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Date Roulette: Taeyang

Wednesday

Intro Week Start Seungri Week Start Daesung Week Start Previous Next

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In perhaps the most surprising development so far, I woke up in my own time. I rolled out of bed and started getting ready for whatever the day might include. Sort of. I was feeling a little lazy so I just opted for some basketball shorts and a tank top under an unzipped sweatshirt after I got out of the shower. A near perfect replica of my outfit last night.

I shuffled out of my room and made my way to the kitchen.

“There you are,” I was greeted by Daesung.

He was standing in the kitchen, leaning into the corner of the counter as he ate what looked like leftover dumplings.

“Hey,” I started digging around for some tea in the cabinet, “Any idea what the plan is for today?”

“There isn’t one.”

I paused, a box of tea in my hands, and turned in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I guess since it’s the middle point they decided to let us decide what to do.”

“Huh,” I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but I wasn’t going to start complaining… yet, “What have we decided to do?”

“We haven’t yet. We thought we should wait until everyone was up.”

I nodded, getting the kettle and filling it with water.

“I need the plug,” I gestured behind Daesung. He slid aside and I settled the electric kettle onto it’s base.

I hopped up to sit on the counter while I waited for the water to boil, “So who are we waiting for?”

“Actually you’re the last one,” Daesung smiled.

“Ah, maybe I should just go back to bed.”

“Come on, we have to do something.”

“Fine,” I groaned, leaning back against the cabinets, “Where is everyone?”

Daesung shrugged, “Probably in their rooms.”

"You have your phone? Want to rally the troops?"

-----

Five minutes later I was settled onto one of the sofas. Tea in hand, legs tucked up under my chin, I was beginning to feel human as the guys filtered in.

“How’s your shoulder?” was the first thing Taeyang asked when he came in. He was quickly followed by Jiyong and Seungri.

“Not worse, I think. I didn’t check that closely.”

“Let me see,” Jiyong came to sit next to me.

I was loath to give up my position, but I knew he’d fuss if I didn’t let him look. Dropping my feet to the floor, I turned my back towards him and dropped my sweatshirt slightly.

This of course gave me the perfect position to see Taeyang raise an eyebrow from where he had taken over the ottoman as a seat.

I narrowed my eyes at him, but didn’t say anything as I felt Jiyong pull the back of my shirt aside slightly.

“It doesn’t look like the bruise is spreading,” Jiyong carefully returned my shirt to it’s place, “So that’s good.”

“How can you even tell under the ink?”

And with a sarcastic remark, Seunghyun had arrived.

“If you’re done with the inspection,” I pulled my sweatshirt back over my shoulders, “What should we do today?”

The room went quiet. I absorbed the lack of input as I sipped my tea.

“Come on guys,” I leaned forward to put down my cup, “If I have to decide it’s just going to be grocery shopping,” Jiyong nodded in agreement, “...laundry,” Taeyang raised his eyebrows, apparently on board so far, “...and painting in my room by myself listening to a podcast about medical history.”

“Okay you lost me,” Daesung said.

“Which is why I am asking for suggestions.”

“Okay,” Seunghyun stood up, “Luna, Daesung, you’re coming with me to get some food. The rest of you guys can start laundry. We’ll buy some meat and cook by the pool.”

“Nobody told me there was a pool! Also, just let me put on normal clothes.”

“It’s right next to your room,” Jiyong looked at me, clearly confused by my not having noticed the pool. “Just around the corner from your door.”

“The only outside place I’ve been is the front door to the street and the patio. Once. At night.”

“Sounds like we’ve got a plan then,” Seunghyun now offered me a hand to stand up, “Go get dressed and we’ll get started.”

-----

Once we arrived at the grocery store, I headed directly for the produce section. I had a need of apples, and I would not be distracted.

Daesung joined me shortly, as I stood furiously searching the benefits of different types of apples on my phone.

“You’re on a mission.”

“Mm,” I pocketed my phone to consider the varieties available, “Do you think a pie should be more sweet or more sour?”

“Sweet, right? But a sour apple flavor would be nice. Are you planning on baking a pie?”

“Something like that,” I started putting apples into the small basket that Daesung had brought over. “Where’s Seunghyun?”

“He’s getting meat. If you’re going to bake, we should get more flour too.”

“Oh yeah, Jiyong said something about you baking recently.”

Daesung nodded, now helping me select good apples from the stack, “It relaxes me.”

“Is there something going on?”

I watched him place apples into my basket as he considered his answer. He pursed his lips slightly, eyebrows dipping just slightly further than necessary for his fruit assessments.

“I…” Daesung shook his head slightly, “I’m not sure.”

“Okay, well,” I took the basket from him so that I could loop my arm through his, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

That pulled a smile across his face.

“I know,” he nodded, “Flour is this way.”

“I need to grab a lemon,” I loosened my hold on his arm, moving towards the bright yellow pile.

Daesung readjusted his arm, pulling himself to stay close to my side as he followed.

-----

From: Seunghyun Exactly how strict are you on the Jewish thing? To: Seunghyun … Is this about meat? From: Seunghyun Yes. To: Seunghyun I appreciate the historical significance of keeping kosher. From: Seunghyun So that means…? To: Seunghyun Food safety is important. But I have been known to eat both bacon and shrimp. To: Seunghyun But to be honest I don’t really like pork. From: Seunghyun Wow. How does it feel to live with such bad taste? To: Seunghyun It’s just faster to point to “the Jewish thing” than get into a conversation about personal preferences.

“Seunghyun?”

“Mm,” I nodded, “he was checking what sort of meat I can eat.”

“Huh,” Daesung pursed his lips at the dairy section. “He doesn’t usually ask for input.”

“I think he was just worried about possible religious issues. But I’m not that pious. I just genuinely don’t like pork anyway.”

From: Seunghyun Come here. To the meat section.

“I’m being summoned, do you have everything you need?”

Daesung plopped a box of butter into the basket and nodded.

“All set, let me take that.”

I handed over the basket without complaint, and looped my arm through his free one.

-----

The tick in Seunghyun’s eyebrow wasn’t lost on me when we met up with him in front of the display of cut and ground meat. I chose to ignore it, tightening my arm’s hold on Daesung’s.

“All set?”

“No,” Seunghyun tilted his head towards the refrigerated shelves, “Pick something for yourself.”

-----

Several extra stops and some expectedly curt conversation later, we pulled back up to the house.

“I’m surprised you stayed awake in the car,” Daesung teased me as we brought in the bags.

“Listen, the motion soothes me,” I grumbled, “but I actually got enough sleep last night for once.”

“The boys have been keeping you up?” Seunghyun asked as he punched the code into the door.

“Or waking me up early. I’m not used to working on idol hours.”

Seunghyun simply nodded as he opened up the door and started taking off his shoes.

Daesung shrugged sheepishly, “I guess we have kind of adapted to working on less sleep. I should have thought of that.”

“Oh no,” I shuffled off my shoes, shaking my head, “you wouldn’t have thought about it. It’s not part of your life. If anything I need to get better at asking for a break when I need one.”

“I, I mean we, should still be mindful of you.”

I offered Daesung a hand to take the bags he was carrying while he got his shoes off.

“You’re wonderful Dae,” I smiled at him as he meticulously hung his jacket, “I hope you know that.”

-----

After unloading groceries and drinks in the kitchen, Daesung and I set to work. Seunghyun set himself up on the breakfast bar side of the counter. He tucked himself into the corner, as close to the wall as possible, possibly to keep out of the way of Daesung and I, with his laptop in front of him and a set of massive headphones over his ears.

Daesung shook his head with a smile and started brewing coffee as I set up for creating the lazy version of an apple pie.

“You’re not going to peel those first?”

“The peel has tons of fiber and stuff in it,” I shook my head and kept slicing the apples. “Plus I’m not a child.”

“Are you calling me childish?” Daesung quipped over his dough.

“You can draw your own conclusions,” I felt a grin creep over my face, “but yes.”

A quickly stifled chuckle reminded me that Seunghyun was still sitting across from where Daesung and I had slowly but surely covered the kitchen in a fine layer of flour dust.

“I suppose, if you’re weak, I can make the second one without peels,” I conceded.

The three of us fell back into our silent workflow, for I presumed that Seunghyun was probably doing something work related as he slowly tapped away at his laptop.

“Luna, I was thinking about the choreog- ooh apples.”

“Hey! Back off,” I menaced Taeyang with the small knife in my hand, “I need those.”

“Just one,” he insisted. He quickly plucked a slice out of the bowl I was piling them into, but he did take an extra step back. “But about the choreography…”

“No,” I waved him off, knife still in hand, “Today is group day. We can talk dance later.”

“Just quick-”

“How far did you get on laundry?” Seunghyun interrupted Taeyang.

“Uh… I think Luna’s stuff is all that’s left,” Taeyang seemed to deflate slightly. “It didn’t seem right to, uh… I mean…”

“I’ll start it when I put this in the oven,” I nodded.

“Jiyong said that we should just drop it at the cleaners.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“That’s what I said,” Taeyang liberated another apple slice from the bowl.

"You gotta stop that."

-----

I had left Daesung with strict instructions to leave my dough alone and how to keep an eye on the apples in case the laundry took too long to sort and start.

I sat, legs crossed, in front of two baskets, a pile of clothing, and the washing machine.

“Would I be out of bounds if I offered to help?”

I shrugged, not looking up to Jiyong.

“You already bought me underwear, so it’s all kind of old hat at this point.”

“True enough,” Jiyong settled himself onto the floor next to me, “are you sorting by color or cloth?”

“Elastic,” I gestured to the basket to the right, “heat safe,” I tossed a t-shirt into the left basket.

