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Description
Title: spiralling
Fandom: Big Bang
Rating: G
Genre: fluff. AU
Pairing: Ji Yong/Seung Ri

O1
"I never read, I only look at pictures."
- Andy Warhol

Kwon Ji Yong isn't exactly sure why he's here but somehow his feet brought him inside this small gallery at the university. Art students are currently having their mini showcase, everybody seems to know everyone, making him feel a little bit out of place on his worn out sneakers and almost damp blonde hair. He curses under his breath and blames the heavy rain earlier. He grips the strap of his guitar and makes his way through the group of artists and enthusiasts who are complimenting and inspecting various works. From the edges of his peripheral vision, he sees one particular work of neglected art. He stares at it intently, he almost want to touch it as if it's drawing him in. He notices the use of rich colors, the composition of subjects, falling perfectly into the right places. He never knew much about art, he's a music student after all, but he thinks it's poetic and is definitely the best piece in the place. It looks like it's intricately done, making a story of its own.

A small paper underneath the painting says, "Title: SPILLS. Medium: Oil on Canvas. Artist: SEUNG RI."

---
O2
"There are so many songs about Love."
- Andy Warhol

Lee Seung Hyun skips the white lines as he crosses the pedestrian. He struts his way inside a dainty café just outside the uni, the cold weather making everybody cramped up in this cozy place. He takes some easy steps, blending in with the crowd of students until he reaches for the counter. He orders his regular fix of café latte, he waits for his drink and makes himself busy by reading the announcements at the corkboard. He adjusts his horn-rimmed glasses and stares at the notes and pictures pinned all over, squinting his eyes a little as a particular tattered note catches his attention. He silently hums a tune and reads, it appears to be poetry of some sort or maybe lyrics. Neatly written against a coffee stained paper. He can't express himself well in words, he's more of a visual type but he thinks it's beautiful and he's almost afraid that it'll fade away. He realizes that the barista is handing over his coffee.

And he takes a glance back at the board and catches the lyrics signed, "G-DRAGON".

---
O3
"People should fall in love with their eyes closed."
- Andy Warhol

Ji Yong sighs as he slumps against the cool grass. He puts his headphone on and tries to concentrate on his trusty notebook. He struggles with the words that usually flow so perfectly once he starts to move his pen through the beats of his music. He glances around for inspiration, eyes squinting against the sun. He momentarily looks at a guy masked with camera from a distance, he's pacing back and forth, pointing his lens to oblivion. And suddenly he staggers a little and then tries to cough his embarrassment away, Ji Yong's lips quirks up into a smile at the sight. He thinks it's cute and sips his half warm coffee. Shaking his head, he gets back into his music and writes about artists, photographs and strangers stumbling over.

Seung Hyun loves taking photographs. He says moments don't last, so he takes lots of it, usually to document everything and anything that motivates him in creating artworks. He bites his lower lip and continuously watches people through his lens. He suddenly hears a loud grunt, he turns and peeks where it is coming from through his viewfinder. Finally, his vision settles to the guy, he's getting up and looks like he just spilled his drink. Seung Hyun finds it amusing as the stranger flashes his teeth into a silly grin while wiping off his shirt and stuffs. He lets out a cackle he didn't know he's been holding and captures his subject sporting a little too big hoodie hovering his eyes but beaming proudly in the middle of the park.

---
O4
"And then, my dear, it was like a storybook fairytale."
- Andy Warhol

Seung Hyun walks up to the nearest pavilion as the rain starts to pour. The spot where students usually hang out is empty, except for a blonde boy who's seriously strumming his guitar amidst the bad weather. He checks the note that he silently slipped in his pocket from the café earlier. He clears his throat and shakes his wet shoes as if it'll dry faster if he does that.

Ji Yong plucks his instrument away and out of habit occasionally scribbles strewn words on the wall near him. Then he hears the thumps of the other's shoes against the pavement and he spares a glance to the person in front of him. He nods in recognition then lets out a smile and the other mirrors his grin in response.

