G-Dragon/YamaPi
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Let me hear your loveless voice
Groups/Pairings: BIGBANG and NewS, G-Dragon/YamaPi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Band-life
Warnings: Not-quite sex
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crystallekil in the J/K-pop exchange.
Summary: Ji Young woke up not feeling quite like himself.
“You’ve been under a lot of stress lately.” Koyama smiled softly and nudged him with his shoulder, “you really need to sleep more.” He said it with that grave tone that only he could manage, it conveyed all his concern with a hint of chiding and disappointment that reminded YamaPi strongly of his mother. Even she wasn’t that good at that tone though, not that he had ever told Koyama that. He could be vengeful when he wanted to be. Jin looked up suddenly from where he was sprawled across the couch and taking up as much room as he could meaning that Shige was up against the other arm rest with a book balanced on his knees.
“I’ll try.” He promised absently, which seemed enough because Koyama beamed at him and left to go talk with Tego and Massu out in the hall.
“He needs to get a life, and stop meddling with other people’s.” Jin managed to say around a yawn so big that it looked almost painful. Shige scowled at him.
“It’s cute.” YamaPi shrugged and thought that Koyama was right he could use a rest, and maybe a life of his own as well. Then the thought was gone.
YamaPi missed the narrow-eyed look of contemplation that Jin gave him when he turned to grab a snack out of his bag. Shige was still silently scowling at Jin in Koyama’s defence. He wasn’t lying when he said that he thought that they were cute. In a high school ‘bee-eff-eff forever’ kind of way.
~~
Ji Yong yawned, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. TOP was face down in the couch snoring softly, his legs across Seungri’s lap haphazardly as the younger man twisted in his seat mashing the buttons on his PSP madly. He’d pulled another all-nighter, while caught up in a wind of creative energy and it was finally taking its toll. He would need to use face cream now, not sleeping enough always fucked with his skin, but the losses were acceptable. He had an idea for a song and it just looped in his head, over and over and over and it would drive him batshit if he didn’t do something.
“You shouldn’t stay up so late. It’s bad for you.” Tae Yang poked him with a bottle of water and he took it gratefully, even smiling a little at him. It was way too early to be smiling, but Tae Yang grinned back at him and moved off to hand the second bottle of water to Dae Sung who was nodding off in his chair, he perked up at the offering. He was just so easy to please.
It was cute, on a pre-school child.
After a full day of dance practice he was exhausted and barely managed to fall into his bed, curling up on his side and falling asleep immediately. What he didn’t expect was to wake up as someone else.
~~
He rolled onto his side and pressed his face into the pillow, it took a moment for him to place the sense of vertigo. He had a moment of feeling like he was hanging over a giant abyss, nothingness spinning under him and he moaned and blinked. At first he didn’t understand, this wasn’t his room, it was all wrong.
Sitting up he peered at the bed he was in, but there wasn’t anyone else there just two little dogs curled up in a bed beside his own. They weren’t his dogs, even if they were quite cute. Shaking his head to try and clear it he peered around the room and found nothing familiar at all about it. It wasn’t one of the boarding rooms they used when touring or any of his friend’s rooms.
“Huh?” He squinted and twisted in the bedding, at first his eyes moved over the mirror without understanding that it was a mirror because what was reflected back obviously was not him. A second scan of the room drew his eyes to the movement, when he lifted his hand; the man in the mirror did as well. But those shoulders were too board across, lithely muscled and the skin a smooth tan. His face had a faint feminine beauty to it, nothing like his own pixie face, but a softness around large round eyes and full plush lips that made this face tiptoe the line between beautiful and handsome. It was a nice face but it wasn’t his.
He twisted his head around, watching the motion mirrored, moved his arms around but still couldn’t quite grasp that it wasn’t quite him. He stood, and he was wearing pink boxers and nothing else, strong legs and surprisingly cute feet greeted him and he stared down at these foreign legs. His own legs were skinny with knobby knees and as he stared at the curly hair on the tanned skin of his knees he blinked hard trying to kick-start his sleep addled brain into motion. There was something totally not right about this situation. Neurons weren’t cooperating with him and he was shocked out it by an alarm going off. It beeped in that loud obnoxious tone shared by all alarms everywhere. He managed to hit it until it stopped.
Both of the dogs looked up at him when he stood, moving in eerie synchronism. Wondering what their names were he noticed that there was something hovering above their heads. In scrawling hand-writing that wasn’t familiar at all, hangul floated in the air there, moving when their head’s did. ‘Toto’ above one and ‘Pi-chan’ above the other.
“Toto.” He tried, his voice a deep bass that didn’t quite match TOP’s voice, but was pleasing to his ears. The one dog trotted over to him and sat down at his feet. “Pi-chan?” The other dog came over and sat down next to him, both of them looking up at him. “Those are your names I guess?”
Hit with sudden inspiration he looked over his reflection, and yes, there above his own head was a name. “Yamashita.” He said it out loud, and the smaller dog, Toto barked. “Weird.”
While he was exploring the house, suddenly, on all the flat surfaces writing appeared, he jumped staring around wildly but it was the same message over and over again. ‘You need to go to work, go outside and get in the van in front.’
He moved into the kitchen, but both of the dogs had kibble and no other messages popped up so he went to where he discovered the front hall to be. Most of the boots were brown or black and pretty boring, but there was a nice pair of blue checker sneakers that would match nicely with the black jeans he pulled out of the closet. He grabbed a blazer and the set of keys that was in the bowl next to the door. His body seemed to know the drill if he let his mind wander a bit so he worked on intuition to navigate the hallways.
Somehow he managed to find the van, and the door opened for him.
“Good morning.” The boy had a bright smile, pink lips and a really cute yellow sweater. The floating words above his head said ‘Massu.’ The other man was also speaking Japanese, but somehow he understood what he was saying.
“Good morning.” He said back and yes, he was indeed speaking Japanese and without the accent that their speech teacher had desperately tried to break him of.
They made small talk all the way to the studio, prompts appeared above Massu’s head when Ji Yong didn’t know what the hell the other guy was talking about. They talked about fashion, and Massu’s eyes glittered and he actually gushed when he noticed that Ji Yong/YamaPi was wearing the shoes that Massu had given him. He soon realized that he was in a band with this man, and that while Massu may care about clothes, this Yamashita didn’t as much.
He was looking at the song that he was supposed to be learning to sing when he dozed off.
