Companions
Apr. 20th, 2015 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kimnamsTitle: Companions
Rating: PG
Pairing: Taeyang/Seungri
Word Count: 320
Description: Youngbae takes two of his favourite companions on a walk.
A/N: Just a little drabble that never went anywhere. Originally posted on my livejournal page, but I'm developing my style a bit more by moving onto dreamwidth with slightly different, improved wording.
The clear canopy of a winter morning could be shattered by anything as delicate as an almost silent whine. It’s Seungri’s almost silent whine.
“It’s cold, hyung.”
Seungri firmly shoved his brittle hands into his pockets. His coat was long, thick, collared, iced with frost from shoulder to shoulder. Youngbae turned slowly to him, not saying a word but making the younger feel acknowledged. Youngbae knew that Seungri didn’t feel acknowledged enough.
The hurting cold scattered itself in all areas of the fields. It was glittering with frost through evergreen leaves, lining a corner of damp white tinsel around all of the pebbles trodden into the earth, and it blew from lamp post to lamp post.
Youngbae clasped an icy tennis ball within his own reddened palm, and threw it. The little puppy pacing beside him suddenly darted after it, shaking the frost from his coat as he galloped at full pace.
(This of course referring to Homie, not Seungri.)
Suddenly, they paused; the crisp mutter of trampled grass was muted underneath their boots for a moment. The older man’s eyes were tense and fully directed at his pet, and Seungri felt uncomfortable.
Seungri shuffled over the lawn. The frosted grass crunched and numbed his toes.
“Hyung?”
“Mm?” responded Youngbae, a bit distantly.
Lee Seunghyun was a talkative man, but now forming a sound felt foreign.
Cold breath escaped his nostrils and invaded the mist; “Why did you bring me with you?”
Homie was chasing and irritating flocks of sheep, but attention towards the surprisingly awkward young man next to him was more important to Youngbae at this time.
After bringing tingling fingers to either side of his grey beanie and tugging the thermal fabric over his little ears, he grinned, placing a firm arm around his maknae.
“Because you’re my littlest brother, and I want to be able to look after you always.”
Then Seungri didn’t feel so cold.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Taeyang/Seungri
Word Count: 320
Description: Youngbae takes two of his favourite companions on a walk.
A/N: Just a little drabble that never went anywhere. Originally posted on my livejournal page, but I'm developing my style a bit more by moving onto dreamwidth with slightly different, improved wording.
The clear canopy of a winter morning could be shattered by anything as delicate as an almost silent whine. It’s Seungri’s almost silent whine.
“It’s cold, hyung.”
Seungri firmly shoved his brittle hands into his pockets. His coat was long, thick, collared, iced with frost from shoulder to shoulder. Youngbae turned slowly to him, not saying a word but making the younger feel acknowledged. Youngbae knew that Seungri didn’t feel acknowledged enough.
The hurting cold scattered itself in all areas of the fields. It was glittering with frost through evergreen leaves, lining a corner of damp white tinsel around all of the pebbles trodden into the earth, and it blew from lamp post to lamp post.
Youngbae clasped an icy tennis ball within his own reddened palm, and threw it. The little puppy pacing beside him suddenly darted after it, shaking the frost from his coat as he galloped at full pace.
(This of course referring to Homie, not Seungri.)
Suddenly, they paused; the crisp mutter of trampled grass was muted underneath their boots for a moment. The older man’s eyes were tense and fully directed at his pet, and Seungri felt uncomfortable.
Seungri shuffled over the lawn. The frosted grass crunched and numbed his toes.
“Hyung?”
“Mm?” responded Youngbae, a bit distantly.
Lee Seunghyun was a talkative man, but now forming a sound felt foreign.
Cold breath escaped his nostrils and invaded the mist; “Why did you bring me with you?”
Homie was chasing and irritating flocks of sheep, but attention towards the surprisingly awkward young man next to him was more important to Youngbae at this time.
After bringing tingling fingers to either side of his grey beanie and tugging the thermal fabric over his little ears, he grinned, placing a firm arm around his maknae.
“Because you’re my littlest brother, and I want to be able to look after you always.”
Then Seungri didn’t feel so cold.
