G-dragon
Jiyong
His name is like a sweet dream. His name is everything to me. Jiyong, such a beautiful name. It would have to be, such a beautiful name for such a beautiful face. I have been thinking about him all night, it is now one a.m. and I have not been able to sleep. The hotel got the rooms mixed up, so now I and Jiyong are sharing a bed. He told me that he needed something to hug so he could get to sleep, so now I am here, lying in his arms. My back is pressed against his perfect chest, my body moulded to his. I tilt my head down slightly, lightly pressing my lips to his arm. He smells so good, like he always has. His arm moves, sliding down to my stomach, pulling me tighter against him. I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine, and I can feel him move. I bite my lip, hoping that I have not woken him; I do not want him to pull away.
“Are you cold Seung-hyun?” His voice is a whisper, and it fills my ears. His breath moves along the back of my neck, caressing my skin.
“I am sorry I woke you.” I say my voice apologetic. I even tilt my head down in a slight bow. He gives a small laugh. It is like magic, so soft, so sweet.
“Your formality feels cold little panda.” I smile at this; he rarely uses this name as the others consider it a silly nick name. But I love hearing him say it, but I could never admit this.
“Why do you hide your face little panda? It is so cute, please let me see it.” His voice holds a slight plea, and I can almost picture him with that little pout of his. He is so cute. I roll over, but he does not let me go. He is still holding me, and our faces are so close. I can feel the warmth from his breath on my face. And if I thought he smelt good before, he smells amazing now. I am so close, and I am so glad it is dark so he can’t see the red that I know is running along my cheeks.
“Jiyong I am sorry” I apologize again, but he just pouts. Moving his hands he grabs my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him and wrapping his arms around my back, embracing me.
“Your formality is so cold.” His breath is on my ear, his voice just a whisper. “Why are you so cold to me? We are not with any others, why are you not just yourself?” but I do not know how to answer. We just stay like that, and I slowly feel my arms move to hug him back. We do not move, and I can feel the minutes pass. I do not remember how, but I eventually fall asleep.
The morning light burns against my eyelids, and they slowly flutter open. The memories of last night fill my mind, and I sit up, quicker than I should be able to after just waking up. Apart from me the bed is empty, and my heart drops. Was it just a dream? It was so realistic; I can feel a frown pulling at my lips. There is movement out in the next room, so I quickly get up and pull my shirt on. Slowly I walk to the door, pushing it open a fraction. I can see Jiyong in the little kitchen, cooking something. He notices me and smiles “Good morning little panda, I hope I didn’t keep you up last night.” He winks at me, and I have to drop my head so that he does not see the red in my cheeks. He laughs, and I look back to him.
“Mmm smells good, I didn’t know you could cook.” I sit down on one of the stools, watching as he starts to serve the food.
