Savage [Part VII]
Savage
Pairings: GDTOP
Warnings: Finally things heat up, ladies and gentlemen!
Summary: After their car crushed in the middle of nowhere, Seunghyun dives into a world where everything revolves around a savage blond man.
Discliamer: Big Bang, 2ne1 or any other mentioned celebrity isn't owned by me. Not even Jiyong. I did not kidnapped him, it was somebody else!
Author's corner: Yeah... so... um... I'm bored now that I only have correction to take care of. Life's unfair.
I want to write something thrilling, alluring, that will make me gasp, and there'd be a lot of passion. *gets philosophical* I think Jiyong's like that. Passionate, I mean. I dunno, lately everything about them sets me on fire. When they're together in photos, or just those simply moment when they stare at each other, it kind of makes me all wriggly and red. I guess it's because I'm getting through some emotional times. I just love them together. I've decided to watch the movie 15 to get some inspiration... Hopefully some new stuff will come up... creating a fic. XD
( Part I) ( Part II) ( Part III) ( Part IV) ( Part V)( Part VI)
*
Part VII
The apartment was uncharacteristically quiet when he came back.
He was used to yelling, or to the sounds of the television or radio. He came in, quietly, under the impression that Jiyong must have dozed off on the couch again.
The living-room was empty.
He heard hushed murmurs behind him and turned to the kitchen. Seungri told something to Jiyong and the other snickered and raised his hand. He pinched Seungri’s nose with his fingers and Seungri giggled in reply, looking down, and leaning more to him.
Seunghyun had the strangest Déjà vu; as if he’d already seen this scene in the past, as if it was how it was meant to be, as if it was completely normal for Jiyong to play the role of the older brother.
“Hi,” he interrupted.
They both looked alarmed by his presence suddenly, and Seungri even jerked into standing. Jiyong on the other hand, frowned and crossed his hands on his chest. His eyes didn’t leave Seunghyun’s, daring him to do anything.
“I brought some takeout,” He tried, putting the bag on the table. It was expensive like hell as well, so he’ll be damn pissed if Seungri won’t take the hint.
He didn’t. Seungri stayed motionless, eyes wide like plate; afraid that Seunghyun is holding a knife behind his back and is ready to injure him in any way.
“It’s Bulgogi… from ‘Eunsook’s’…”
“Oh, Hyung? Really…? You know it’s my favorite…!” Seungri immediately attacked the plastic bag.
“Jiyong, you’ll love this! It’s really tasty!”
Seunghyun ruffled his hair, and Seungri paid no heed to his actions, already opening one of the carton boxes to show Jiyong the food.
Seungri was really easy to satisfy; therefore Seunghyun never had long fights with him. After presenting something he likes, he forgets there was an argument going on. This was no exception.
Seunghyun looked around, but there was no sign of Youngbae. He had bought enough food for four people.
“Youngbae had a date!” Jiyong chirped, as if he read his thoughts.
“A date?”
“Yeah, he said he was meeting up with a girl. I suspect it’s his cousin or something.” Seungri added.
Jiyong nodded, a handful of meat inside his mouth already.
Seunghyun sighed.
In the end, the two of them divided between them the last portion. Jiyong ate most of it, smearing it all over his face, the little slob.
Seunghyun’s phone vibrated, and he shut it off.
*
Jiyong was playing video-games with himself when Seungri went to sleep. He went to sleep really early, so he won’t clean any of the mess in the apartment, but Seunghyun let him because he was kind of sorry for beating him up.
“Can we talk?”
“No. I’m playing.” As if to emphasize this action, Jiyong started drumming the joystick’s buttons as if he was trying to break it.
Seunghyun sighed, sat down on the armchair and waited for Jiyong to lose. Once he did, though, he jerked up into standing and threw the controller at him. “Your fault!” He accused, and stomped to the kitchen.
Seunghyun chuckled at his behavior. It was just like fighting with a girl. So much drama.
“Can you at least tell me why you’re mad?” He followed him to the kitchen.
Jiyong gobbled down some soda that was left on the counter.
“Because!” He stomped back to the living-room, when he saw Seunghyun was too close and sat down next to the console, starting another game.
“Because?”
“Just because.”
“Oh, god. Jiyong, just tell me what I did, so I can say sorry, and get it over with!”
“I’m playing!” He bit back.
Seunghyun took a deep breath. Jiyong really knew how to rile him up.