After minutes of not so subtle glances, one manages to blurt out, "wow, you have scribbles on your sneakers – are those lyrics?" and the other half-laughing answers with, "hey, why do you have paint splatters all over your jeans? – but I think it's cool." And then their voices and laughter echoes just a bit further and time seems a little bit too short as the clear skies finally casts on their faces.

When it is time to part, Ji Yong pats the younger's back, says he enjoyed their small chat but has to go, he stifles a laugh and waves the other goodbye. He catches a few steps when he hears someone calls out, "Seung Ri – yah!" He let the name linger for awhile and then he walks his way further.

Seung Hyun looks over his shoulder and greets his friend when he catches a glimpse of the notes at the wall he saw the older was scribbling earlier. And on the far right corner, in bold black letters, "G-DRAGON". And he seeks the blonde out of the crowd, see him prancing with his guitar on his back making his way through the gallery, before Seung Hyun lost him from his sight.

---
O5
"Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?"
- Andy Warhol

Ji Yong sighs as he slumps against the cool grass. He takes his headphone off and tries to concentrate on his trusty notebook. His words flow so perfectly once he starts to move his pen through the rhythm of his heart beat. He glances around for his inspiration, he sees his guy with camera from a distance, and he's pacing back and forth, pointing his lens to oblivion. And suddenly Seung Hyun staggers a little and then tries to cough his embarrassment away, some things never change. Ji Yong's lips quirks up into a smile at the sight as he sips his half warm coffee. Shaking his head, he gets back into his music and writes about artists, photographs and love stumbling over.

Seung Hyun loves taking photographs. He says moments don't last, so he takes lots of it, usually to document everything and anything Ji Yong. He bites his lower lip and continuously watches him through his lens. He suddenly hears a loud grunt, he turns and peeks through his viewfinder, only to find Ji Yong getting up and looks like he just spilled his drink. Seung Hyun finds it amusing, how he flashes his teeth into a silly grin while wiping off his shirt and stuffs. He lets out a cackle he didn't know he's been holding and captures his one and only subject beaming proudly in the middle of the park, oh such a beautiful sight.

And then their eyes met, fate reflected in each other's eyes, because you never really look for love, right? It will find you.

Description
Title: spiralling
Fandom: Big Bang
Rating: G
Genre: fluff. AU
Pairing: Ji Yong/Seung Ri

O1
"I never read, I only look at pictures."
- Andy Warhol

Kwon Ji Yong isn't exactly sure why he's here but somehow his feet brought him inside this small gallery at the university. Art students are currently having their mini showcase, everybody seems to know everyone, making him feel a little bit out of place on his worn out sneakers and almost damp blonde hair. He curses under his breath and blames the heavy rain earlier. He grips the strap of his guitar and makes his way through the group of artists and enthusiasts who are complimenting and inspecting various works. From the edges of his peripheral vision, he sees one particular work of neglected art. He stares at it intently, he almost want to touch it as if it's drawing him in. He notices the use of rich colors, the composition of subjects, falling perfectly into the right places. He never knew much about art, he's a music student after all, but he thinks it's poetic and is definitely the best piece in the place. It looks like it's intricately done, making a story of its own.

A small paper underneath the painting says, "Title: SPILLS. Medium: Oil on Canvas. Artist: SEUNG RI."

---
O2
"There are so many songs about Love."
- Andy Warhol

Lee Seung Hyun skips the white lines as he crosses the pedestrian. He struts his way inside a dainty café just outside the uni, the cold weather making everybody cramped up in this cozy place. He takes some easy steps, blending in with the crowd of students until he reaches for the counter. He orders his regular fix of café latte, he waits for his drink and makes himself busy by reading the announcements at the corkboard. He adjusts his horn-rimmed glasses and stares at the notes and pictures pinned all over, squinting his eyes a little as a particular tattered note catches his attention. He silently hums a tune and reads, it appears to be poetry of some sort or maybe lyrics. Neatly written against a coffee stained paper. He can't express himself well in words, he's more of a visual type but he thinks it's beautiful and he's almost afraid that it'll fade away. He realizes that the barista is handing over his coffee.

And he takes a glance back at the board and catches the lyrics signed, "G-DRAGON".