We fell into a silent course of sorting clothing. It was nice. I was fairly sure this was the first time, besides the few misguided late nights, that I had been able to simply be with Jiyong and not feel compelled to create some sort of filler conversation.

Jiyong however…

“You don’t really see yourself as desirable, do you?”

I looked up from a pair of shorts, staring at the washing machine for a moment before turning to Jiyong.

“What?”

“I just mean… besides the things I bought you, the rest of that,” he indicated the basket that had collected my more intimate garments, “is pretty simple.”

I took a second to absorb this somewhat surreal moment before answering.

“I don’t particularly think of my own desirability at all,” I tossed the shorts into the heat safe pile, “at least, not in any way that would impact my… under styling.”

“Hmm,” Jiyong nodded. “Isn’t that kind of the same thing though?”

“Not really,” I stood and started piling clothing into the washing machine, “in a lot of ways I remain pretty disconnected from my body. I work out because it makes my brain work better, the impact on my physique is secondary.”

I paused, leaning against the edge of the machine and staring blankly into the wall.

“I guess it crosses my mind sometimes. If I catch myself in a mirror or I’m put into a situation that I am forced to confront the fact that I have a body.” I shook my head, starting again to load the washing machine, “but I generally kind of think of it like I might think of a car. Sure, I want a nice one, but the main thing is the ability to get from one place to the next.”

“But your hair…”

“That’s like changing the underglow on a sports car.”

“Tattoos?”

“Decals. Ugh,” I grimaced at the detergent, “that makes them sound trashy. But you know what I mean.”

“Not really.”

I shrugged and turned the dial to start the machine up and turned to face the still sitting Jiyong.

“Okay, well, to bring it back to your point; I like the way I look, but I don’t put much weight on whether other people like it. I am aware of how my appearance impacts what people think of me, so I take that into consideration. But if I think about it too much, I get stuck inside my own head.”

I bit my cheek, weighing the next words on my tongue.

“But I’m also lying. I think about it a lot. All the time actually,” I scoffed, the absurdity of my honesty hitting me, “Especially now.”

“Like the scars?” Jiyong stood and stretched, carefully avoiding eye contact.

“Like the scars,” I joined him in avoidance.

“I don’t know if it will make you feel better or not,” Jiyong was now moving to lean against the dryer as I turned the dials and poured detergent into the washing machine, “but they’ll probably edit them. Maybe not all the way out, but,” he shrugged, “you know.”

I nodded, starting the wash cycle with the press of a button and a low rumble, “I know.”

-----

The tart tatin was less than visually perfect. It was less than perfect taste wise as well. But it was still pretty damn good. And I was not about to let anyone ruin that for me.

“Isn’t dessert supposed to come after dinner?” Seunghyun teased.

I wiggled my feet, which were now hanging over the edge of the pool to cool in the water, and considered the plate in my hand.

“This isn’t dessert,” I countered, “this is Afternoon Tea.”

Taeyang checked his watch and nodded, “she’s got you there.”

“Is your family English?” Daesung tilted his head.

“Not biologically,” I shrugged, watching Jiyong supervise Seungri setting up the grill.

“What does that mean?” Daesung prodded.

“The man whose last name I have is not my real grandfather. My grandmother had an affair with a politician while she worked at an embassy in South America.”

“That… is very…” Taeyang was clearly struggling to think of what to say, “huh…”

“Probably getting cut from the show,” I laughed.

“What did your grandmother do at the embassy?” Dae semi-smoothly changed the subject.

“I mean, it was the 40s and 50s, so she was a secretary to an under-secretary or something,” I stood and started digging through my towel for my phone, “I can actually pull up the guy’s wikipedia article if you give me a second.”

“Wait,” Seunghyun waved a hand, shaking his head. “Your grandfather has his own wikipedia page?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, tapping at my phone screen. “See?”

Seunghyun took my phone, leaning back on the lounge chair to read it. Jiyong walked to stand behind him, reading over his shoulder.

“It’s pretty short,” Jiyong commented. His eyes were still glued to the screen as he lit a cigarette.

Seunghyun absent-mindedly made a crab-like gesture with his hand. Jiyong handed the cigarette to him and lit another for himself.

“It was kind of a small office,” I shrugged, “and he only held it for two years. Honestly,” I decided to head over to the lightly stocked poolside bar, “it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Because of the affair?” Taeyang asked.

I shook my head, wondering how much I would have to explain American history to make it make sense. “He was a republican, during McCarthyism Red Scare times.”

Daesung pulled out his phone, presumably looking it up as I crushed up mint leaves.

“So they just didn’t like communists?”

I shook my head, frowning at the mojito I was making, “it was more than that. There were blacklists, and arrests with almost no evidence, and… hmm,” I picked up the glass and settled back to letting my feet rest in the pool.

“Communism was used as an excuse to just imprison and essentially ‘get rid’ of undesirables or anyone that the government didn’t like. It was,” I paused, growing more and more aware of the cameras as I spoke, “it was just one of many times that the government in America just decided to forget about protecting the… uh…” I glanced up at Seunghyun and Jiyong, “How do you say civil liberties?”

“Civil liberties?” Jiyong offered.

“Great, yeah, they just kind of decided that they didn’t care about the civil liberties of their citizens.”

I sipped my drink, silently hoping that no one would have any further questions. I was wracking my brain, trying to recall the political differences and nuances between North and South Korea, trying to work out how to navigate a conversation like this given that the boys had a very different political context than I.

“Should we light the grill?” Daesung suggested.

I smiled at him, and he gave me a small wink. For the something-th time I wondered about choosing him at the end.

“Sounds good, I’ll be right back,” I got up once again. I considered leaving my drink on one of the tables, but I spotted Seungri out of the corner of my eye.

He wasn’t doing anything, and I sincerely doubted he would dare do anything in a group setting like this. But it gave me just enough hesitance, that I opted to bring it with me inside.

-----

I shivered slightly in the coolness of the house. It wasn’t that cold, but compared with the heat outside it shocked my system slightly. I padded my way to my room, still wondering how I would come off on the show with that last conversation.

I was half-way through convincing myself that I looked fine in my bathing suit when there was a single knock on my door. I quickly grabbed a button up to cover myself a bit more before opening the door.

Seunghyun stood there, looking as unreadable as always.

“You got a message,” he held my phone towards me.

“Oh,” I took the phone, noticing that there was no message notification. I grit my teeth, looking back to Seunghyun and buttoning two of the buttons of the shirt, “and? Is this another lecture?”

A slight tick of his eyebrow and the smallest hint of a smile tugged at his lip.

“Not this time,” he broke our staring contest, briefly flicking his eyes over my shirt, “Come up to my room for a second.”

“Uh, no? Why?” I blinked, shaking my head, “what?”

“My shirts are bigger,” he gestured briefly at my legs, “longer.”

I bit the inside of my lip, narrowing my eyes.

“Or don’t,” he shrugged, “it doesn’t really make a difference to me.”

I looked him over for a second, mentally measuring the width of his shoulders. I picked up my drink and nodded.

"Fine."

-----

His room looked barely lived in. Like walking into a hotel room. I tried to think back to the small glimpse I had gotten of his room back in the hotel, but it had only really been the entry.

“So?” I waved my hand, palm up, trying to indicate that I was not interested in lingering.

Seunghyun chuckled, just one short burst. He opened his closet, sparing a glance towards me, still standing in his doorway.

“You and I both know I’m not trying to seduce you.”

I briefly remembered the conversation we had had during the paintball course. Well, not so much the conversation, but the extremely close proximity in which it took place. I ran my hand through my hair, sighing deeply and taking a few steps into the room and perching myself on the edge of the bed.

Seunghyun glanced over again, attention likely drawn by my exhale, “disappointed?”

“Not in the slightest,” I leaned back on one hand, crossing my legs to keep myself more covered. “Is this going to take long?”

“Sorry,” he turned back to the closet, “I don’t really have anything that goes with neons.”

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore the pseudo-flirtation and instead sliding into my arrogant mindset to try to move things along with fewer mental distractions.

“I’m already aware of how boring your wardrobe is. Basic black or white should be fine.”

“Not quite,” he turned to me, holding up a shirt, “here.”

It was mostly white, but had accents of black thread along some of the seams. Good enough.

I stood and took it from him. I reached for one of my buttons while he leaned against the dresser.

“Do you mind?” I nodded towards the door, clearly trying to get him to leave.

“Not at all,” he shook his head slightly, barely holding back a smile as I noticed his eyes trailing over me again.

I gave him the most annoyed look that I could muster. This earned me another half of a laugh, but he turned around anyway.

“I just wanted to ask you how things are going between you and Jiyong.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I kept myself facing him, not 100% trusting him to stay facing away as I switched shirts. Not that it really mattered, right? It was a swimming suit, they’d all see it eventually.

“Really? I thought he was being obvious.” I noticed that Seunghyun had picked up my drink and was now taking a sip before continuing, “he’s a little obsessed.”

“Oh,” I paused, buttoning one button, “that.”

“Yes, that.”

I stepped forward and liberated my glass from his hand, “I haven’t decided what to do about that yet.” I lifted the glass, looking out the window to avoid giving anything away.

“I thought so. Perfect.”

I looked back at him, trying to decipher what he was talking about.

For once, he let a smile through as he gestured towards the sliding glass door that led to the porch, “we should go back.”

-----

The stone path between the porch stairs and the pool was in a state of slight disrepair. Seunghyun offered me his arm as I tried to avoid sharper edges with my bare feet. I raised an eyebrow but accepted the help anyway.

He continued his strange politeness as he held the gate to the pool open for me. I nodded my thanks as I stepped through.

