as he heard the distinctive ringing sound.

Ring

Ring

Ring…

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A/N: So I had many bits of inspiration for this. Obviously from the prompt given but also for the five lines below (taken from a City Hunter gif on tumblr) and also for that picture of GD and Taeyang eating together.Taken from a prompt by ymo1157. Hope you like it! Prompt~ Dead and Gone

“I’m afraid of living with my eyes opened
Because even if I’m searching…
I won’t be able to see you.
Instead of yearning for you,
Living with my eyes closed is better”

Youngbae stared at the slightly crumpled and worn out paper in front of him. He reread the prophetic words again unable to turn away. If only he had known that this would actually become reality. That he would end up wishing to be blind, blind from the pain, the loneliness, the complete emptiness that surrounded and filled him every day. Everywhere he turned, everything he saw only made him wish that he was dead. Death would be a relief. At least then he could be where Jiyong was. Youngbae grabbed the desk gripping until his knuckles turned white. It had been two years and he still grieved like it just happened…

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