He plunged the stupid PlayStation out of the television and Jiyong was presented with the blue screen of death.
“What did you do that for? I was in the game middle!”
“Tell me.” Seunghyun threw the stupid console on the sofa. “Why are you mad with me?” He sat down, next to him on the carpet.
Jiyong sighed, looking down on peculiar stain on the floor.
After a second he regretted sitting so close to him. He almost forgot how his body reacted when he was so close by him. It was like he tensed up without knowing why.
And suddenly, he noticed that Jiyong was wearing a thin undershirt and he smelled of vanilla and Bulgogi. His throat was dry and his hands itched to have a little more of that stupid Bulgogi.
“You’re just like my mother.” The last word that came out of his mouth sounded hard and wrong.
Seunghyun was struck in sudden shock by the sole fact that Jiyong even knew his mother. “You tell me you’ll come back, but you go out. And one day you won’t come back.”
“Why wouldn’t I come back? This is my home...”
The realization hit him with the silence on the face; Jiyong was abandoned. He was abandoned. Soon, Seunghyun realized that he didn’t have anything else to say at all. That stain on the carpet between them looked really interesting now.
What kind of a mother will abandon her child in the woods? Why? Just like that, a woman left her child inside the same woods where they crashed and were almost eaten by wolves.
“She said… I’ll be back. Just wait here. So I waited. And waited. And waited.” He picked his finger on the stupid stain that a millisecond ago seemed like such a big fuss with Youngbae on his head, but now seemed like utterly nothing. Jiyong had a life before the woods. A mother. He probably went to school; it'll explain that he did have some knowledge of society. And just like that, in a millisecond, in two sentences, that woman ripped him off from normal life. Just like that, that woman made him abnormal, because no matter how much he'll grow up from here and no matter what he’ll learn; he'll still eat like a pig, and still talk gibberish and howl sometimes. Just like that, she killed her son.
“What about your father?”
“I don’t remember. He was like me.” He pointed to his head. A foreigner.
“I won’t abandon you.” He said it rashly, to confirm, as if the words will slip his tongue and never come back. He touched Jiyong's hand. It felt soft and warm under his touch.
He couldn’t care less about his parent's mistakes. They should burn in hell. Jiyong was here now. And that was the only thing that mattered.
“Seunghyun… You can't leave me.” Rather than a request, it sounded like an order. Seunghyun noticed for a pretty long time now, how Seungri was the one to follow him around and obey his whims and not the other way around. This was Jiyong’s personality. No mimicking. This was the real Jiyong. And Jiyong ordered him to stay. So he’ll obey.
This prickling feeling sent a shudder down his spine. Of course, he won’t leave, he wanted to promise, but his words got struck in his throat when he looked at Jiyong. His blonde hair rested lightly on his eyes.
He felt like there was a storm raging inside of him, while outside everything was serene.
Everything tingled as if he had fever.
Maybe he did have fever.
"I don't want to be alone." He bit his lip, and looked away, downcast, touching the stain on the carpet again.
"You're not alone." He reassured. "You're home now. With us. We're friends."
"Friends," he echoed, his finger lightly glided on Seunghyun's skin; at first on the back of his hand, than upwards on his wrist and arm.
Friendship, what a fragile word. Daesung was right. Each of them meant something else to Jiyong, just like each of his friends meant something different to him. Jiyong was a friend, but when his eyes misted like that, under those lush eyelashes, Jiyong turned into a monster that made him feel petrified and small. He was no longer Seunghyun and there was something deeper, colder swimming inside of him; it numbed his mind, his lungs, and the tips of his fingers.
Those airy questions began to appear.
Those stupid, airy questions; what would he taste like? What would he feel like? What kind of sound he'll make if…
"I don't understand." Jiyong's hand dropped and rested lightly on his thigh. "Friends. And Like. And Love."
Seunghyun wanted to explain, but didn't really know how.
"Love is different." Jiyong wrinkled his nose in thought. "How is it different?"
Seunghyun took his time to answer. He couldn't really pin out a time when he was in love. Sure, he had quite a few girlfriends in his life, and he thought it was love, but usually once it ended - he had no regrets.
When he thought about deeply, he had imagined love to be something completely different than any relationship he had; "Love should be something beautiful and terrifying in the same time… I can't say for sure… I don’t think I've experienced it, either."
"You don't feel love?"
Seunghyun shrugged.