The boys seemed tense for some reason. Seungri slowly slid underwater. Taeyang raised his eyebrows, but turned his attention towards his phone. Jiyong spared us a glance, but then focused intently on the meat on the grill. Daesung took the role of troublemaker, giving me a once over before pushing his sunglasses higher on his face and returning to the drink he was pouring for himself.

“Nice shirt Luna.”

I glanced down, noting again the black accent threads. I resisted the urge to start an argument with Seunghyun.

“It’s alright,” I forced a smile, “Seunghyun thought I might appreciate something a bit longer to cover up with before swimming.”

I had nothing to hide, so why not be completely honest, right? I emptied my glass and placed it on the bar.

“Refill?” Daesung asked.

“No, is there any…” I blanked on the correct word, “um… with…” I motioned with my hands, trying to imitate opening a can but looking more like I was trying to turn a key.

“What?”

“Oh my god, why can I not remember? The, uh…” I shook my head, annoyed. I circled around the bar and started poking around, finally finding what I was looking for.

“There we go,” I held up a can.

Daesung laughed, “it's the same word in English, so-”

“TOP-hyung.”

I could swear the temperature dropped. Everyone froze temporarily, even Daesung who was now standing with his cup half raised to his lips. I quickly tried to compose myself, but held off on popping open the soda in my hand as I darted my eyes between Jiyong and Seunghyun.

“Yes?” Seunghyun was as cool as ever, though I supposed he would be comfortable with the formalities.

“Can you please get the sides from inside?” Jiyong casually flipped a strip of meat on the grill, “these are almost done I think.”

“Sure,” Seunghyun caught my gaze as he stood, shooting me a quick wink before heading inside.

I briefly locked eyes with Daesung. He gave me the slightest shake of his head. I ignored it.

The pop and fizz of the can in my hand sounded like a gunshot across the stillness.

“Luna?”

“Hmm?” I looked at Jiyong, as I sipped. He was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did.

“Can you come taste this? I want to make sure the sauce is good.”

Without looking, I knew that the remaining three boys were watching us. I firmly placed the can on the bar and shook my head, remembering Taeyang’s advice.

“I’m sure it’s fine Ji-yah. I’m going to swim a little bit before we eat.”

His smile slipped slightly, but he nodded.

I quickly slipped the shirt off and slid into the water. I noted that both Seungri and Taeyang pulled themselves out.

I wasn’t sure why, but that made me feel like I had won. I just wasn’t sure what the contest was.

-----

Things were slightly more relaxed when we started eating. The magic of food, I suppose. I made sure to stick by Taeyang so we could talk choreo, and spent most of my time ignoring the remaining frostiness between Seunghyun and Jiyong.

It was an effective enough distraction that I was able to tune out the surrounding conversation as Taeyang and I spoke, reviewing the bits of footage we had gotten from out practice.

“I think we should use it.”

“Mm,” I waved a hand while I swallowed, “no, it’s…" I struggled to explain, "it won’t work.”

“It worked fine though,” Taeyang insisted.

“With Bobby, sure. But he’s…” I waved my hands in front of my chest, hoping Taeyang would pick up on the problem.

He stared at me, obviously not getting it.

“I’m not…” I restricted my movements a bit, indicating more clearly my chest.

“Oh!” Taeyang’s eyes widened as he quickly focused on his plate.

"Yeah."

-----

Despite protests varying from "but you helped cook!" to "You're basically our guest.", I talked my way into helping clean up after dinner. Or so I thought.

I swung through my room to grab some shorts that I thought were sure to offend Seunghyun when he saw them paired with his shirt, before heading into the kitchen to start the washing up.

I arrived to see Taeyang and Seungri had already beaten me to the sink.

"Guys…"

"We barely did anything today," Taeyang shooed me away. "Besides, don't you have laundry to finish?"

"But laundry is so boooriiiing," I whined, letting myself at least be shooed to the outer side of the breakfast bar.

"And dishes are so exciting," Seunghyun appeared, getting a dash of water from the fridge for what appeared to be a glass of whiskey in his hand, "right?"

"The water makes it fun," I shrugged, leaning against the counter. I was definitely procras…

"You're procrastinating," Seunghyun chided me.

I could feel my face crease, slightly creeped out by the coincidence.

"Go get your stuff out of the dryer," Seunghyun waved a hand as if dismissing a student, "I'll make you a drink and come hang out while you fold so you're not bored."

My nose crinkled further, my right eye scrunched shut slightly as I looked to Taeyang. Taeyang simply shrugged, but he had an amused look nonetheless.

-----

I sat in the center of the massive bed, small stacks of different types of clothing steadily growing taller around me.

I had rushed through the more private items by the time Seunghyun arrived. He set a glass full of something fizzy on the bedside table before slightly perching on my dresser.

"Did you have fun today?"

"I feel like I should ask you that," I reached over to taste the drink. I pulled a face at the first sip.

"Not a fan of gin and tonic?" Seunghyun asked, laughter just beneath his voice.

"It's fine," I rubbed my tongue against the tips of my teeth, "ugh. I love being safe from malaria. I just wasn’t expecting it."

"Here," he tossed a pink bottle on my bed, "just in case."

"Condition? Really? I haven't drank that much."

Seunghyun shrugged, "maybe not today. But it seems as though you don't normally drink as often as we do."

I couldn't really argue with that. I only really drank with Soo-ah, and would go months between sips if left on my own.

I traded the gin and tonic for the bottle, cracking it open and sipping at the medicinal flavor.

"Why the frown?"

"Ah," I recapped the bottle, considering lying and saying it was due to the taste. "I'm just wondering how much I'm risking with drinking so much."

"You're working a lot," Seunghyun waved aside my concern with a swirl of his own glass, "and working out a lot. You're fine."

"I don't think it works like that," I shook my head and returned to folding the laundry piled in front of me.

Seunghyun gave a quick laugh, but didn't actually respond.

There was an amicable enough silence while I folded a few things. Of course, I had questions.

"Did you…" I paused, reconsidering which tactic to take, "what happened today?"

Seunghyun glanced up from his phone, "we had a barbecue."

I flopped back, covering my face with my hands for a moment. Sitting back up, I elaborated.

"No, I mean the shirt, Jiyong, all of that," I twirled my hands, "what's going on?"

"Oh," he laughed once, "well, I just don't want him to get too comfortable."

He had placed his phone down on the vanity now, next to his nearly empty glass.

"You know that we're all," my hands again filled the space while I chose a word, "people, right? Like, all of us. Everyone in the show."

"What's your point?" He tilted his head. It would have looked like confusion if he weren't staring me down with such intensity.

"Well…"

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

Seunghyun raised two fingers.

"Two things," he lowered one finger, "you were about to lie to be polite."

I couldn't exactly argue that point.

"And," he raised the second finger again, "I'm changing my question."

"Okay."

He settled into a guarded pose. Crossed arms, one leg over the other as he leaned on the edge of the vanity.

"Endgame keeps getting closer."

He paused, giving me a look that made me all too aware that I was still wearing his shirt.

"What is your read on the situation so far?"

"Are you asking me who my choice is? Because it's probably Daesung right now."

His eyebrows lifted slightly, but he shook his head.

"No. You said we're all people. You were trying to remind me of everyone's feelings, right?"

I nodded, somehow feeling called out.

"So," he continued, "how do you think everyone feels right now?"

"Oh," I blinked, not expecting this in the slightest.

"Um… well…"

"Don't sugar coat it."

He was back to staring now. I met his gaze, and felt my own face lose expression slightly.

"Right. Okay," I leaned over and back slightly to get the still fizzing gin and tonic from my bedside table before continuing.

"I don't care how Seungri feels. In fact, in a perfect world he would already be in jail, and would never have been a part of this."

"True," Seunghyun nodded.

I made a mental note of that response, but went ahead.

"Youngbae obviously didn't want to do this show, and I don't blame him. For obvious reasons, there's no real connection there. He's a non-issue."

Another nod from Seunghyun.

"Deasung…" I paused as my phone chimed, earning a single raised eyebrow, "I like Daesung. Not romantically, really, but he seems like genuinely a good person."

A slower nod this time. Seunghyun seemed to be expecting more.

"I don't think that Daesung is interested in me. Not seriously. I think he's maybe just flirtatious with everyone."

That seemed to satisfy him.

"And Jiyong?" He prompted.

"Ah," I clicked my teeth, shaking my head, "Jiyong is intense. Is he always like that?"

Seunghyun opened his mouth slightly.

"Nevermind," I waved a hand, "I've already heard. Anyway… he's very intense. He came on very strong, very quickly, and I allowed myself to fall for it."

Seunghyun looked like he was going to interrupt me, so I quickly continued.

"But it's too much. He's the jealous type," I stopped for a second, staring into the ice in my glass, "and he acts as if there's no option other than him. Like I have no choice."

Seunghyun snapped his fingers, "there it is."

"Hmm?" I quickly tossed the rest of the drink into my throat, hoping to minimize the awful taste of tonic water. I scooted back on the bed to put the glass down, and settled back against the headboard.

"Jiyong is used to getting his way."

I sighed, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling, "obviously."

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

I heard a slight movement as he laughed. Raising my head, I saw that he was now leaning forward slightly, hands having dropped to the edge of the wood behind him.

"You'd love to put me in my place," he smiled at me, blinking slowly, "here's your chance."

"I can't tell if you're self centered or just stupid."

He stood up straight again, but still had that arrogant smile in place.

"You don't have a place. If anyone needs to be put in their place, it's Jiyong. You," I gave him a once over before shaking my head, "you’re just here to annoy me. If you have a motivation it seems to be to cause trouble."

"I'm the stupid one?" Seunghyun’s smile widened slightly.

"What? You lead me on this whole train of thought," I busied myself checking the phone alert from earlier, "so what's the point you want to make?"

