The Evolution of Nyongtory
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I wouldn't say Jiyong was my savior. He was just there, YG's golden child. And I was nothing.
Title: The Evolution of Nyongtory
Genre: Gri/Nyongtory, Chaptered, Non-AU, Canon, Seungri-centric
Theme: A recollection of the beginning of Nyongtory and how it develops throughout the years of BIGBANG, as told by Seungri.
Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, although I am basing parts of this from various facts, fan accounts, and interviews.
Thank you TOPcorn for the lovely banner! <3
Additional Note: I refer to Seungri's age in Western years up until about chapter 31. I apologize for the confusion.
Special Thanks to bigbangupdates, soompi forums, tumblr, and twitter
Foreword
Jiyong was YG's golden child. He was everything that I wasn't.
It was so overly apparent. Before I even knew his face, I had already heard the rumors. Hell, everyone was better than me. I was no comparison and it hurt. I had a constantly open wound, exposed to the polluted air, lacking oxygen. I ran, I sprinted, I climbed. There would always be a boundary between me and my hyungs.
Limits, impossibilities, responsibilities, boundaries, lies. I was growing up, trying to make something of myself. Dad was a drunkard and a smoker for awhile and we were in debt. Mom worked in some vague, small shop somewhere that I was too embarrassed to visit or even acknowledge. Hanna was doing what all little sisters do and was getting on my nerves. I was mad and frustrated with myself and the world, just a teenager who probably would have rebelled if it weren't for dancing and entertaining.
I became a YG trainee somehow after making a fool of myself countless times. I couldn't yet control my emotions, my way of speech, or even my very own limbs at times.
Everything became a challenge. Burdens, stress. Mistakes, failures. A bitter stench of Dad's stale cigarettes and my own sweat. A blurry vision of nothing graspable, just a field of black as if my eyes were closed. And, of course, countless voices, hip hop tunes on repeat with its deafeningly heavy bass, and grunts of disapproval.
I wouldn't say Jiyong was my savior. Our first meeting was rather uneventful, in fact. No butterflies and sunshine and rainbows, no miraculous heart-to-heart.
He was just there, YG's golden child. And I was nothing.
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