Ji Yong woke up in his own bed, rubbing his eyes and with the notion that he’d had a cool dream but no concrete memories. Probably about zombies or something.
~~
YamaPi was dressed funny, it was still his clothes, but not in any usual combination, he’d also managed to forget his mobile at home today. He felt a little detached without it. Jin poked his head in and smiled at him, that crooked half-grin that meant that he was up to something. It made YamaPi kind of nervous, but it was entirely probable that it just meant that Jin was stirring up shit in kat-tun again.
“You were ignoring my texts.”
“I forgot my phone.” He shook his head and it only made Jin grin wider, like this was some big joke only he was in on.
“Want to meet me for lunch, me and Koyama are heading to his Ramen shop.”
“Sure.” No one ever passed up and opportunity to visit Koya-mama.
That night YamaPi went to sleep, spread out on his back and stretching his limbs to the four corners like a luxurious cat. He rolled onto his stomach and repeated the motion, before tucking his arms under the pillow and drifting off to sleep. It was still early in the evening but he needed to regain some lost sleep time.
He woke up on his side to music playing that he didn’t recognize. Oh hey, he didn’t recognize the room either. He sat up and rubbed at his face, and peered through the cracks between his fingers at the colourful room. Looking around he didn’t find any clues as to where he’d fallen asleep, but he would have bet money that he had fallen asleep in his own bed. His bladder twisted and so he shuffled over to the bathroom, not really thinking about where he was going.
He was pretty, boy pretty, that kind of haughty vogue pretty that was like a mix of Matsujun and Tegoshi. Pointy chin, pointy cheeks and tiny cute ears too. With his hair all tangled and messed up from sleep it made an almost afro around his head. He tugged on some of the black strands and felt pain, so it was quite possible he wasn’t dreaming. Or he was having one of those really freaky vivid dreams. Well this sure counted as freaky alright, what was that movie he’d watched with Jin that was just like this? Freaky Friday, well the title fit.
Okay so freaky Friday it is. He opened the door and a weird wrinkly dog followed him into the bathroom. He paid it only half a thought as he peed and went back to checking himself out in the mirror. That was when he noticed the floating kana above his own head. Ji Yong, it read and he tried it out loud finding that he managed the sounds perfectly, odd given he’d never been any use at speaking Korean. The weird looking dog butted his leg with his wrinkly face and he squinted at it. “You look more like a stuffed toy then you do a dog.” He told it with his oddly melodic voice. When he turned back to the mirror it read ‘feed GaHo’. Which would be helpful if he knew who that was, another butt to his leg and he looked down at the dog, there was his name floating over his head. Ah, found GaHo.
He moved into the kitchen and probably should have been shocked to see someone else sitting there, instead he just nodded at him and shuffled past him to grab the dog bowl. Above the other man’s head it said ‘Tae Yang’, he was eating something that YamaPi couldn’t even name, so he took the dog bowl and washed it out, gave him some new water, scooped some food into it and put it down.
“I think Dae Sung gets to wake up Seung Hyun today.” He grunted in response and ladled some of the red soup into his own bowl, it was still steaming so the other man couldn’t have been awake for too long. The little flashing words in front of him told him to ask Tae Yang what time Seung Hyun came home last night, and so he did. “Late probably. He always stays out all night when it’s with Jae Joong and Hyun Joong. Try not to yell at him too much if he falls asleep ‘kay?” He smiled at him, and it sparkled, it was a smile that could kill and YamaPi could only smile back thinking that he was like a weird mix of Massu and Koyama. Either way YamaPi liked him.
While eating breakfast another guy came in, yawning and scratching his belly his huge white shirt had a hole in the shoulder and he wore bright neon shorts. YamaPi checked his name quickly, Seungri, he smiled at them and made a bee-line for the food. He nudged the dog with his foot on the way by as a greeting and the writing appeared again so he scowled at him for good measure but was too busy stuffing his face to say anything. It was surprisingly yummy.
“How late was Seung Hyun out? How plastered was he when he got home and who’s turn is it to wake him today?” He looked positively gleeful, putting his bowl down on the table and immediately shovelling as much of it into his mouth as he could.
“Not me.” Tae Yang shared his grin, and YamaPi shook his head when the new guy turned to look at him.
“Poor Dae Sung.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.
YamaPi choked on and laugh and Seungri grinned at him.
That was how YamaPi’s morning went. He liked these four, they seemed nice enough. Eventually Dae Sung emerged, made a face when they told him to go wake the oldest, but went anyways. The younger man was sunny and happy with a deep tan and a super smile, the last was pale and tall, he rubbed his eyes and lay his head on the table while they got ready.
YamaPi got another shock when he went to get dressed, but he probably should have thought about it ahead of time. The closet looked like a neon rainbow had thrown up all over the place, some items actually made him cringe a little. With Massu in mind he grabbed something that hopefully would work and dressed quickly. He couldn’t linger over pale skin because they were late already. ‘Again’ the mental writing offered helpfully, he had to bite back a laugh at that.
YamaPi fell asleep in the car ride joining Seung Hyun the two of them dropping off as soon as the van started. He wondered all the while about the man who he was, the one who was a friend to these four? Ji Yong, who was he?
~~
When Ji Yong woke up and found himself in someone else’s break room when he was 90% sure he took a nap in his own, he just narrowed his eyes and looked around. He was surrounded by pretty men, two were sitting on the far couch fucking around with a guitar slapping at each other as they passed it back and forth. He recognized the smaller man, Ryo-chan it said over his head, and the other was new. When he noticed YamaPi looking he looked up and gave him a secretive grin, Jin, and then Ryo slapped his shoulder and he returned his attention to the guitar. Koyama and Tego were eating at the table with Massu and Shige was stretching his neck at the far end of the table giving a note book a positively angry stare. He recognized them now.
Looking down at his plain brown boots he managed not to sigh out loud. He looked like he could be a model, but dressed like hobo. Standing he stretched and moved over to the food table, he’d been thinking about a song before he went to sleep but it wasn’t coming along, like a damned river in his brain. That or an aneurism waiting to happen, but when you lived with Big Bang it was only to be expected. Koyama looked up first when he came over and he smiled, Ji Yong smiled back, his face muscles felt looser somehow, and the oddly worded prompts around the room always said to smile, smile, smile it felt like a nicer version of a photo shoot but he kept expecting his cheeks to get sore.