From: Yoonie Hey, are you busy right now?

"You need to learn how to use people."

I glanced up at Seunghyun, already typing a response.

"What do you mean?"

To: Yoonie Yes and no. What's up?

"You want to put Jiyong in his place," Seunghyun gestured to himself, "I'm the perfect tool."

-----

I double checked the address that Seungyoon had sent me. It was a cute cafe. Narrowing my eyes, I walked inside.

Immediately I was aware of the cameras. I made a conscious effort to relax my face from the suspicious scrunch that it had bundled itself into.

"Ah, Luna-noonim!"

I blinked, taken back by the polite tone of Seungyoon's greeting.

I was led to a group of people all sitting without a table. Five chairs were arranged in a half circle formation to create a staging area in front of the cameras.

After being briefly introduced to the hosts, I turned to Seungyoon.

"You should have told me it was like this," I whispered, "I didn't do my makeup or anything."

"It's fine, it's fine," he waved his hands, pushing away my concerns. He turned and held a chair for me, "come sit."

I took the seat he was offering, already having forgotten most of the names I had been told just seconds ago.

"Luna," one of the three hosts addressed me.

"Yes?" Putting on my best smile, I decided to, once again, go with it.

"How did you meet Seungyoon?"

Scenes of idols invading my house flashed through my brain. Then random glimpses of Seungyoon in the halls and studios at YG. Finally, my mind dredged up the first solid memory I had.

"Ah,” I snapped my fingers, “It was the cafeteria, right?”

“That’s right, you were eating lunch with Mino,” Seungyoon agreed.

"Right, hmm, that day I think I had been waiting for Ji-yah to do something, so I was eating wi-"

"A moment," one of the hosts interrupted me, "Ji-yah? Who's that?"

"Ah," I paused, putting a hand in front of my mouth while I decided how to play off my stumble, "Jiyong-oppa…"

"G-Dragon-sunbaenim," Seungyoon clarified.

"Yes," I nodded, deciding to go with acting flustered, "Jiyong has asked me to be familiar with him when we speak so," I desperately hoped that I was coming across, at least to the cameras, as sort of sweetly naive, "it's a habit now. Sorry."

"That's alright," host three assured me, "these things happen, right?"

I felt my body unconsciously tighten up as the host patted my knee. Why had Seungyoon put me towards the middle?

There was a bit more interview disguised as banter. Apparently the whole idea of this show was to have various celebrities come on and talk about the different people they had met.

Of course there were a few questions about Date Roulette, but I was becoming more comfortable with politely brushing off questions. Surely they didn't want spoilers, right?

"What would you have done if I was busy?" I asked Seungyoon towards the end of the show.

"Hmm," Seungyoon tilted his head slightly, "I'm not sure. There's a new choreographer who's a little interesting."

-----

After the filming wrapped up, that third host invited Seungyoon and I to get drinks. Luckily, Seungyoon quickly made excuses, explaining that at the least I still had show to film.

"Ah, are you sure? We won't keep you out too late."

"No, Seungyoon is right. I have filming all day tomorrow."

I hadn't noticed when Seunghyun had entered the cafe, but I now saw him crossing the mostly empty seating area to join me.

"Oh don't be like that," the host playfully tugged at my sleeve, "besides, I have questions about the show. Off the record," he shot me a smile that was a record of past dental work, paired with a wink, "of course."

I decided not to control my face, letting a judgemental eye fall to where he was still grasping my sleeve before looking back up and speaking again.

"No," I quickly pulled my arm away, "my car is waiting."

I turned quickly, making a show of calling out last goodbyes to the other hosts as I headed towards the door.

Seunghyun asked just one thing when he reached me.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," I slipped my hand through his arm slightly, tugging him towards the exit, "let's go."

-----

"Who was that host?" I asked, now secure in the car, "the one with that stupid vest."

"Ah, him…" Seunghyun snorted slightly, "he's just one of those guys. No one really remembers why he's famous, but he hosts all sorts of shows now."

"I don't like him."

Seunghyun laughed again, but didn't say anything else.

From: Lyong Boho Where are you?

I glanced at Seunghyun, considering our previous conversation.

To: Lyong Boho Seunghyun and I stepped out for a coffee

The dots popped up and dissipated a few times before I finally got a response.

From: Lyong Boho Let me know when you get home.

"Jiyong?"

"Yes," I switched to a few messages from earlier that I hadn't gotten to yet.

From: Hugeboy Busy today? From: Hugeboy Will you be at YG today? To: Hugeboy Sorry. Group day, you know? We stayed at the house all day.

"Did you tell him we're together right now?"

"Yes," I tucked my phone away into my jacket pocket. Settling more comfortably into the seat, I turned to watch Seunghyun as he drove.

"You still haven't explained."

"What's that?"

I couldn't read anything on his face, but that may have been due to the growing darkness outside.

"You're the tool that I should use to put Jiyong in his place…" I trailed off.

He refrained from picking up the thread of my words.

"But why you? If I want to bring him down a few pegs, why wouldn't I just lean into flirting with Daesung?"

"Ah," I caught the flicker of a smile that tugged at his lips, "because you like Daesung. He's a good guy. You like him too much to use him. Besides," Seunghyun spared me a glance as he turned on a blinker. That smile widened, "I'm bored."

Well, that certainly seemed normal. No alarm bells at all.

I nodded, turning to watch the city pass by. Once again, the politics of the relationships between these boys was beyond me

-----

From: Lyong Boho Will you come outside?

I glanced at the sliding door. Or, more accurately, the blackout curtains drawn over it.

Had I been cruel today? Or simply thoughtless?

I slipped a hoodie over my pajamas, and padded out to the under-deck.

"What's up?"

Jiyong shook his head, keeping quiet. He looked a little tired, but nicotine was a harsh mistress. He lifted a hand toward me, beckoning me closer.

I gave him my hand, allowing him to pull me within some kind of range.

A little to my surprise, he didn't try to loop an arm around me. Instead, he dropped my hand and dug his cigarette free hand into his pocket.

"It's stupid," he muttered, staring at the ground. He flicked away a bit of ash before inhaling deeply.

"Seunghyun?" As with so many conversations, with so many men, I asked the obvious question to get the ball rolling.

Jiyong tilted his head back, letting loose a long sigh of smoke before answering.

"Like I said, stupid."

That pulled a laugh from me.

"Ji-yah…"

"Did we break up?"

The sentiment of the question shouldn't have been surprising, but the phrasing startled me.

"Were we dating?" Why was I stalling? I could finish all my problems right here. Well, maybe not all, but a few.

"You know what I mean," Jiyong finally met my gaze.

"I told you," I shuffled slightly, "it was moving too fast."

I hadn't realised that one of my hands had wrapped across myself to grab at my other elbow, but Jiyong reached to loose it from its perch.

"I wish I could promise that I can slow down," he lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss into my palm before continuing, "but everything inside me is too eager."

He pressed my palm against his cheek, closing his eyes.

There was a beat of silence.

"Ji…"

He turned his head slightly, this time pressing lips against my wrist before speaking.

"I know. Sor-"

My hand was already there, I simply turned it to have a better grip as I pulled him to kiss me.

It wasn't deep, nor passionate. It was just a kiss.

I broke away, somehow both too soon and too late.

I felt like I ought to say something, but nothing very helpful came to mind.

"Luna… I…"

Well I certainly didn't want him to start talking either.

I kissed him again, a little harder this time.

When I felt his hand slide between my hoodie and pajama shirt, I broke away again. I took a step back.

"I should go."

"What?"

I took a few more steps towards my bedroom door.

"This… I…"

I turned and quickly slid open my door.

"Luna. We…"

I shut the door behind me, quickly clicking the lock before slipping between the curtains to create another barrier between me and Jiyong.

I flopped onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut beneath my palms.

"Shit."

#Date Roulette #DR:TY #Daesung #Kang Daesung #Taeyang #Dong Youngbae #T.O.P #Choi Seunghyun #G Dragon #Kwon Jiyong #Seungri #Lee Seunghyun #Mino #Song Minho #Kpop #Kpop Fanfic #Big Bang #Winner

[daesungindistress]

Recently a Seungri stan messaged me privately to tell me she loves my old DaeRi fanfiction, pointed out one in particular that she reads "every once in a while," and even called me an author she loves. Four or more years ago this sort of feedback on my writing would have been encouraging, and I'd have thanked her for it. Nowadays, though, given the circumstances of that man and his fans, it was... let's just say unsettling.

Ever since the events of 2019 I've had conflicting feelings about my old writing and have many times considered pulling certain pieces down. I left the stories alone, untouched, partly for myself, as a repository of sorts, a public written record of a time past, because I can be stupidly sentimental like that, and partly for Dae stans, who I thought might still like them as long as they could look past the unpleasantness of the pairing's other half.

I expected people would react sensibly to BIGBANG's big change and hoped readers would enjoy my fanfics with the understanding that the past is the past and should be left as such. Accepting and embracing the group in its new form, as it has been since 2019 -- as four. The decision to let it be was certainly not made with fans of Seungri in mind, who by all rights shouldn't exist anymore.

Sad to say, they do. Not only can I not accept their gratitude, a compliment from one on my years-old stories featuring Seungri really upset me. It was an uneasy reminder that my old indulgences can still influence new fans and (mis)lead them into liking, sympathizing with, and supporting Seungri now, in the present, even after all that's happened. Disregarding his departure from the group and defending all the unsavory things about him that have come to light in the years since those stories were written.