"I guess the biggest difference between being somebody's friend, and being somebody's lover is because you're attracted to this person."
"Attracted." He mimicked his voice, learning the word by saying it himself.
"Yeah… All you want to do is to kiss him, and to touch him, and to feel him--"
He swallowed his tongue.
This was so horrible.
What the hell was he saying?!
Jiyong’s dark eyes were intent again, taking his breath away from him.
"Kiss… like in the movies?"
"Yeah."
He looked away.
God, his scent was so alluring. He was using the same damn shampoo as Seunghyun, but he smelled of something different, new, and refreshing. He was close, and the world was spinning.
Jiyong's finger caressed his thigh in a circular motion.
Seunghyun stopped breathing.
Jiyong lifted his head, and gently placed a small peck on his lips. He soon drew away, so he could see Seunghyun's face, Seunghyun’s reaction. When Seunghyun barely responded, he kissed him again, so lightly that if Seunghyun blinked, he would’ve thought it was a flutter of a feather, or a gust of wind.
And his lips were so agonizingly inviting, brushing his own.
Helplessly, Seunghyun returned the kiss, pressing his own weight until they bumped their forehead together, and took small gasps of air, but didn't draw away.
"Like this?" Jiyong asked quietly.
Seunghyun kissed him again.
The world, where he lived in, where reality was, had fade away into a faraway glow. And there was only Jiyong in this darkness of the living-room.
It felt like the first kiss, and the last kiss of his life; everything crumbled into a ball of fire inside his stomach and then exploded to thousands particles that soon gathered together again and it was exact literal meaning of Big Bang.
Jiyong’s lips were a little sloppy, and at first he didn’t know what to do, but Seunghyun found himself teaching him those small little tricks, which always made his heart clench and his stomach flip over.
Jiyong’s warm hand, soon found her way to his neck. Pressing idly on his skin, drawing him near, as their lips clashed and their scents meddled and breathing erratically mingled together.
Then Seungri’s stupid phone started ringing, and the new music made the two of them to break apart.
Jiyong bit his lip, after glancing at the thing and leaning back to him. But Seunghyun stood up abruptly, hitting the armchair in the process.
He felt like everything was a blur, he could feel adrenalin pumping in his system, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his own body.
What was he doing? What was he thinking?!
This was not okay.
It'll never be okay now. He can't fix this.
"I… umm…" Jiyong slowly tried to stand up, but Seunghyun took a step back.
He wasn't even regretting it. He loved every second of it. The light touch of Jiyong's fingers, the soft pressing of his lips against his own, the taste of his tongue that still lingered on his own - Hell, he enjoyed it!
He was worse than Seungri.
This was beyond repairing.
*
He wasn't talking to him. Not even a 'good morning' or an 'I want nom-nom'. Nothing. He barely looked his way at breakfast.
This was only logical, considering that he ran and locked the door of his room.
He stood there, leaning on his door and blocking it - as if Jiyong would actually tear it down and burst into his room - panting like a complete idiot for at least five minutes.
Then silence settled down.
And he was left with his mistake - with the sin in his crotch that refused to go away - alone.
Morning came too fast, and now he had to deal with this.
Daesung came over with his mom in the afternoon. Daesung mom was always a bit pushy, so President Yang had to agree with her when she said that Daesung needed more time for healing.
Youngbae was talking on the phone with somebody when he cornered him in the dark corner of the balcony. He noticed his grim expression right away.
"Aha… I'll call you back… I need to go. Bye."
When the phone was in his pocket, he looked eagerly at Seunghyun.
Seunghyun thought about where to start. It was much more difficult than he expected. He somehow planned it easily in his head. Right now, saying; 'Oh! Youngbae! Guess what? I made out with Jiyong yesterday, scarred him for life, and then didn't sleep all night thinking about what kind of things I will do to him between sheets.' Seemed like a really, really bad idea.
Youngbae sighed, when he figured out Seunghyun wasn't going to be on the talkative side today; "Just tell me what happened."
"I kissed him."
Youngbae opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again, pointing out his finger at him, regretted it and closed his mouth again.
"I kissed him and he kissed back, and it's really out of control and I just want everything back to normal already!" He said rashly.
Sighing another time, Youngbae leaned on the banister and looked on the mountains that rose far away. "When you took him here, when we went through that accident, the woods, you didn't actually think that everything will be normal, did you Seunghyun?"