“Hey sleepy-head.” Tego said around cheeks distended with food, he looked like a mirror of Massu that way.
“Hey.” He sat down hand in the chair and Koyama pushed some of the snacks over to him giving Tego a look.
“I told you, he needed to sleep more, be nice.” Just for that Koyama stole one of his cakes and Massu snorted, Tego pulled a bitchy face but Koyama shoved it in his mouth whole. Above his head appeared the note ‘Tego pranked his phone again.’ Ji Yong laughed, somehow this felt free, even if the next note said ‘I helped, Koyama just doesn’t know yet.’
“Can I have that?” It was Shige’s note book on the far side of Massu and the Shige nodded at him handed it over so YamaPi could tear a page out of the back. “Pen?” Shige rolled his eyes but handed over a purple sparkly pen from the set of glitter pens he was using. Koyama and Tego had stolen all his other ones and replaced them when he naively left his bag unguarded one day.
Composing in his head was too hard, he’d need to flush something out later, but he wrote notes, filled the page with hand-written melody. Around him someone else’s life passed, but he was smiling even as he sat here writing to himself, this was the type of person he’d never thought he’d like, but he was finding that he liked being YamaPi, maybe he would like to meet YamaPi someday. Which was probably impossible because the only way any of this could even be a little feasible would be if this was a dream. So obviously he was dreaming.
That made it okay when he stripped when he got home, stopping only to feed the dogs, running his hands over the tight chest muscles and flat stomach he found under his clothes. God he was hot, and that was a weird thought. He could see the mirror from the bed and it was far enough from masturbation and close enough to sex that he was feeling flushed and he wasn’t doing anything but playing with his nipples. Tight brown nipples on the curve of a strong pectoral, and they were sensitive too. The harsh bite of his own nails into them made him gasp out loud and god, his voice sounded even better like this, faintly breathy and deeper, he could feel it rumbling from his own chest. YamaPi’s eyes were dark, fanned by generous lashes and Ji Yong admired them in mirror when he wasn’t distracted by his chest, shoulder, skin, neck, god he was beautiful.
He flicked the button to his jeans without too much thought and raised up on his knees so he could push them down and then shifted around so he could kick them off entirely. God, he hadn’t noticed when he went to the bathroom but he was hung too. This was an awesome dream. Half hard, he teased the outline of his cock through the thin cotton of his briefs, he forgot to watch in the mirror, more intent on just watching. He spread his thighs and reached down to toy with heavy balls too. Sensation shivered through his body in waves, making all his hairs stand on end, and he moaned softly. He could feel it pulsing under his fingertips as he gripped himself through the fabric of his underwear, heart beat rushing in time with the rush in his ears. This was so weird. Also, really hot.
Unwilling to draw it out too much he quickly stripped off the briefs too, but found a moment between the desperate rise of his dick and the buzzing in his brain to admire strong legs and tanned thighs. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist, tight tummy and a next to perfect physique. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he caught a flash of the writing, shaky now but still there. ‘In the night-table’. He rolled across the bed until he could root around in there, he found a tube of lube, there were condoms, and a rather large looking dildo that made him moan just looking at purple silicone. His ass clenched thinking about the girth of it, he grabbed the lube and placed it on the bed, shifting and moving back to the mirror.
In the soft lighting he looked incredible, chest flushed with arousal, and his stomach clenching as his dick bobbed with the motion hard and inviting. Slick hands felt like hot velvet giving him a nice place to thrust into. With his other hand he rolled the softness of his balls and his hips snapped up unto the motion. It felt like fire and heat and he groaned deep in his throat, it sounded almost like a purr and Ji Yong wanted to be in two places at once, wanted to press his cheek against his chest when he made that sound and feel it resonate in his bones. Fuck, he spread his legs wider the mirror barely managed to show the curve of his butt as he scooted forward giving himself more room.
‘One finger should do it.’ Was written on the mirror and he smiled, god YamaPi’s face was so pretty though.
One of his long fingers stole down where it was shadowed, and he was so sensitive here too, shivers chasing along his spine and making his brain numb with pleasure. It felt like sparks were going off and he was just pressing against it lightly. ‘Harder’ Said the mirror and Ji Yong grinned, the angle was all wrong and he could barely sink down on his fingers, but that wasn’t what mattered, it was the sensation of a hot body around his fingers and the feeling of stretching, pushing in too fast because instead of stinging like it should it felt so good. Twists of his fingers in time with his hips, he was really bendy, had him groaning and panting, trying to watch in the mirror where his fingers were sinking into his ass. For a moment he thought seriously about the dildo, but the writing on the mirror said, ‘now now, god please now.’
“Okay.” He whispered, and his voice was so turned on, so desperate he just nodded at his reflection and slid his fingers free. A little more lube and he was fucking the tunnel of his fist almost desperately. The bounce of the bed helped and he moved counter-point to it.
It fizzled across his skin and settled low in his tummy, making him tighten his abdomen, his hand flying over his cock, eyes wide open and fixed on his own almost startled stare. So fucking hot. He came in waves, the first one almost made him close his eyes, but then there was the shiny head of YamaPi’s dick, pushing through his fist and he couldn’t help but stare as he came; it was a feedback loop, so incredibly arousing watching himself come all over his flat stomach.
When the last shocks stopped he lay flat on his back and breathed hard for a moment. This was one seriously awesome dream, he ran his fingers through the cooling come on his tummy and smiled.
~~
“We’re on in ten, come on.” It was Dae Sung, with his grin clapping him on the shoulder. Seungri was messing around in the mirror, trying to make his costume look perfect, and it was a testament to how much time YamaPi had to spend as G-Dragon, that he knew that. Tae Yang was trying to show Seung Hyun how to do one of the dance steps. No matter how often he did it, he never seemed to get any better at it, but he had his game face on, which actually looked like all his other faces, but he was watching the way Tae Yang twisted rather intently.
YamaPi probably should have thought to be nervous, he hadn’t had to perform as G-Dragon yet, but he just felt excited, stage fright morphing into something bright and sharp in his belly. He could see it reflected in the others and he sat back, legs crossed and watched them all get into the proper head space.
“Let’s move.” YamaPi said with conviction. This was the part he was good at, Koyama jokingly called it ‘rallying the troops’. They followed him and the rest of the PD out into the hall, he made a cute face at the camera as he went by, and he could hear the others giving quick happy messages to the fans watching the backstage. He gave the next camera a victory sign and a little tongue then he was waiting in the back wing.