Some time ago, on AO3, I turned off notifications for comments and kudos on everything with the mindset that if people were still reading and taking pleasure in my writing from so long ago, I didn't want to know. I thought that what I didn't know couldn't hurt me. But that isn't enough, I now realize. I didn't consider the potential side effects on others outside my target audience. I can't in good conscience look away any longer and allow those positive portrayals made by my hand to stand, even if it is only fiction, because Seungri is a real person who's done real harm, and quite a lot of it. By committing real crimes, and quite a lot of them. He has real power over people, power he's abused, with real-world consequences. And in a way, as a content creator... I have that power too.

So I've finally done what I should have done ages ago and have taken those stories down. It doesn't undo the damage, but at least I can breathe a little easier knowing my past work, which had been wildly overdue for removal, will no longer contribute to the problem still plaguing this band and its fandom today. If there's one lesson I've taken to heart in the years since Burning Sun, it's that I have a duty and a responsibility to do better. We all do.

#seungri #daeri #bigbang #fanfiction #burning sun #'unsettling' is putting it nicely... it was actually revolting #I couldn't get to those fics fast enough to take them down #well technically take them private #effectively the same thing #they're in a private collection on ao3 that no one can access but me #there were three; now there are none #I'm just sorry it took me this long to do #btw two of those stories were gift fics #worst act of generosity ever lol #on a related note I also took down the carnivores series late last year #for various reasons that I don't want to get into here or now

[lady-une]

BSD Ch 15

Holy cow man, I can’t believe I have not updated this story in over a year. I want to first thank all of you for even still holding out for this update. It’s been a crazy year for us with everything that is going on. We just have to hold out hope a little bit longer. I understand that there is a lot of hate for Seungri right now and a lot of people are believing in what the media is feeding them, but I am still holding out hope and won’t put my blind faith in the media who only lives to drag people through the dirt. I won’t get into my stance on everything going on, this is not the place for that. But if you are not a fan then please just move on. I am and will always be ot5. But anyways, please enjoy this chapter. I deleted this many times because it wasn’t and still isn’t up to par with previous chapters. Just leave me some love if you do like it and if you don’t leave me some constructive cristicm in the comments. Thanks.

He thought their love was eternal, that nothing would be able to break them apart. He put his trust and faith in the man he loved with all his heart. The one man he thought would never hurt him, did it in the most horrific way possible. How will he move on, having to see the man who broke his heart day in and day out. Having to see him smile and look at another the way he once did him. If had known this was his destiny all along, he would never had started on this path to begin with.

Word count: 3197

Theme: Angst

Rating: Mature, SMUT, Drinking

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Seungri

Master List

Chapter 1

The first few weeks out of the hospital was not at all what Seungri expected. His bandmates were still doing their tour but whenever they were home someone was always there checking on him. It wouldn’t have bothered him as much if he wasn’t already being watched like a small infant. Besides his parents and sister always being around, Mino was there checking on him daily and Jiyong had a nurse coming to check on him.

That was probably the thing he didn’t understand, why was his leader so worried about him? Yes, it made sense for Jiyong to worry since he was the leader, but he was going above and beyond what a group leader would do. Every time Seungri tried to think of a reason for Jiyong to be so concerned about him his head would become fuzzy and he would stop.

Being home in the apartment without anyone there was like a mini vacation, Seungri felt like he could finally breathe. Most of the time he would walk around just looking at things. The doctors said he had partial amnesia, but he was able to remember mostly everything but every now and then he would have parts he couldn’t remember. Walking into the guest room he sat on the bed and tried to think of a reason why he would be in the guest room and not his own. The first night he had tried to sleep back in his room but couldn’t fall asleep, so he ended up going right back to the guest room where he fell into a deep sleep easily. Clearly there was something about the room that made him uncomfortable.

Slowly as the days went on Seungri was able to leave his apartment, choosing to head back to the studio as he wanted to be productive instead of being lazy at home. Mino was always there with him, Seungri’s heart fluttered when he was around. Mino made sure he was eating right and taking rests when needed. The way he cared about Seungri was sweet, a fuzzy feeling would always brush over him as if there was a memory on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t get it. It was as if there was another person who had made him feel this way, but he couldn’t remember who it was.

Sitting on the oversized plush chair that he could not remember ever seeing in the studio Seungri was going over some notebooks he had found. They were journals of his feelings, reading them tore at his heart and his head would hurt but he pushed through hoping that they would help him make sense of things. The journals were clearly from before the accident and current. Someone had hurt him beyond repair. Reaching to the table next to him he grabbed another notebook and started writing. Seungri thought maybe if he were to make these into songs that they would help him recover part of his missing memory.

Standing outside the door peaking in Jiyong watched Seungri writing away, happy that he was sitting comfortably in the chair instead of those ass breaking chairs. If Seungri was going to be coming into the studio to work, then he wanted him to be as comfortable as can be. Lifting his hand he placed it on the window, he wanted nothing more than to be in there with him. He wanted to feel Seungri’s hand on his own.

“Hello hyung.”

Jiyong closed his eyes and counted to ten before turning around to see Mino behind him.

“Seungri is writing again, I can’t wait to see what he comes up with. Are you excited too hyung? I bet it will be something heartbreaking with how he is pulling from his journals as inspiration.”

“Watch it Mino.”

“I watch a lot hyung. I watch him do everything he can with a smile. I watch him laugh at home and watch him get frustrated when watching a tv show. I get to watch everything. What do you get to watch?”

Jiyong could feel the anger building up inside him. He hated that it was Mino who was getting to watch everything firsthand meanwhile he had to sit on the sideline. It should have been him there along side Seungri, but his own stupid selfishness kept him from being there.

“Well if you excuse me hyung, I should see if Seungri needs anything.”

Mino pushed passed Jiyong to enter the room and the sound of his voice as he greeted Seungri was too sweet and made Jiyong want to vomit. Peering into the room he watched Mino bend down to hug Seungri and watched him place a kiss on his cheek. Clenching his hand into a fist Jiyong could see Mino looking up at him as he planted that kiss, the look in his eye was a challenge to Jiyong. If the younger man wanted to challenge him then he would play along. He would get back Seungri if it was the last thing he would do.

“Hyung how is the music coming?” Mino ask pulling back after watching Jiyong storm off from the door and sat down across from Seungri.

“It is coming along well, it’s rather sad. I don’t know if it is something that should even see the light of day.”

“Don’t say that, it’s good that we have a mixture of emotions in the music. We can’t always be happy every second of the day. Plus, our fans need music to listen to when they are broken hearted.”

“True, but I really wish I could remember who made me this way. I know you all know who it was but none of you want to tell me. Why won’t you tell me?”

“The doctor has told us that you need to figure that out on your own. That if we were to tell you it would be a shock to your system. Your brain isn’t ready for you to remember that, when it is time you will.”

“I know you all keep tell me that, but I am tire of waiting.”

“Hyung you spent months in a coma, you can wait until your body is ready. Let’s just enjoy the time we have before all the memories come back.”

Seungri just nodded his head, clearly Mino was not going to give up anything. Just like the other members no one was willing to help him out. Maybe if he were to get them drinking it might help loosen those tight lips. Setting the notebook down Seungri grabbed his phone and sent a message to the group chat asking if they would like to get a drink tonight. Quickly the responses came in that of course they would love to. Smiling Seungri put down his phone, he would get answers soon.

Mino and Seungri pulled up to the restaurant and allowed valet to park the car. Walking in they were greeted before being taken to the back private room. The closer they got to the room he could hear the loud laughter of a certain bingu. Upon entering the room Seungri looked around as his bandmates and smiled when he spotted an open bottle of wine already on the table. No doubt the reason for the loud laughing.

“Our Maknae has arrived!” Daesung sand out as he got out of his seat and danced over to him causing Seungri to break out into his own laughter.

“What you don’t like my dancing?”

“I loved your dancing, but you reminded me of the time Jiyong hyung had to pretend to be a girl and dance.”

Daesung gasped and lightly slapped Seungri on the chest, “How could you say that, I dance more gracefully then our leader.”

“Yeah Maknae how could you say that about Daesung, he dances very seductively when he needs to.” The oldest member said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Daesung covered his face in hope to hide the blush that was quickly spreading over his body. Seungri and Mino moved out of the doorway and over to the table and sat down next to Youngbae.

“So how is the music coming along?” Youngbae asked.

“It is going well hyung, rather sad but well. I should have the first song’s lyrics down and then I will only need some beats to go with it.”

“Well leave it up to Jiyong, I bet he will find something to go with your words.”

“Speaking of Jiyong, where is he?” Seungri asked as he looked again around the table and noticed his absence.

“Oh he got called away for a meeting but he might show up later if need be.”

“Ok.”

“Enough talk lets eat!” Seunghyun shouted in his drunken state.

The drinks flowed the whole night as everyone ate happily. They talked about the concert and how much the fans missed Seungri. They talked about Youngbae and what is like to be a parent. Seungri lit up every time Youngbae brought up his child, he wanted nothing more than to have his own child one day. He knew it was going to be hard, society won’t take lightly to a gay man wanting to adopt a baby. Yet he knew he didn’t want to live in hiding his whole life.

It was around 11pm when he knew the other members were very much intoxicated along with Mino as Mino was drinking everything that was offered to Seungri. Seunghyun was slurring his words and trying to get Daesung to get up and dance with him to music that no one could hear. Youngbae was happily smiling on at the two love birds who were in their own little world. Mino was resting his head on his hand, half aware of everything and half asleep. Now would be the time if he were to ever get answers.

“Yah bingu hyung.” Seungri called out.

Seunghyun stopped trying to pull Daesung from his chair and looked over at Seungri, his eyes barely open.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something?”

“You need help from the best dancer of this group?” He playfully said as he moved his hips.

Seungri laughed, “Not right now but I was hoping you could help clear something up for me?”

