(Seunghyun didn’t get selected for the group.)   (He ended up in an office, being told he worked better as a dancer only; his vocals were nothing to brag about. Perhaps he’d like a position as an official YG dancer?)  

The first time, there was a text message, twenty lines long. The second time, there was meticulous nit-picking of his choreography and music video. The third time, there is nothing.

(In loss for a better title, may this be it.)   I'll put oneshots/ drafts / I don't bother finishing here from now on, as it'll be uneccesary to have them on their own. idk. about 78% of these are utter crap but heeeeey :D  

“He was really pretty and nice mommy, so I gave him aaall my crayons. And we sat together at lunch” Mommy’s hands still momentarily on Seunghyun’s jacket, before continuing to shrug it off his shoulders. “Oh really?” “Really” Seunghyun nods enthusiastically. “And he let me hold his hand, too”

  At first, he didn’t believe it – couldn’t believe it. What the news reporter was saying felt like a dream; Seunghyun saw her lips moving and the rainbow flag in the corner, but he couldn’t take it in.

Osaka is indeed beautiful at night. Jiyong wishes he could stay there at the balcony forever, or maybe, just a bit longer. Just a few more minutes would’ve been fine. Closing his eyes, Jiyong closes his eyes and takes in the breathing of the two, the chilly air, the faint sound of cars far beneath them, and he wants to cry.

Hi guys! :D This is a random idea that popped up in my head at around eleven at night, as the result of reading to much gtop fanfiction and listening to much to bigbang in general :b My second story, and it's a gtop - my favourite pairing!! :D :D I hope you enjoy this!