The dancers and the rest of the band joined him shortly and he gave everyone a level stare before breaking out in a dazzling grin. “Let’s do our best.” He said simply, believing that everyone would understand what went unsaid too. Tae Yang was the first to smile back, and even Seung Hyun grinned at him, a lazy sort of sardonic grin, but he was smiling.
“Of course.” Seungri cried, and they broke the hand circle. Now they were ready to perform.
He was hot and sweaty from the costume and the bright lights, but he’d thrown himself into singing and dancing completely. It had felt so great, even if he hadn’t known the lyrics until the moment he spoke them, it was freeing in an odd kind of way.
“You did better than usual.” Someone clapped him over the shoulder, oddly written above that person’s head was ‘bitch’ and so he raised a single annoyed eyebrow at him and went back to mopping at the sweat with his towel. He moved around them and made a bee-line for the dressing room, he needed to get cleaned up. Dae Sung was still bouncing like a puppy at Seungri’s heels, the two of them on a total energy high. YamaPi grinned to himself and decided not to let bitch get him down.
“You know he’s sort of right, even if he always is a total fuck-wit about it.” Seung Hyun slid up next to him with a lazy sort of grace he could never project while dancing but oozed any other time. “You’re not better than usual, but you’re happy.”
“Am I acting different?” That was what YamaPi really wanted to know, he knew the inside and out of this man’s life, but he didn’t know him exactly.
“No.” Seung Hyun made a face at him, “just, happy. Like something good happened.” Well maybe it did. He shrugged back at him. Sometimes it was hard to remember that the other guy was the oldest, he never let it show. “That or Prozac.” He moved away before YamaPi could punch his shoulder, laughing as he moved ahead of him into the ready room. Asshole, he thought with a fond smile.
He changed quickly to go home, and deciding to shower before his nap, he’d go out once he wasn’t so exhausted. Getting undressed he ran the water and showered quickly. Wrapping the towel around his waist on the way out he looked at the mirror. Making a snap decision he wrote ‘I want to meet YamaPi’ in the fog.
After that he went to sleep.
~~
YamaPi wouldn’t have remembered his dreams at all if it hadn’t been for Keita. The song that he’d ended up finishing, but could never remember where the inspiration came from was to be the title track of their next single. It was a song about excitement and adventure and falling in love with a far away land. YamaPi actually wasn’t sure about any of it but smiled off all the questions about it. The w-inds had just gotten off a long Around-Asia tour and YamaPi was visiting his long time friend’s house for a halo party. He was sipping his beer and planning to run Keita over with his warthog when something caught his attention. Ryohei was sitting on the far couch cross-legged and listening to music, some of it was loud enough to hear and it tugged at something in his subconcious.
“What’s that?” He put his controller down and stood to go see what Keita’s band mate was doing.
“Oh, that’s G-Dragon.” Ryuichi said, coming back with three new beers, he passed one to Ryohei, and one to YamaPi. “Him and Ryohei became totally BFF when he was here.” That got him an annoyed glare from the older rapper.
“Ji Yong.” YamaPi said absently and Ryohei looked pleasantly surprised.
“I didn’t know you knew Big Bang.”
YamaPi just smiled, you know what? Neither did he. But he couldn’t deny that he knew the song, he made a mental note to google it later.
It wasn’t until he was on music station that he remembered that particular mental note. Koyama was grinning at him winningly as he asked, Big Bang, who was that? YamaPi shrugged, he had no clue but for some reason it sounded really familiar. Oh that’s it, he explained that the w-inds did a collaboration with one of them, and that was how he knew. Koyama just gave him that patronizing smile, and for once he wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong. It made him was to apologize for it though.
He wandered from the ready room when he met someone wandering in the opposite direction just outside. He had a pretty almost elf-ish face and shoes that would have done the Johnny designers proud. He gave YamaPi a grin, and he looked like someone YamaPi knew.
“You’re YamaPi right?” He was shocked a little flattered.
“Yeah.” He smiled back, he was so pretty that it actually made YamaPi feel a little nervous flutter in his stomach.
“I’m a fan.” He nodded.
“G-Dragon?” He wasn’t quite sure what made him say it, but he did and the other man looked startled and then pleased.
“Yeah, but you can call me Ji Yong.” If YamaPi didn’t know better he’d think the other man was flirting with him. Well maybe in Korea they did things differently?
“I’m a bit of a fan myself.” He said and the other man looked so satisfied with himself that he would need to google the name on his mobile during the break, because if it wasn’t true before it was true now.
“This may be a little weird, but we’re new here.” He waved his hand around to indicate his band, or Japan, or something. “And I’m not too good at Japanese. Maybe we could talk some time?”
“How about drinks after filming?” The smile he got from that was practically glowing.
“I’d like that.”
~~
Jin waited on the hill closest to the moon, well he wasn’t really ‘Jin’ in this form, but he’d come to like that name after seeing it in all the magazines. Koyama didn’t disappoint, he was always here on the full moon. He wore his original form, a simple yukata, his hair unbound and shining in the intense light. They’d called him many things over the years, the one that stuck in Japan was the rabbit of the moon, Jin just shook his head wondering what Koyama had done to make them think he was a rabbit.
“It looks like it worked.” Koyama jumped and turned to glare at him, pretty pale face all annoyed.
“It looks like it did. I haven’t checked the book of destiny yet.”
They had taken a gamble, the book of destiny was calculated and recalculated all the time, and listed the probabilities of every action and reaction of the whole word. There had been a 5.3% chance that Yamashita would meet Ji Yong on the filming of Music Station and find a bond that would define him over the next portion of his life. Jin had seen the red string, but just because it was there didn’t mean it was strong enough to defeat destiny or everyone would be finding their other half all the time and divorce lawyers would be out of work, Jin thought with a snort. Somehow, YamaPi a simple mortal who wasn’t always so simple, had managed to worm his way in to the heart of not only the princess of the moon, but the dragon of the Yangzi river as well.
Together they’d changed his destiny. Well YamaPi did a bit of the work himself too.
Groups/Pairings: BIGBANG and NewS, G-Dragon/YamaPi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Band-life
Warnings: Not-quite sex
Notes: Written for
crystallekil in the J/K-pop exchange. Summary: Ji Young woke up not feeling quite like himself.