“Of course, you tell your hyung what it is, and I will help you.” Seunghyun said as he sat down in his chair.

“Well as I was working on my music, I was reading my journals and wondering who caused me to feel this pain.”

“The person is a bad person. You don’t need to worry about him.”

“But hyung who is he?”

“A bad bad man. Don’t worry about it. Here have a drink and forget about him.”

It was then that Mino shot his head up to grab the shot and downing it before face planting onto the table. Clearly that was the shot that broke the camel’s back.

“Yeah Maknae don’t worry about the past.” Youngbae pipped up before yawning.

“But hyungs I deserve to know.”

“You will when it is time. Just relax. I am going to use the restroom and check in at home.”

Youngbae stood and walked out the door or rather stumbled out the door. Daesung hummed in agreement as he laid his head on the table and nuzzled next to Seunghyun’s arm that was on the table.

“Hyung wouldn’t you want to know who hurt you? How about you just give me clues. You won’t have to say the name but you can give me an idea of who it is.”

“Hmmmm maybe. Not a lot and I won’t tell you who it is.”

“Good, go ahead with the first clue.”

“He is older than you.”

“Ok, not too helpful.”

“He is in the music industry.”

“Is he under our label.”

“Yes.”

“Ok next clue?”

“He can dance.”

“Well clearly if he is under our label. Even the actors can dance.”

“He can drink really well.”

Seungri rubbed his neck, these clues were not helpful at all.

“He charmed his way into your life at an early point. He was fiercely protective of you and loved you deeply.”

“Well apparently not if I go based off my journals.”

“What can I say he is an idiot. Anyone around you guys could see how much that man loved you. I don’t really understand why myself as to the real reason he did what he did. He told us why and told you why but it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Ok, what does he look like?”

“He is average height I guess. He has black hair and big feet. Most of the time he has a scowl on his face but that is just who he is recently.”

“Can you tell me what his name starts with or his sur name?”

“That would be cheating.” Seunghyun sang out.

“But hyung none of these clues are helpful, you just described the majority of the men at our label. Hell you just described Hyung-suk himself!”

Seunghyun shook with a look of disgust on his face as if he had just eaten something awful.

“Fine he goes by two names.”

“What are those names?”

“One of the alias names is..”

Before Seunghyun could utter the name the door to the private room swung open with an angry looking Jiyong holding up a very tired and drunk looking Youngbae.

“What the hell is going on here?” Jiyong shouted.

Seungri and Seunghyun both looked at Jiyong with a smile on their faces before they both said “Nothing” in unison.

“Nothing? This doesn’t look like nothing. Who let Youngbae drink? You know he can’t handle his alcohol.”

Jiyong looked around the room to see Daesung passed out and drooling next to Seunghyun. Next to Seungri laid Mino who was lightly snoring away.

“I think it may be time for everyone to get home and get some rest.” Jiyong said as he tried to deescalate his own emotions. He wasn’t sure if he should have let the elder member tell Seungri or if he should leave it up to Seungri to figure things out. Walking over to a chair Jiyong deposited Youngbae before walking out to settle the tab.

As he was paying the tab he could feel Seungri near him before he heard him.

“Hyung I should be paying, it was my idea to have everyone come out.”

“None sense. Let me pay for this.”

“But hyung….”

“Did you have fun tonight maknae?” Jiyong asked in a gentle voice.

“I did, even if Mino didn’t let me drink. How was your meeting?”

Jiyong thought back to his meeting as he ordered some drivers to take the members home. “It was ok, but I would have rather been here with you.”

Seungri felt his heart flutter quickly, it surprised him.

“Well you’re a businessman so of course you would have to go to the meeting.”

“The meeting was boring compared to the fun it looks like you guys had.”

Jiyong moved closer to Seungri and grabbed his hand and walked back towards the private room.

“Hyung.” Seungri quietly said.

“Hmm.” Jiyong answered.

“Will you tell me who the guy is that hurt me?”

“I can’t maknae.”

“But hyung why not? I almost had a good clue before you opened the door. You owe me now.” Seungri said sternly looking up dead in the eyes of Jiyong.

Jiyong smiled, he enjoyed this playful tiger-panda that Seungri was. He was going to enjoy this as much as possible. Move closer to Seungri he enclosed him between his to hands pinning him against the wall next to the door.

“If I give you that clue maknae what will you give me?” Jiyong asked in a whisper.

“Whatever you want hyung.” Seungri stuttered out. His heart was racing, and he could feel this emotion stirring inside him. It was a feeling of being prey, as if he was caught but at the same time it was exciting.

Jiyong moved in closer to Seungri leaning in next to his ear and whispered, “Don’t say whatever if you don’t plan on following through.”

Seungri gasped as he felt Jiyong’s breath against his ear, he could feel his pants start to get tighter as he became aroused.

“Hyung..” He breathless whispered.

Jiyong moved closer and put his knee between Seungri’s legs. He knew what he was doing, Seungri’s weakness was his ear. It was the one thing Jiyong could count on for helping him get what he wanted.

“Yes maknae?” Jiyong whispered again before ghosting his lips over Seungri’s neck.

Seungri let out a low moan, his member was fully hard now and he worried that Jiyong would feel it. The fear he had was confirmed when Jiyong also pressed his own hard member against Seungri.

“What do you need Ri? Tell me and I will give it to you.”

“Hyung please…” Seungri moaned out as he began to rock against Jiyong.

Jiyong growled lowly as he felt Seungri rock against him. It had been so long for him since the two had been this way. He wanted nothing more than to take him right then and there, media be damned. He was ready to claim what should be his.

“Tell me Ri, use your words. I can’t read your mind as much as I wish I could. I would love to know what dirty little thoughts you might have locked up inside that brain of yours.”

“I…I…I need..” Seungri could barely form a sentence, his need to find out who the mystery man is was battling the need for release.

“Just tell me, I will do anything you want.” Jiyong repeated as he placed gentle kiss on the Seungri’s neck.

“Touch me.”

That was all he needed. Jiyong moved one hand down to Seungri’s hard member and began palming it. The minute his hand made contact with Seungri, Seungri lost all control to stand upright. Jiyong had to quickly support Seungri as he was rubbing him. Seungri hid his face in Jiyong’s shoulder as he enjoyed every bit of what was going on. He could feel his orgasm rushing forward. It would take much longer, he just needed Jiyong to keep rubbing him.

“Don’t stop…” Seungri moaned out.

“Never.” Jiyong replied.

The hot feeling was rushing forward up Seungri’s body, grasping onto his Jiyong’s shoulder with his hands he bit down waiting for the orgasm to hit.

“Where the fuck are you two?” Seunghyun shouted as he opened the door.

Seungri in his startled state pushed Jiyong away from him and stuttered out “Right here hyung, we were order the drivers.”

“Good, good. I need to get Daesung in bed or he will be crabby tomorrow.”

“Well let’s head out, I am sure the drivers are here.”

Seungri walked over to the eldest member with a half-smile.

“Maknae are you ok? You look flushed? You’re not getting sick are you?”

Jiyong stood there as the two disappeared into the room. Being cock blocked by a drunk Seunghyun is by far the worst thing. Moving his hand down to his pants to readjust had him thinking otherwise, dealing with blue balls is much worse than that.

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[mykpopmood]

Big bang promoting their little sisters comeback stage/solo stage °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Make a request if you enjoy💋

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[itisfangirlstuff]

Acabo de publicar"Capítulo 13 | Ligero" en mi historia "La chica que él nunca notó | Seungri". #fanfic

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[aflaxtonjaegerbomb]

Sweet Sickness

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TopRi

Warnings: None

Word Count: 495

For: @ceo-panda for her birthday!!!!1 <3

Also Posted On: AO3 (PeaceMinusMOTTE - when I get around to updating it)

A/N: This is like my 100th time trying to post this because Tumblr’s a dick. I hope you had a good birthday though Pandie!!! And hopefully, this is okay for you~

“Seunghyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun”

The mass of blankets froze in its tracks.

“Hyuuuuuuung”

No way was that little shit in his house this early in the morning. Seunghyun grumbled and pulled the blankets tighter around himself. He’d told the maknae specifically to stay at home. It was just a cold.

“Seunghyun!” Seungri rounded the corner of the hall and looked his hyung up and down. “Why are you out of bed? You’re not fit to be walking around like this,” immediately, Seunghyun was being escorted back the way he’d come, shuffling at a fairly slow pace.

“Since when were you my mother?” Seunghyun rasped, his throat burning with each word. Okay, perhaps it was more than a mild cold. Seungri acted like he didn’t hear, and tried to tuck Seunghyun into his bed. He sat, gazing pitifully at his boyfriend, completely swaddled in blankets with his nose and cheeks a dark red in colour. Seunghyun was scowling.

“Did you take your medicine?” He spoke softly and for a second, Seunghyun relaxed his face.

“No, Seungri, I’d much prefer to stay ill and complain instead,” the sarcasm came out biting, but to Seunghyun’s dismay, Seungri only giggled and patted his forehead. “Stop that-” Seunghyun wiggled, trying to avoid Seungri’s hands.

Usually, Seunghyun is all for Seungri’s hands. Playing with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, kissing his knuckles and so forth, but today was not “usually”. At least, it wasn’t to Seunghyun. To Seungri however, this was apparently play time. Seungri sat himself on the bed next to Seunghyun, cupping his face in his hands. He let his thumb caress his lover’s face gently. Seunghyun squirmed again, but as he looked into Seungri’s eyes, he saw all the love, the passion, and the adoration that the younger man held for him, and that was enough for him to give in and smile weakly.

