Big Bang Scenarios

Meeting Again// Seungri (Part 4)

How could it be? How was it possible? No. It can’t be possible. You must’ve just been seeing things. 

How could Seunghyun - No, don’t even think his name. Don’t even give his name the time that it takes to formulate half a thought. Do. Not. He is a waste of time, of space, of oxygen. 

But you can’t stop yourself. Your mind keeps spinning and spinning and spinning as you sit in your apartment, with your blanket around your shoulders. You left Korea to get away from it, get away from all of this. You left for a new start. 

You came back for one, too. He can’t possibly ruin it. You won’t let him. You refuse to let him be a shadow over every damn thing you ever do. No no no no no…. Your thoughts trail as your coffee cools and you drift off into an unsettled dreaming. 

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You wake up the next day, exhausted. You rub your eyes, then remember that you still have to go to work. You take the shortest, coldest shower you’ve ever taken in your entire life, then practically run to work. Once there, you calm your nerves and get changed.

You spend the day in a blur of dancing, laughing, sweating, and making new friends. Everyone here is fantastic, and you soon completely forget about Seunghyun. They say when you do something that you love, you never work a day in your life. It looks like it’s true. You lose yourself in the movements and the feel of the dance floor.

When the day comes to an end, you’re truly sorry to be going home so early. When some of your new friends invite you out for a drink, you consider for a moment, then decline. You’re still in a bit of a transitional phase, and you don’t want to get inebriated and completely lose your composure.  

You go home, make yourself some hot, thick soup. You crank up your music and commence scrolling on tumblr, this American blogging platform you’ve come to love. The doorbell rings and you groan inwardly. Who would visit at this hour?… You ignore it in hopes that the person will give up and go away.

It rings again and you heave a gigantic sigh. You get up, call “I’m coming” and walk toward the door. The chain is on, so you crack open the door without looking out the peephole.

” _______, I -“

You shut the door as fast as you can. Seunghyun. How did he - Of course. Of course he did.

He bangs on the door. “________! Please!”

You turn and put your back to the door, sinking down to the floor. What are you going to do? He’s not going to leave. He’s much to stubborn to do that. But you can’t leave him outside forever.

Yes you can.

No, you can’t.

Yes you can.

No.

You crack open the door again. And he’s looking at you with those sheepish, red-tinged eyes with the bags under his eyes. 

Are you KIDDING me.

Really tumblr? Really? 

Wow.

Okay. I’m really mad. I just finished the second half of Meeting Again 4 and tumblr doesn’t save it when I click save. 

Eff this.  

When You’re Scared//Daesung

“Jagi~ Jagiya?” You hear from the hallway, but you don’t make a sound. You’re frozen where you are, wedged in between the bed and the wall, curled up.

Dae calls again, “Baby? Babe where are you?” You hear his footsteps echo across the hallway and you can’t help but curl further into the corner. Even if Dae is home… No, you can’t be sure. 

He walks into the room and jumps when he sees you sitting in the corner. “Babe. You scared me.”

You stare at him as he walks closer to you. “____. Are you okay?”

When he gets close enough, you jump into his arms, holding him as tightly as you possibly can. He whispers, “Tell me what happened.”

You pull him into the corner with you, then proceed to tell him what had happened while he was out.

You’d been reading a book on the bed when you heard noises, thumps. You closed your book then slid into the corner where you were now, crouching. You heard two voices - male - and you knew it couldn’t be Daesung. You sat and watched shadows passing outside the room, waiting for the men to come in and catch you in this corner. You sat and waited for your imminent doom.

Finally, slowly, carefully, the door knob turned - and stopped when it heard the front door was being opened.  And then there was “Jagi~” 

You’d sat there and listened to the sounds of the men leaving, and Dae coming in, scared to death that they would find him and hurt him. When he finally walked in… It was miraculous. 

As Dae listened to your story, his face hardened. Finally, you took a good look at him and asked, “Dae? Are you okay?”

“No. How dare they? How dare they scared you half to death, how dare they even intrude into my home?”

“I’m okay though. Did you see if anything got stolen?”

“Well, no, but hold on. I’ll call the police and then we’ll take care of this, okay?” He kisses the top of your head and whispers “I’m so glad you’re okay. I’m so glad they didn’t touch you.”

After he calls 119, he sits with you in that little corner, brushing your hair, holding your hand. When the police arrive, he gently untangles himself from you, then puts you into the bed. “Sleep, ____. It’ll be over before you know it. I love you.”