Thinking about it now, no - he didn't. He knew it'll be different. Everything will change.
"We're taking him to shopping. Me and Seungri." He finally said. "It'll do well to him. You've been in Hyori's company for too long. Let's call the girls from the dancing squads, or Bom and Dara, I saw them in the elevator, they were saying they were bored. Let's just… try to be normal. Let's just try to make him feel normal."
"Alright. Okay. Let's… do that."
"We thought about it. Seungri will say it's his childhood friend from aboard. It'll explain his accent and behavior. People see only what they want to see… He's cute and adaptive. He'll make it. Somehow."
"Yeah."
"Let him go, Seunghyun. Ji the Savage will disappear someday, so let him go. Don't follow his steps, don't preach him wisdom. He's not a child. And not your child. He's intelligent. Right now, what he needs is to see the world."
"The world, huh?"
*
"How idiotic~! All the papers are talking about is him."
He stared at her blankly.
Her Dior sunglasses reflected the dim lights of the cozy little café as she sipped yet another cup of coffee and flipped the pages of her magazine angrily.
"Big Bang's Seungri's friend…" she read out loud. “Is charismatic and looks good. His fashion sense is artfully skilled…"
Seunghyun vaguely remembered that Jiyong simply grabbed whatever he liked off the shelves not really caring about price or color. They could afford everything, anyways. Then he just wore piles of random articles, and added accessories he saw from every corner of the mall. Which was a little funny since the press was making such a big fuss about it.
"I think he's rather ugly. That beanie is cute and all, but it looks weird with the coat and the-"
"Hyori. I want this to stop."
She snapped her gaze up to meet his. That look of surprise was soon replaced a smug expression. "You're in no condition to-"
"I can't stand you. I'm sorry, I thought I could, but I can't. You're petty and bitchy and listening to you rambling while I sit in silence waiting for the paparazzi to make good photos of us isn't the best of what I can do with my time." He stood up. "I'm sorry-"
"But the contract!"
"I'll pay. I'll pay everything."
"You can't do this to me!" She stood up, knocking over his glass of water, not even understanding that she was making a scene, and tomorrow, it will be her all over the news.
He inhaled a deep breathe, and wore his own sunglasses over his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
She called after him, but he had to remind himself that for now, he had enough troubles on his head without her.
*
Ever since yesterday, Jiyong, Seungri's friend from aboard, was the hottest topic.
Dancers, Singers, even Dongwook who was busy like hell with his single paid a visit, curiously butting into the apartment, when Seunghyun was fussing about the mess Seungri's friends made in the living-room.
Jiyong looked Korean, but his platinum blonde hair had made him appear something unique and beautiful. It was clear as hell that he was a mix of bloods; he was too beautiful to actually be real.
That day, when he came to the apartment relaxed and relieved, Minji bumped into him on her way out.
"Seunghyun-oppa!" She smiled and hugged him briefly. He hugged back, ruffling her nicely trimmed hair-cut. She puffed, trying to look angry with him.
He vaguely remembered a time when Seungri was just like that.
"I wanted to drag my unnies back to the dorm, but they won't budge," she explained. "Jiyong is so cute!" was the next words from her mouth, as if it was the obvious thing to say.
"Yeah," he agreed.
Once again the living-room was a mess. Bom and Dara were both laughing from something sleazy Seungri said, and Daesung looked disapproving. On the second sofa Chaerin was chattering animatedly with Jiyong. Chaerin has just got her hair colored in a dirty blond a week or so ago, so the two of them looked like a couple of foreigners.
Jiyong was still bad at talking, so he mostly talked with his hands, describing everything with movement.
“Oh, hyung!” Daesung put his hand on him; “Dongwook-hyung left you the CD you wanted… and… uh… Seungri’s drunk.”
Seunghyun nodded, saying a few light words to him before retrieving a drink from the refrigerator. He founded the keys in the refrigerator again, and glared at Jiyong. For some odd reason Jiyong was sure they belonged there.
He didn’t look up from his conversation.
“Seunghyun!” Bom greeted him from her place on the sofa.