“You’ve been under a lot of stress lately.” Koyama smiled softly and nudged him with his shoulder, “you really need to sleep more.” He said it with that grave tone that only he could manage, it conveyed all his concern with a hint of chiding and disappointment that reminded YamaPi strongly of his mother. Even she wasn’t that good at that tone though, not that he had ever told Koyama that. He could be vengeful when he wanted to be. Jin looked up suddenly from where he was sprawled across the couch and taking up as much room as he could meaning that Shige was up against the other arm rest with a book balanced on his knees.
“I’ll try.” He promised absently, which seemed enough because Koyama beamed at him and left to go talk with Tego and Massu out in the hall.
“He needs to get a life, and stop meddling with other people’s.” Jin managed to say around a yawn so big that it looked almost painful. Shige scowled at him.
“It’s cute.” YamaPi shrugged and thought that Koyama was right he could use a rest, and maybe a life of his own as well. Then the thought was gone.
YamaPi missed the narrow-eyed look of contemplation that Jin gave him when he turned to grab a snack out of his bag. Shige was still silently scowling at Jin in Koyama’s defence. He wasn’t lying when he said that he thought that they were cute. In a high school ‘bee-eff-eff forever’ kind of way.
~~
Ji Yong yawned, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. TOP was face down in the couch snoring softly, his legs across Seungri’s lap haphazardly as the younger man twisted in his seat mashing the buttons on his PSP madly. He’d pulled another all-nighter, while caught up in a wind of creative energy and it was finally taking its toll. He would need to use face cream now, not sleeping enough always fucked with his skin, but the losses were acceptable. He had an idea for a song and it just looped in his head, over and over and over and it would drive him batshit if he didn’t do something.
“You shouldn’t stay up so late. It’s bad for you.” Tae Yang poked him with a bottle of water and he took it gratefully, even smiling a little at him. It was way too early to be smiling, but Tae Yang grinned back at him and moved off to hand the second bottle of water to Dae Sung who was nodding off in his chair, he perked up at the offering. He was just so easy to please.
It was cute, on a pre-school child.
After a full day of dance practice he was exhausted and barely managed to fall into his bed, curling up on his side and falling asleep immediately. What he didn’t expect was to wake up as someone else.
~~
He rolled onto his side and pressed his face into the pillow, it took a moment for him to place the sense of vertigo. He had a moment of feeling like he was hanging over a giant abyss, nothingness spinning under him and he moaned and blinked. At first he didn’t understand, this wasn’t his room, it was all wrong.
Sitting up he peered at the bed he was in, but there wasn’t anyone else there just two little dogs curled up in a bed beside his own. They weren’t his dogs, even if they were quite cute. Shaking his head to try and clear it he peered around the room and found nothing familiar at all about it. It wasn’t one of the boarding rooms they used when touring or any of his friend’s rooms.
“Huh?” He squinted and twisted in the bedding, at first his eyes moved over the mirror without understanding that it was a mirror because what was reflected back obviously was not him. A second scan of the room drew his eyes to the movement, when he lifted his hand; the man in the mirror did as well. But those shoulders were too board across, lithely muscled and the skin a smooth tan. His face had a faint feminine beauty to it, nothing like his own pixie face, but a softness around large round eyes and full plush lips that made this face tiptoe the line between beautiful and handsome. It was a nice face but it wasn’t his.
He twisted his head around, watching the motion mirrored, moved his arms around but still couldn’t quite grasp that it wasn’t quite him. He stood, and he was wearing pink boxers and nothing else, strong legs and surprisingly cute feet greeted him and he stared down at these foreign legs. His own legs were skinny with knobby knees and as he stared at the curly hair on the tanned skin of his knees he blinked hard trying to kick-start his sleep addled brain into motion. There was something totally not right about this situation. Neurons weren’t cooperating with him and he was shocked out it by an alarm going off. It beeped in that loud obnoxious tone shared by all alarms everywhere. He managed to hit it until it stopped.
Both of the dogs looked up at him when he stood, moving in eerie synchronism. Wondering what their names were he noticed that there was something hovering above their heads. In scrawling hand-writing that wasn’t familiar at all, hangul floated in the air there, moving when their head’s did. ‘Toto’ above one and ‘Pi-chan’ above the other.
“Toto.” He tried, his voice a deep bass that didn’t quite match TOP’s voice, but was pleasing to his ears. The one dog trotted over to him and sat down at his feet. “Pi-chan?” The other dog came over and sat down next to him, both of them looking up at him. “Those are your names I guess?”
Hit with sudden inspiration he looked over his reflection, and yes, there above his own head was a name. “Yamashita.” He said it out loud, and the smaller dog, Toto barked. “Weird.”
While he was exploring the house, suddenly, on all the flat surfaces writing appeared, he jumped staring around wildly but it was the same message over and over again. ‘You need to go to work, go outside and get in the van in front.’
He moved into the kitchen, but both of the dogs had kibble and no other messages popped up so he went to where he discovered the front hall to be. Most of the boots were brown or black and pretty boring, but there was a nice pair of blue checker sneakers that would match nicely with the black jeans he pulled out of the closet. He grabbed a blazer and the set of keys that was in the bowl next to the door. His body seemed to know the drill if he let his mind wander a bit so he worked on intuition to navigate the hallways.
Somehow he managed to find the van, and the door opened for him.
“Good morning.” The boy had a bright smile, pink lips and a really cute yellow sweater. The floating words above his head said ‘Massu.’ The other man was also speaking Japanese, but somehow he understood what he was saying.
“Good morning.” He said back and yes, he was indeed speaking Japanese and without the accent that their speech teacher had desperately tried to break him of.
They made small talk all the way to the studio, prompts appeared above Massu’s head when Ji Yong didn’t know what the hell the other guy was talking about. They talked about fashion, and Massu’s eyes glittered and he actually gushed when he noticed that Ji Yong/YamaPi was wearing the shoes that Massu had given him. He soon realized that he was in a band with this man, and that while Massu may care about clothes, this Yamashita didn’t as much.
He was looking at the song that he was supposed to be learning to sing when he dozed off.
Ji Yong woke up in his own bed, rubbing his eyes and with the notion that he’d had a cool dream but no concrete memories. Probably about zombies or something.