Quickly, Seungri dipped down and kissed Seunghyun. The older man’s initial reaction was to hum happily and part his lips before he remembered why they hadn’t kissed all week. Wrenching his arms from the blankets, Seunghyun pushed Seungri away, gripping his shoulders weakly.

“What?” Seungri blinked innocently. “I was enjoying that,” he pouted.

“You’re going to get sick you dumbass!” Seunghyun huffed angrily. The maknae would seriously be the death of him. Seungri pouted even harder, if that was possible. He scooted up the bed, closer to Seunghyun and gave him the best puppy eyes he could manage.

“No.” Seunghyun pressed his lips into a thin line. “Absolutely not.”

Seungri scooted closer still and took Seunghyun’s hands in his own, messing with the other’s fingers, not meeting his eyes. Seunghun sighed, and Seungri interpreted it as a sigh of defeat, surging up and moulding their lips together. Seunghyun didn’t have the energy to fight back this time, and merely let his hands rest around Seungri’s middle.

“We’ll be sick together, Hyunnie,” Seungri smiled at his hyung.

“So who’s going to look after us?”

“Jiyong.”

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[ace-angel-judas]

Attempt

Pairing: Zico/Seo, Seungri/Seo

Rating: Angst

Synopsis: Seungri plans to ask out Seo only for things to go sideways.

A knock on the door made both Jiho and Seo look up from the couch, it was like any other day off, Seo was curled up watching Sailor Moon with Jiho next to her, the leader holding a protective hold over her legs while she clung to her teddy bear. They hadn't been expecting any visitors so Seo gave Jiho a confused look as the leader stood up and walked towards the door with the maknae following in step.

Jiho's face dropped when he opened the door, a look of disappointment on his face. Seungri was standing at the door, a bundle of flowers in his hands along with what appeared to be a packet of chocolate. Seo glanced at Seungri behind Jiho, her face turning red as she noticed the flirty maknae standing at the door.

"Seo!" Seungri beamed, "And Jiho..,"

"Hi," Jiho spoke in a monotone voice.

"Can I speak to Seo?" Seungri asked.

"Sure but I'm not leaving," Jiho stated firmly.

Seungri cleared his throat, his eyes turning to Seo who sunk behind Jiho awkwardly, her nervous were forcing themselves through her body.

"Seo, it's really nice to see you agian," Seungri gave her a smile, "I was wondering if you'd accept these and go on a date with me?"

"Wow," Jiho chuckled, "Was that rehearsed?"

Seungri was about to speak when Jiho cut him off.

"She's not interested, she also doesn't eat chocolate nor does she like roses," Jiho spat, taking the flowers and throwing them on the floor, "Stop trying, it's not happening,"

Seungri clenched his fists together before the door was slammed in his face, Jiho huffed as he watched Seungri leave from the hole in the door. Seo frowned.

"Jiho-"

"Come on baby bear," Jiho cooed softly, "Sailor moon is still on,"

"You were being mean," Seo whispered, "Maybe I wanted the flowers..,"

Jiho's head snapped back around to Seo, "Baby bear, don't get mixed up with someone like Seungri, okay? Now let's go,"

"No," Seo whispered.

There was an unsettled silence between the two of them, this was the first time Seo had ever said no to Jiho. He stared down at the maknae, her large wide eyes stared up at him and Jiho shook his head.

"Seo, Don't..," Jiho shut his mouth, he was getting too ahead of himself about things but he couldn't stop himself.

"I like Seungri," Seo whispered, small tears welling up in her eyes, "And you were just mean,"

Jiho was taken back, Seo pressed her hands to her eyes and slipped past him, walking to her room

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[ygscenarioforyou]

Born To Be Bad Part 4

Part 1 2 3

“So you’re saying that your father set up all this without letting you or your sister know about this. Didn’t your dad always check their background before making any deal?” he asks you while you looking back at the profile that he gave to you. “I don’t know why but out of sudden he wants to make a deal like that. Getting me married is the way to make business with them.” you took another file.

Your friend sat beside you making you jump a bit “Maybe they blackmail your dad or your dad was on drug” you flick his forehead causing him to rub his forehead. “They could just force my dad to sign it not marry me. Also, my dad sells it not take it.” (don’t do drugs >_<) he let out a chuckle and mess up your hair. “Why didn’t you told your sister about this.” you let out a sigh. “She didn’t take this seriously. She even said to go for it cause I’m not getting any younger” you rest your head on his shoulder. “How about we figure it out together and try to find what their hiding ” he comforts you while stroking your hair.

Suddenly someone knocks your door making you both look back at the front door. “Did you call anyone besides me?” he asks you but you shook your head while making your way to the front door. You open it and it’s none other than the guy that you just left. “What are you doing here?”

“Is that how you’re gonna talk to me. I’m trying to show you my good side for you.” he pulls out flowers from his back and give it to you. “I don’t like flowers. You should try harder” you cross your arm. “Are you going to reject my gift? I go to every store to buy you this. At least take it for my hard work.” he offers again making a pouty face. You let out a sigh and accept his gift. You’re maybe cruel but you still have that soft side.

As you were taking so long, your friend makes his way toward you “______, what took you so long? Oh...” you look back your friend and at him. He raised his eyebrow at your friend. “So you are?” he asks your friend. You clear your throat before you speak. “Umm...This is Seungri and Seungri this is my friend Mino.” Mino let out his hand to shake.

“Hi, I’m Mino” Seungri look at him like he was thinking something but accept it. “I’m Seungri, her fiancee” you roll your eyes. “Again what are you doing here? For real this time.” Seungri looks at you and shows you a soft smile. “You left me there and I really want to know you better but I didn’t know you got company.” he looks back at Mino who was also listening to what he has to say. “Yea and we kinda bus-”

“Can we talk privately” you nodded for him to continue. “ONLY the TWO of us?” he said it again looking back at him. “Ahhh... Got the message now. I just wait inside” he walks back to the living room.

“What so important about,” you ask while lay on the door frame. “Can’t we talk inside?” he raised one eyebrow but you shook your head. “Why would I let in the guy that I just knew him for 30mins.” you cross your arm. “I’m trying to be nice for you. Can’t we get along?”

“The last time I heard you speak to me was when we’re in the club. Showing that side of you I can already know that all of you were hiding something. I’m not stupid to let a guy who after something they trying take it from our family in my house. My house is my treasure. If you found it that means you stole it. Something went wrong with all of this, I will look for you even your hyung.” he maybe didn’t know what your capable of doing things but you just pray he won’t cross the line that you put it. He just stays silents while looking through your eyes to find an answer like he always does to people he has to deal with but nothing until he got an idea.

“Then what should I do to gain your trust. I really want to try it.” he holds your shoulder while looking at you in desperate. You look back at his eyes to find if it’s the truth that he was saying and all you can see was he sincerely. “Surprise me. I know nothing about you might as well surprise me.” you push away his arm that was on your shoulder and close the door.

Once the door was closed, he smirks in victory and decides to call his hyung to tell the good news. “Hyung I think she giving me the chance,” he said while the other stays silents for a while. “Don’t be too confident about it. We didn’t know what are they thinking. They smarter than what we thought so try not to ruin it this time.” Jiyong ends the call.

~You point of view~

“So what did he want?” he asks once you join him on the couch. “He said he wants to gain my trust” you continue doing research about him. “Are you really going to give him that chance?” he sat straight not believing you gave Seungri that easily. “Are you kidding me. With him having another plan to ruin the family. No way” he laughs and put his arm around your shoulder. “This is why I like being around you” you just let out a small chuckle and continue your work.

Admin D

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I’m sorry if It’s kinda short. I kinda out of idea already but I try my best to do it that came out of my mind.

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[jiyongpics]

Y'all read my Nyongtory smut fanfiction! 👁️👄👁️

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[bigb5ngaregods]

- seungri's been sleeping over for too long at jiyong and youngbae's place -

youngbae and seungri are walking in the hallway

youngbae: someone's waiting to pick you up

seungri: oh? who? *looks outside*

seungri: hyung, all i see is a garbage truck

youngbae: exactly *runs*

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[j-a-nuary]

Date Roulette: Taeyang

Sunday

Intro Week Start Seungri Week Start Daesung Week Start Previous Next

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I stretched out in my bed, luxuriating in the fact that I had not been woken up by alarms, phone calls, or knocks on my door.

If I wanted to stay ahead of the curve, I did have to actually get up though.

After showering, pulling on a skirt, and staring at my closet trying to have a single cogent thought about shirts, I pulled down the button down shirt that Seunghyun had let me use to cover up for the pool. I might not agree with his opinions about coats, but the shirt wasn’t half bad. Still undecided, I laid it out on top of the blue box that was still full of books.

I glanced at the little corner of the giant walk-in that I was using to house the three articles of Seunghyun’s wardrobe that had been left with me. I couldn’t believe he thought he had good taste. Bottega Veneta? Sure, not all their stuff was over the top, but even the more standard pieces weren’t… good.

I went back into the bedroom proper and grabbed my phone.

To: Seunghyun Come get your coat

To: Seunghyun It’s too ugly for my closet

I had a split second of panic and regret when I hit send on the second message. It felt like talking back to my mom or something.

Oh well. It’s already sent.

I wandered back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I had just barely started brushing my teeth when I heard a thump in the bedroom. It was followed immediately by Seunghyun’s voice.

“Excuse me?! Ugly?!”

Poking my head out of the bathroom, I saw that the noise had been the sound of my door ricocheting off the wall behind it.

“Mmm,” I nodded, mouth full of foam. I jerked my head towards the closet.

“I’m cancelling our week,” Seunghyun decided to follow me to the bathroom rather than go get his coat. “This isn’t goi…”

His train of thought seemed to have departed without him.

Still silenced by oral hygiene, I rolled my eyes at him through the mirror.