Seunghyun nodded courtly to the rest of the gang that looked up. “Oh, here he is… my abusive respectful older brother!” Came a slurred reply from Seungri. Seunghyun glowered. His eyes squinted at him as if he was blurry, and his face was in different shades of pink as if it was too hot in the room. He tried to stand up, but that didn’t work out that good as he planned, and he soon landed on Dara. She half caught him, sniggering as he mumbled for forgiveness. “Wow… Is there something wrong with the room, it’s completely unsteady!” Even when drunk he finds the whole world to blame rather than him. “I think I need another shot…!” He picked the heavy bottle and trampled back to his seat.
“Oh, oh, careful!” Bom warned as he spilled some on the table. He held his hand in air for her; “It’s fine! The hyungs will clean everything before Youngbae comes.” He leaned down to the two of them and whispered; “They’re really scared of him, you know…”
That set the whole table for laughter. Seunghyun glanced at Jiyong, and bit his lip in surprise when he saw Jiyong was also staring at him. Their eyes met in one of those wordless stares that manage to knock the breath out of him. He didn’t blink, afraid that Jiyong’s attention will be soon distracted.
“… Oh, god, Hyung… make him shut up…” Came Daesung’s strained voice somewhere beside him, and his eyes shifted to Seungri who was now showing the girls the marks Seunghyun left on him. Most of them healed, but he was still sporting a slight blue spot on his rib. “War scars!” Seungri drawled, smirking in satisfaction as Dara traced her finger on it. After letting his shirt drop down to hid his pride, he gobbled down the rest of his drink and got up, swaying from side to side and reaching for more.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Seunghyun’s voice boomed through the room, and now everybody’s eyes were on him.
“I’ll never have enough! I’m legal… I can do… stuff…” Seungri tried to think of examples, but he clearly was too out of his wit to actually produce a real thought inside that thick head of his.
“Party’s over. We’re going to sleep, girls.” Seunghyun shut the loud music.
“Party-pooper!” Dara yelled at him.
“I didn’t know you had it in you, oppa! I mean… That’s quite a hit you landed on Seungri…!” Bom patted his shoulder, hand sliding to his muscles.
“Good night, ladies! I hope you’ll find your way home somehow!”
“Yeah. It’s really hard to press a button on the elevator!” Chaerin seemed the least drunk of them. She winked at him and waved goodnight to Jiyong before closing the door after her.
Daesung actually looked relived.
He was probably still in a bit of pain, and he was never one to control Seungri. And what was Youngbae thinking, leaving Seungri and Jiyong alone with him, he could barely move around the apartment!
“Did you drink, Jiyong?” Daesung’s hand found her way in his blonde hair as he swept it out of his eyes.
Jiyong looked up to him, shaking his hand.
Seunghyun tried to erase the whole scene out of his mind, but there was still a silent urge in him to replace Daesung and be the one who touches Jiyong’s hair. Instead, he walked to the lump of something human that splayed all over the sofa.
“I really hate you right now.” Seungri said, but none the less raised both of his hands in air. Seunghyun leaned down, and let him bind them around his neck as he picked him up.
A strange flashback from the woods hunted his mind as him mostly limp body weight was on him. He wrapped one hand around him, a little too tightly, shaking. The cream-colored walls turned into a scenery of endless trees and long grass.
And suddenly Daesung laughed, and Jiyong was there, on the sofa right beside his standing form, and everything was alright again, and that nagging feeling came back.
He raised him from the sofa, and dragged him to his room.
“Hyung… You make Jiyong really miserable, you know that?” Seungri stammered between words his head hitting Seunghyun shoulder as they paced slowly to his room.
Not really knowing how to answer, Seunghyun decided not to. “He pays more attention to you. Always.”
He yawned then.
Seunghyun opened the door of his room and dropped him on his bed. He squirmed in it slightly until his eyes closed.
And then silence. Seunghyun rubbed his nape.
He needed a break. He needed a ticket out. He needed to get away, he was suddenly so sick of everything. Jiyong was everywhere he looked, in every conversation he spoke, inside his lungs, his vines, his heart.
He didn’t jerk when he felt his warm touch on his arm, gliding to his shoulder. He turned to his left, to look at those onyx eyes in the darkness of his room.
Jiyong’s hand didn’t stop at his shoulder; he lifted it until it hit Seunghyun’s cheek. Then, his second hand joined in and he pulled Seunghyun’s face to his, to kiss him.
Not shyly, and not sloppily, but kissed him, until Seunghyun shut his eyes so powerfully. He pretended that he was not there. No moral, no Seungri sleeping beneath him.