~~
YamaPi was dressed funny, it was still his clothes, but not in any usual combination, he’d also managed to forget his mobile at home today. He felt a little detached without it. Jin poked his head in and smiled at him, that crooked half-grin that meant that he was up to something. It made YamaPi kind of nervous, but it was entirely probable that it just meant that Jin was stirring up shit in kat-tun again.
“You were ignoring my texts.”
“I forgot my phone.” He shook his head and it only made Jin grin wider, like this was some big joke only he was in on.
“Want to meet me for lunch, me and Koyama are heading to his Ramen shop.”
“Sure.” No one ever passed up and opportunity to visit Koya-mama.
That night YamaPi went to sleep, spread out on his back and stretching his limbs to the four corners like a luxurious cat. He rolled onto his stomach and repeated the motion, before tucking his arms under the pillow and drifting off to sleep. It was still early in the evening but he needed to regain some lost sleep time.
He woke up on his side to music playing that he didn’t recognize. Oh hey, he didn’t recognize the room either. He sat up and rubbed at his face, and peered through the cracks between his fingers at the colourful room. Looking around he didn’t find any clues as to where he’d fallen asleep, but he would have bet money that he had fallen asleep in his own bed. His bladder twisted and so he shuffled over to the bathroom, not really thinking about where he was going.
He was pretty, boy pretty, that kind of haughty vogue pretty that was like a mix of Matsujun and Tegoshi. Pointy chin, pointy cheeks and tiny cute ears too. With his hair all tangled and messed up from sleep it made an almost afro around his head. He tugged on some of the black strands and felt pain, so it was quite possible he wasn’t dreaming. Or he was having one of those really freaky vivid dreams. Well this sure counted as freaky alright, what was that movie he’d watched with Jin that was just like this? Freaky Friday, well the title fit.
Okay so freaky Friday it is. He opened the door and a weird wrinkly dog followed him into the bathroom. He paid it only half a thought as he peed and went back to checking himself out in the mirror. That was when he noticed the floating kana above his own head. Ji Yong, it read and he tried it out loud finding that he managed the sounds perfectly, odd given he’d never been any use at speaking Korean. The weird looking dog butted his leg with his wrinkly face and he squinted at it. “You look more like a stuffed toy then you do a dog.” He told it with his oddly melodic voice. When he turned back to the mirror it read ‘feed GaHo’. Which would be helpful if he knew who that was, another butt to his leg and he looked down at the dog, there was his name floating over his head. Ah, found GaHo.
He moved into the kitchen and probably should have been shocked to see someone else sitting there, instead he just nodded at him and shuffled past him to grab the dog bowl. Above the other man’s head it said ‘Tae Yang’, he was eating something that YamaPi couldn’t even name, so he took the dog bowl and washed it out, gave him some new water, scooped some food into it and put it down.
“I think Dae Sung gets to wake up Seung Hyun today.” He grunted in response and ladled some of the red soup into his own bowl, it was still steaming so the other man couldn’t have been awake for too long. The little flashing words in front of him told him to ask Tae Yang what time Seung Hyun came home last night, and so he did. “Late probably. He always stays out all night when it’s with Jae Joong and Hyun Joong. Try not to yell at him too much if he falls asleep ‘kay?” He smiled at him, and it sparkled, it was a smile that could kill and YamaPi could only smile back thinking that he was like a weird mix of Massu and Koyama. Either way YamaPi liked him.
While eating breakfast another guy came in, yawning and scratching his belly his huge white shirt had a hole in the shoulder and he wore bright neon shorts. YamaPi checked his name quickly, Seungri, he smiled at them and made a bee-line for the food. He nudged the dog with his foot on the way by as a greeting and the writing appeared again so he scowled at him for good measure but was too busy stuffing his face to say anything. It was surprisingly yummy.
“How late was Seung Hyun out? How plastered was he when he got home and who’s turn is it to wake him today?” He looked positively gleeful, putting his bowl down on the table and immediately shovelling as much of it into his mouth as he could.
“Not me.” Tae Yang shared his grin, and YamaPi shook his head when the new guy turned to look at him.
“Poor Dae Sung.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.
YamaPi choked on and laugh and Seungri grinned at him.
That was how YamaPi’s morning went. He liked these four, they seemed nice enough. Eventually Dae Sung emerged, made a face when they told him to go wake the oldest, but went anyways. The younger man was sunny and happy with a deep tan and a super smile, the last was pale and tall, he rubbed his eyes and lay his head on the table while they got ready.
YamaPi got another shock when he went to get dressed, but he probably should have thought about it ahead of time. The closet looked like a neon rainbow had thrown up all over the place, some items actually made him cringe a little. With Massu in mind he grabbed something that hopefully would work and dressed quickly. He couldn’t linger over pale skin because they were late already. ‘Again’ the mental writing offered helpfully, he had to bite back a laugh at that.
YamaPi fell asleep in the car ride joining Seung Hyun the two of them dropping off as soon as the van started. He wondered all the while about the man who he was, the one who was a friend to these four? Ji Yong, who was he?
~~
When Ji Yong woke up and found himself in someone else’s break room when he was 90% sure he took a nap in his own, he just narrowed his eyes and looked around. He was surrounded by pretty men, two were sitting on the far couch fucking around with a guitar slapping at each other as they passed it back and forth. He recognized the smaller man, Ryo-chan it said over his head, and the other was new. When he noticed YamaPi looking he looked up and gave him a secretive grin, Jin, and then Ryo slapped his shoulder and he returned his attention to the guitar. Koyama and Tego were eating at the table with Massu and Shige was stretching his neck at the far end of the table giving a note book a positively angry stare. He recognized them now.
Looking down at his plain brown boots he managed not to sigh out loud. He looked like he could be a model, but dressed like hobo. Standing he stretched and moved over to the food table, he’d been thinking about a song before he went to sleep but it wasn’t coming along, like a damned river in his brain. That or an aneurism waiting to happen, but when you lived with Big Bang it was only to be expected. Koyama looked up first when he came over and he smiled, Ji Yong smiled back, his face muscles felt looser somehow, and the oddly worded prompts around the room always said to smile, smile, smile it felt like a nicer version of a photo shoot but he kept expecting his cheeks to get sore.
“Hey sleepy-head.” Tego said around cheeks distended with food, he looked like a mirror of Massu that way.
“Hey.” He sat down hand in the chair and Koyama pushed some of the snacks over to him giving Tego a look.