---
O3
"People should fall in love with their eyes closed."
- Andy Warhol

Ji Yong sighs as he slumps against the cool grass. He puts his headphone on and tries to concentrate on his trusty notebook. He struggles with the words that usually flow so perfectly once he starts to move his pen through the beats of his music. He glances around for inspiration, eyes squinting against the sun. He momentarily looks at a guy masked with camera from a distance, he's pacing back and forth, pointing his lens to oblivion. And suddenly he staggers a little and then tries to cough his embarrassment away, Ji Yong's lips quirks up into a smile at the sight. He thinks it's cute and sips his half warm coffee. Shaking his head, he gets back into his music and writes about artists, photographs and strangers stumbling over.

Seung Hyun loves taking photographs. He says moments don't last, so he takes lots of it, usually to document everything and anything that motivates him in creating artworks. He bites his lower lip and continuously watches people through his lens. He suddenly hears a loud grunt, he turns and peeks where it is coming from through his viewfinder. Finally, his vision settles to the guy, he's getting up and looks like he just spilled his drink. Seung Hyun finds it amusing as the stranger flashes his teeth into a silly grin while wiping off his shirt and stuffs. He lets out a cackle he didn't know he's been holding and captures his subject sporting a little too big hoodie hovering his eyes but beaming proudly in the middle of the park.

---
O4
"And then, my dear, it was like a storybook fairytale."
- Andy Warhol

Seung Hyun walks up to the nearest pavilion as the rain starts to pour. The spot where students usually hang out is empty, except for a blonde boy who's seriously strumming his guitar amidst the bad weather. He checks the note that he silently slipped in his pocket from the café earlier. He clears his throat and shakes his wet shoes as if it'll dry faster if he does that.

Ji Yong plucks his instrument away and out of habit occasionally scribbles strewn words on the wall near him. Then he hears the thumps of the other's shoes against the pavement and he spares a glance to the person in front of him. He nods in recognition then lets out a smile and the other mirrors his grin in response.

After minutes of not so subtle glances, one manages to blurt out, "wow, you have scribbles on your sneakers – are those lyrics?" and the other half-laughing answers with, "hey, why do you have paint splatters all over your jeans? – but I think it's cool." And then their voices and laughter echoes just a bit further and time seems a little bit too short as the clear skies finally casts on their faces.

When it is time to part, Ji Yong pats the younger's back, says he enjoyed their small chat but has to go, he stifles a laugh and waves the other goodbye. He catches a few steps when he hears someone calls out, "Seung Ri – yah!" He let the name linger for awhile and then he walks his way further.

Seung Hyun looks over his shoulder and greets his friend when he catches a glimpse of the notes at the wall he saw the older was scribbling earlier. And on the far right corner, in bold black letters, "G-DRAGON". And he seeks the blonde out of the crowd, see him prancing with his guitar on his back making his way through the gallery, before Seung Hyun lost him from his sight.

---
O5
"Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?"
- Andy Warhol

Ji Yong sighs as he slumps against the cool grass. He takes his headphone off and tries to concentrate on his trusty notebook. His words flow so perfectly once he starts to move his pen through the rhythm of his heart beat. He glances around for his inspiration, he sees his guy with camera from a distance, and he's pacing back and forth, pointing his lens to oblivion. And suddenly Seung Hyun staggers a little and then tries to cough his embarrassment away, some things never change. Ji Yong's lips quirks up into a smile at the sight as he sips his half warm coffee. Shaking his head, he gets back into his music and writes about artists, photographs and love stumbling over.

Seung Hyun loves taking photographs. He says moments don't last, so he takes lots of it, usually to document everything and anything Ji Yong. He bites his lower lip and continuously watches him through his lens. He suddenly hears a loud grunt, he turns and peeks through his viewfinder, only to find Ji Yong getting up and looks like he just spilled his drink. Seung Hyun finds it amusing, how he flashes his teeth into a silly grin while wiping off his shirt and stuffs. He lets out a cackle he didn't know he's been holding and captures his one and only subject beaming proudly in the middle of the park, oh such a beautiful sight.

And then their eyes met, fate reflected in each other's eyes, because you never really look for love, right? It will find you.