He grasped onto Jiyong’s hips, and draw him closer, liking the taste of his tongue, loving his smell, the way he wasn’t as soft and as curvy as his past girlfriends, but skinny, and hard, and not fleshy, but sharp.
Everything spun in circles and became distant Again.
He was no longer Seunghyun the singer, the leader of big bang. There was nothing but this, and this was painful and so fucking good.
“Hyung, where’s the keys?” Daesung’s voice from the living-room made Jiyong break the kiss.
Seunghyun looked down, avoiding his eyes.
“In the refrigerator.” He answered, taking a few steps away before turning and going out of the room.
He paused at the door, because he has already lost his control over everything and he barely could have any control over his own body. He didn’t know what to say. Something was choking his throat, like a lump of bitter gum, and it made no sound come out of it.
Jiyong took three single steps to him, so loud in the silence… too loud. And they were kissing again, and Seunghyun needed this.
Their breaths mingled together, heating the skin above his lips, and it was surreal, and beautiful.
He pushed him on the wall, hard, and the ‘thud’ that it created was too strong to be ignore, but Jiyong’s hands were buried in his hair and their lips met, again and again, brushing and pecking and briefly, then long.
“Seunghyun! Are you okay…? I heard something---“
They parted hastily, both blinking at the light from the door.
“What?” His voice was hoarse; Daesung crocked his head to the side and looked inside, glancing at the bed.
Seungri shifted lightly. Barely moving his head.
“Jiyong, you said you were making bath for us.”
“Yes. I came to see Seungri.” He nodded importantly, before going past Seunghyun and knocking his shoulder into his own. He gave him a small sideways glance, before going out of the room.
“Are you still fighting, Seunghyun?”
“Yes.” He needed to answer something but then; “No… I don’t know.” He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, trying to disguise the fact that he was shaking, that his fingers were trembling.
“Try to be more considering, will you?” Daesung was angry somewhat, maybe disappointed. Did he think they had a fist fight? Doesn’t matter. Daesung doesn’t need to know.
He tried to calm his erratic panting. The darkness of the room was too hard on him. He exited the room and closed the door quietly behind him.
*
Morning came too early.
He was already used to sleeping until pretty late hours. He didn’t even want to think that once Daesung stops limping and Youngbae’s wound will heal completely, they’ll go back to the chaotic routine of Big Bang, where they went to sleep at four am, and got up in six am.
He rolled on his bed, still not ready for his day.
His phone started ringing.
He buried his face in the pillow.
He heard Jiyong’s laughter erupting from somewhere inside the apartment. Banging the phone on his wooden stand, he took out the battery. He couldn’t care less who called him, even if it was his mom.
In a futile attempt to just disappear into his mattress, he hid inside his sheets, covering his whole body in the soft fabric, and concealing the light.
He heard the low music of one of his songs playing. It seemed far away now, inside his warm covers, almost as if he wasn’t there.
Seungri’s melodic voice started singing with it. He was joined by Youngbae when his part came, and finally Daesung, too, got into rhythm without any troubles.
Seunghyun smiled to himself.
They were parched to sing, to create.
Was it too long? Hearing their voices in that harmony made him melt away into infinity. Seunghyun closed his eyes, and just listened, oblivious to anything else. The beautiful balance in tune and melody made his whole body relax.
Then a fourth voice joined into the singing.
A rich voice, which fitted in so perfectly in there, like magic.
The voices f his friends quieted down as he continued singing.
Before he could even register what was happening, he was on his way to the living-room.
Youngbae was cleaning the dishes, but his expression was speechless, the water was running and his hands, covered with gloves and soup were paused in midair.
Daesung looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and Seungri, standing right in front of Jiyong was simply shocked, mouth hanging opened.
Jiyong looked around, helplessly, with a guilty expression on his face. “Everybody was singing…!” He reasoned.
“Sing again,” Seunghyun found his voice dry.
Jiyong only glanced at him before looking down and shaking his head for no.
“Jiyong, sing. It was beautiful.” Seungri put his hand on his shoulder, encouraging him.
The blond man gazed at each of their faces, studying their expressions, before returning to Seungri’s trusting face.
He closed his eyes, just like he did when he howled, and sang.
And Choi Seunghyun pinpointed that moment in his life as the moment he fall in love with Jiyong.
*
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If anything this fic makes me fall in love with Jiyong over and over again.
I'm so silly, watching them kiss over and over again like a creepy dumb-ass...
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