“I told you, he needed to sleep more, be nice.” Just for that Koyama stole one of his cakes and Massu snorted, Tego pulled a bitchy face but Koyama shoved it in his mouth whole. Above his head appeared the note ‘Tego pranked his phone again.’ Ji Yong laughed, somehow this felt free, even if the next note said ‘I helped, Koyama just doesn’t know yet.’
“Can I have that?” It was Shige’s note book on the far side of Massu and the Shige nodded at him handed it over so YamaPi could tear a page out of the back. “Pen?” Shige rolled his eyes but handed over a purple sparkly pen from the set of glitter pens he was using. Koyama and Tego had stolen all his other ones and replaced them when he naively left his bag unguarded one day.
Composing in his head was too hard, he’d need to flush something out later, but he wrote notes, filled the page with hand-written melody. Around him someone else’s life passed, but he was smiling even as he sat here writing to himself, this was the type of person he’d never thought he’d like, but he was finding that he liked being YamaPi, maybe he would like to meet YamaPi someday. Which was probably impossible because the only way any of this could even be a little feasible would be if this was a dream. So obviously he was dreaming.
That made it okay when he stripped when he got home, stopping only to feed the dogs, running his hands over the tight chest muscles and flat stomach he found under his clothes. God he was hot, and that was a weird thought. He could see the mirror from the bed and it was far enough from masturbation and close enough to sex that he was feeling flushed and he wasn’t doing anything but playing with his nipples. Tight brown nipples on the curve of a strong pectoral, and they were sensitive too. The harsh bite of his own nails into them made him gasp out loud and god, his voice sounded even better like this, faintly breathy and deeper, he could feel it rumbling from his own chest. YamaPi’s eyes were dark, fanned by generous lashes and Ji Yong admired them in mirror when he wasn’t distracted by his chest, shoulder, skin, neck, god he was beautiful.
He flicked the button to his jeans without too much thought and raised up on his knees so he could push them down and then shifted around so he could kick them off entirely. God, he hadn’t noticed when he went to the bathroom but he was hung too. This was an awesome dream. Half hard, he teased the outline of his cock through the thin cotton of his briefs, he forgot to watch in the mirror, more intent on just watching. He spread his thighs and reached down to toy with heavy balls too. Sensation shivered through his body in waves, making all his hairs stand on end, and he moaned softly. He could feel it pulsing under his fingertips as he gripped himself through the fabric of his underwear, heart beat rushing in time with the rush in his ears. This was so weird. Also, really hot.
Unwilling to draw it out too much he quickly stripped off the briefs too, but found a moment between the desperate rise of his dick and the buzzing in his brain to admire strong legs and tanned thighs. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist, tight tummy and a next to perfect physique. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he caught a flash of the writing, shaky now but still there. ‘In the night-table’. He rolled across the bed until he could root around in there, he found a tube of lube, there were condoms, and a rather large looking dildo that made him moan just looking at purple silicone. His ass clenched thinking about the girth of it, he grabbed the lube and placed it on the bed, shifting and moving back to the mirror.
In the soft lighting he looked incredible, chest flushed with arousal, and his stomach clenching as his dick bobbed with the motion hard and inviting. Slick hands felt like hot velvet giving him a nice place to thrust into. With his other hand he rolled the softness of his balls and his hips snapped up unto the motion. It felt like fire and heat and he groaned deep in his throat, it sounded almost like a purr and Ji Yong wanted to be in two places at once, wanted to press his cheek against his chest when he made that sound and feel it resonate in his bones. Fuck, he spread his legs wider the mirror barely managed to show the curve of his butt as he scooted forward giving himself more room.
‘One finger should do it.’ Was written on the mirror and he smiled, god YamaPi’s face was so pretty though.
One of his long fingers stole down where it was shadowed, and he was so sensitive here too, shivers chasing along his spine and making his brain numb with pleasure. It felt like sparks were going off and he was just pressing against it lightly. ‘Harder’ Said the mirror and Ji Yong grinned, the angle was all wrong and he could barely sink down on his fingers, but that wasn’t what mattered, it was the sensation of a hot body around his fingers and the feeling of stretching, pushing in too fast because instead of stinging like it should it felt so good. Twists of his fingers in time with his hips, he was really bendy, had him groaning and panting, trying to watch in the mirror where his fingers were sinking into his ass. For a moment he thought seriously about the dildo, but the writing on the mirror said, ‘now now, god please now.’
“Okay.” He whispered, and his voice was so turned on, so desperate he just nodded at his reflection and slid his fingers free. A little more lube and he was fucking the tunnel of his fist almost desperately. The bounce of the bed helped and he moved counter-point to it.
It fizzled across his skin and settled low in his tummy, making him tighten his abdomen, his hand flying over his cock, eyes wide open and fixed on his own almost startled stare. So fucking hot. He came in waves, the first one almost made him close his eyes, but then there was the shiny head of YamaPi’s dick, pushing through his fist and he couldn’t help but stare as he came; it was a feedback loop, so incredibly arousing watching himself come all over his flat stomach.
When the last shocks stopped he lay flat on his back and breathed hard for a moment. This was one seriously awesome dream, he ran his fingers through the cooling come on his tummy and smiled.
~~
“We’re on in ten, come on.” It was Dae Sung, with his grin clapping him on the shoulder. Seungri was messing around in the mirror, trying to make his costume look perfect, and it was a testament to how much time YamaPi had to spend as G-Dragon, that he knew that. Tae Yang was trying to show Seung Hyun how to do one of the dance steps. No matter how often he did it, he never seemed to get any better at it, but he had his game face on, which actually looked like all his other faces, but he was watching the way Tae Yang twisted rather intently.
YamaPi probably should have thought to be nervous, he hadn’t had to perform as G-Dragon yet, but he just felt excited, stage fright morphing into something bright and sharp in his belly. He could see it reflected in the others and he sat back, legs crossed and watched them all get into the proper head space.
“Let’s move.” YamaPi said with conviction. This was the part he was good at, Koyama jokingly called it ‘rallying the troops’. They followed him and the rest of the PD out into the hall, he made a cute face at the camera as he went by, and he could hear the others giving quick happy messages to the fans watching the backstage. He gave the next camera a victory sign and a little tongue then he was waiting in the back wing.
The dancers and the rest of the band joined him shortly and he gave everyone a level stare before breaking out in a dazzling grin. “Let’s do our best.” He said simply, believing that everyone would understand what went unsaid too. Tae Yang was the first to smile back, and even Seung Hyun grinned at him, a lazy sort of sardonic grin, but he was smiling.
“Of course.” Seungri cried, and they broke the hand circle. Now they were ready to perform.
He was hot and sweaty from the costume and the bright lights, but he’d thrown himself into singing and dancing completely. It had felt so great, even if he hadn’t known the lyrics until the moment he spoke them, it was freeing in an odd kind of way.
“You did better than usual.” Someone clapped him over the shoulder, oddly written above that person’s head was ‘bitch’ and so he raised a single annoyed eyebrow at him and went back to mopping at the sweat with his towel. He moved around them and made a bee-line for the dressing room, he needed to get cleaned up. Dae Sung was still bouncing like a puppy at Seungri’s heels, the two of them on a total energy high. YamaPi grinned to himself and decided not to let bitch get him down.
“You know he’s sort of right, even if he always is a total fuck-wit about it.” Seung Hyun slid up next to him with a lazy sort of grace he could never project while dancing but oozed any other time. “You’re not better than usual, but you’re happy.”
“Am I acting different?” That was what YamaPi really wanted to know, he knew the inside and out of this man’s life, but he didn’t know him exactly.
“No.” Seung Hyun made a face at him, “just, happy. Like something good happened.” Well maybe it did. He shrugged back at him. Sometimes it was hard to remember that the other guy was the oldest, he never let it show. “That or Prozac.” He moved away before YamaPi could punch his shoulder, laughing as he moved ahead of him into the ready room. Asshole, he thought with a fond smile.
He changed quickly to go home, and deciding to shower before his nap, he’d go out once he wasn’t so exhausted. Getting undressed he ran the water and showered quickly. Wrapping the towel around his waist on the way out he looked at the mirror. Making a snap decision he wrote ‘I want to meet YamaPi’ in the fog.
After that he went to sleep.
~~
YamaPi wouldn’t have remembered his dreams at all if it hadn’t been for Keita. The song that he’d ended up finishing, but could never remember where the inspiration came from was to be the title track of their next single. It was a song about excitement and adventure and falling in love with a far away land. YamaPi actually wasn’t sure about any of it but smiled off all the questions about it. The w-inds had just gotten off a long Around-Asia tour and YamaPi was visiting his long time friend’s house for a halo party. He was sipping his beer and planning to run Keita over with his warthog when something caught his attention. Ryohei was sitting on the far couch cross-legged and listening to music, some of it was loud enough to hear and it tugged at something in his subconcious.
“What’s that?” He put his controller down and stood to go see what Keita’s band mate was doing.
“Oh, that’s G-Dragon.” Ryuichi said, coming back with three new beers, he passed one to Ryohei, and one to YamaPi. “Him and Ryohei became totally BFF when he was here.” That got him an annoyed glare from the older rapper.
“Ji Yong.” YamaPi said absently and Ryohei looked pleasantly surprised.
“I didn’t know you knew Big Bang.”
YamaPi just smiled, you know what? Neither did he. But he couldn’t deny that he knew the song, he made a mental note to google it later.
It wasn’t until he was on music station that he remembered that particular mental note. Koyama was grinning at him winningly as he asked, Big Bang, who was that? YamaPi shrugged, he had no clue but for some reason it sounded really familiar. Oh that’s it, he explained that the w-inds did a collaboration with one of them, and that was how he knew. Koyama just gave him that patronizing smile, and for once he wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong. It made him was to apologize for it though.
He wandered from the ready room when he met someone wandering in the opposite direction just outside. He had a pretty almost elf-ish face and shoes that would have done the Johnny designers proud. He gave YamaPi a grin, and he looked like someone YamaPi knew.
“You’re YamaPi right?” He was shocked a little flattered.
“Yeah.” He smiled back, he was so pretty that it actually made YamaPi feel a little nervous flutter in his stomach.
“I’m a fan.” He nodded.
“G-Dragon?” He wasn’t quite sure what made him say it, but he did and the other man looked startled and then pleased.
“Yeah, but you can call me Ji Yong.” If YamaPi didn’t know better he’d think the other man was flirting with him. Well maybe in Korea they did things differently?
“I’m a bit of a fan myself.” He said and the other man looked so satisfied with himself that he would need to google the name on his mobile during the break, because if it wasn’t true before it was true now.
“This may be a little weird, but we’re new here.” He waved his hand around to indicate his band, or Japan, or something. “And I’m not too good at Japanese. Maybe we could talk some time?”
“How about drinks after filming?” The smile he got from that was practically glowing.
“I’d like that.”
~~
Jin waited on the hill closest to the moon, well he wasn’t really ‘Jin’ in this form, but he’d come to like that name after seeing it in all the magazines. Koyama didn’t disappoint, he was always here on the full moon. He wore his original form, a simple yukata, his hair unbound and shining in the intense light. They’d called him many things over the years, the one that stuck in Japan was the rabbit of the moon, Jin just shook his head wondering what Koyama had done to make them think he was a rabbit.
“It looks like it worked.” Koyama jumped and turned to glare at him, pretty pale face all annoyed.
“It looks like it did. I haven’t checked the book of destiny yet.”
They had taken a gamble, the book of destiny was calculated and recalculated all the time, and listed the probabilities of every action and reaction of the whole word. There had been a 5.3% chance that Yamashita would meet Ji Yong on the filming of Music Station and find a bond that would define him over the next portion of his life. Jin had seen the red string, but just because it was there didn’t mean it was strong enough to defeat destiny or everyone would be finding their other half all the time and divorce lawyers would be out of work, Jin thought with a snort. Somehow, YamaPi a simple mortal who wasn’t always so simple, had managed to worm his way in to the heart of not only the princess of the moon, but the dragon of the Yangzi river as well.
Together they’d changed his destiny. Well YamaPi did a bit of the work himself too.
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Date: 2010-03-14 03:14 am (UTC)psst this so needs a sequel by the way(lol)
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Date: 2010-03-14 06:21 am (UTC)...Plus I love NEWS and Big Bang. XDD
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Date: 2010-03-14 07:22 am (UTC)I LOVE YOU FOREVER.
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Date: 2010-03-15 03:24 am (UTC)well, almost? XD I LOVE THIS LINE. made me LOL
He looked like he could be a model, but dressed like hobo.