He stayed quiet. It wasn’t his usual quietness either. That was typically accompanied by cocky eyebrows and bored looks.

But right now, when I caught his eye in the mirror I saw something else.

His eyes were bound to my back. His jaw was set tightly, only loosened by an occasional flex by his ear.

“Ah’ng?” I asked around my toothbrush.

His eyes flicked to meet mine for just a second and I was able to figure out what that look was.

Anger. Real, and seemingly directionless at the moment.

His eyes dropped again. This time they seemed to be tracing lines across my torso. A thought occurred to me.

Did Daesung leave marks? I didn’t think so. He had, in fact, complained that he couldn’t at one point, and I couldn’t recall any use of his fingernails. Not any that would cause issues anyway.

I quickly rinsed my mouth out, trying to get ready for whatever argument or scolding I was about to get.

Turning to face Seunghyun, I draped a hand towel over one shoulder and leaned back against the sink.

“Wha-”

“What the hell happened?”

“Hmm?” I opened my eyes a little wider, raising my eyebrow in my best impression of innocence.

“Why do you have so many bruises?”

Oh. Right.

I turned back towards the mirror and took a look at myself. Twisting as much as I could I tried to see my back as well.

“You know,” I shrugged, “the dance was very acrobatic. Besides,” I finally returned to my resting spot against the sink, “getting hurt is half the fun sometimes.”

Seunghyun opened his mouth. He blinked. He blinked again. He shook his head, blinking a few more times as he shut his mouth.

Now that… that felt like a victory.

“Anyway,” I laid the towel over the rack next to me and leaned back on the sink. I crossed my arms and gave Seunghyun my best impatient mother look, “aren’t you going to go get your coat?”

I watched some sort of struggle play out on his face. Chewing the inside of his lip, his eyes flicked down and back up to mine once.

“Come on,” he stepped forward, grabbing my arm and pulling me forward, “you can’t be walking around like this.”

Daesung was right. We really were comfortable with each other now.

“I can’t?” I sarcastically asked, “I was hoping for a really relaxed sort of day.”

“If any of the others see those marks, it will be all we talk about all day,” Seunghyun retorted, “it would even make Jiyong break his promise of leaving you alone.”

“How do you know about that?”

Seunghyun set me to stand in one corner of my closet, and turned towards the small section that had been filled.

“Even when he hates me, we’re still friends,” he explained, flicking through my clothes.

I supposed it made sense in a way. Sure, their entire friendship was one of the most toxic dynamics I had ever seen, but somehow they made it work.

“Damn,” Seunghyun muttered, “my clothes really are the best ones in here.”

He thrust his button-down into my hands, “here, put this on.”

Even though I had been planning on wearing it, it annoyed me now that he had suggested it.

That’s silly.

I pulled the thing on and started buttoning it up.

“Mm… no,” he shook his head and turned back to the hangers.

A few moments later, he had a plain white tank top in his hands.

“Is this mine?”

“Why would that be yours?” I asked, now unbuttoning the shirt.

“Same brand,” he shrugged, “put it on under your shirt.”

I did as I was told. Seunghyun stepped forward to button the shirt just a little bit higher than halfway.

I spread my arms, shooting him the most sarcastic look I could muster.

“Satisfied?”

He clicked his teeth, clearly a negative answer.

“It has a different energy than I thought, but,” he closed one eye and tilted his head, “it will drive Jiyong insane.”

“Insane how?” I squinted at him.

“For a second,” Seunghyun held up his hand, thumb and forefinger just barely apart, “just a second, he’s going to think that I spent the night with you.”

I knew my face was going to do something. I knew it would. I was panicking.

“Which is so weird,” I shook my head, hoping it came off as casual and dismissive, “when Daesung is an option.”

“Like he would do that,” he scoffed.

I was in the clear.

“You don’t think I could get Daesung to stay the night?”

“I don’t think he would stay the night,” Seunghyun theorised, “until after you chose him at the end.”

“Hmm,” I pursed my lips, “maybe I’ll choose him then.”

Seunghyun looked at me intently. He seemed to be appraising me. Or maybe the outfit?

“How likely is that?”

“Choosing Daesung?” I tilted my head and crossed my arms, doing some mental math, “I’d say… forty percent?” I nodded my head, “that sounds about right.”

“And the other sixty is Jiyong, right?”

I didn’t want to lay out my whole attraction accounting. I shrugged and walked out of the closet.

“No,” I said with what I hoped was finality as I passed by Seunghyun on my way to exit my room.

That was true enough. I knew that it might cause a riot, but choosing no one was still an option as far as I was concerned.

-----

“The shirt reappears,” Daesung observed as I entered the kitchen.

“It’s a nice one,” I shrugged.

I started shuffling through the cupboard. We had only been here for a little while, but I already had a particular mug that I thought of as being mine.

“Permission to flirt?”

I looked at Daesung. He was holding one hand up in salute, looking like a soldier asking for permission to speak freely.

“How are you this funny this early?” I shook my head, turning back to the great mug hunt, “granted.”

“You’d look better in my shirts.”

“That’s all?” I finally located the green thing. Setting it on the counter, I busied myself with making tea. Something was nagging at the back of my mind, but I wasn’t quite sure what.

“I didn’t want to be over the top,” Daesung laughed, “not this early in the day.”

“That’s fair,” I had finally hit the waiting section of the process. Turning to look at Daesung, I smiled.

“I appreciate your restraint.”

“Speaking of restraints,” his eyes drifted over me before circling back to meet mine, “how are your ribs doing?”

I should have expected this.

“Taeyang told you?”

Daesung nodded.

“They’re…” I trailed off, realizing what was missing. “Hold on a second.”

I popped my head to look back down the hallway. My door was closed. Had I closed it?

More importantly, where the hell was Seunghyun?

I traipsed down the hall and pulled my door open.

My room, closet and bathroom included, were silent and empty. I shook my head before heading back to the kitchen.

“What was that?” Daesung asked as I rounded the corner.

“I thought I had forgotten something,” I brushed off the question, “my ribs are fine by the way. Just a little sore. It’s not so much bruises as it is carpet burns.”

“You want me to take a look?”

The kettle dinged and turned off.

“Are you still flirting?” I poured the water over my tea bag.

“I actually wasn’t,” he smiled at me, “but I can if you want me to.”

"Can you at least wait until after I get my coffee?"

Wherever Seunghyun had disappeared to, he was now out of hiding.

“If it makes you feel better, I can flirt with you too,” Daesung offered him.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Seunghyun grumbled.

I laughed, leaning against the fridge as I sipped my tea.

“You’re in the way,” Seunghyun pointed out.

“It’s what I do best,” I joked.

I was going to move. Truly I was. But I wasn’t given enough time.

Seunghyun took my mug in one hand, and, again, squatted to wrap his free arm around my thighs. Having played this game once before, I quickly settled my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

“Trying to show off how strong you are?” Daesung teased him.

“Trying to get the cream,” Seunghyun answered. He set me on the countertop. Still holding my mug, he fixed me with a stern look.

“Will you be good and stay there while I make coffee?” I stole a move from Daesung and saluted.

Seunghyun nodded and handed me my tea.

When he moved to look through the fridge, Daesung shot me a wide eyed look. It seemed to be saying “oh really?”

I pouted and shrugged.

Daesung mouthed some words at me. I wasn’t one hundred percent certain what they were, but I was pretty sure it was . Coupled with the wink he threw in for good measure, I was suddenly very interested in the design painted on my mug.

“Who put it all the way in the back?” Seunghyun complained, standing upright again, cream in hand.

“Who do you think?” Daesung quipped.

Seunghyun clicked his teeth, then turned to face me.

He frowned.

“You’ll have to move again.”

“You just told me to stay here,” I pointed out.

“Fine,” he put a hand on my head, pulling me towards him a little bit, “then duck.”

He pulled me into his chest with the one hand and swung open the cabinet behind me with the other. I heard the bell-like clink of stoneware, and the dull thud of the cabinet closing. Seunghyun stepped away and I slid down from the counter.

“What ar…”

I darted around Seunghyun and joined Daesung on the far side of the breakfast bar area.

I was greeted with one arm stretched out, offering me a seat next to him. Easily enough, I hopped up on the chair.

Seunghyun tilted his head slightly, but simply went on with his coffee task.

“So, do you have any idea what we’re up to today?” I asked.

“I think we’re going out somewhere again,” Daesung dropped his hand to rest on the back of my seat, and scooted his own a bit closer.

I felt as if there was a lot of body language happening. Some secondary conversation that I had missed most of.

-----

Luckily, I was sat between Daesung and Taeyang when we all climbed into the van.

Briefly, I wondered if the boys ever put any thought into seating arrangements. I certainly didn’t, even though I had more than enough reason to have preferences by now.

“You just can’t stay away from me this morning, can you?” Daesung teased me, draping his arm around my shoulders. “You can rest on me if you want.”

“I go where there is space for me.”

“I’ll just keep making space for you then.”

Two fingers on his free hand tapped against his thigh slightly. It was a gesture small enough to not be noticed by the others, but obvious enough that I was now concerned about whether or not I was blushing.

-----

Phones turned off and handed over. Tickets and maps distributed.

“You and your favorites have fun,” Taeyang perused the map, “I’ll look after the kid.”

“Hyung…”

“What?”

“What?” Taeyang looked up at me, “you said you didn’t understand why we shouldn’t just say the truth of things, right?”

“Youngbae,” Jiyong seemed to be getting ready to scold him.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “I guess you’re right.”

“What?” Jiyong gave me a surprised look.

“If we all know it,” I shrugged.

“Why shouldn’t we say it?” Taeyang finished for me.

“That’s true,” Daesung agreed, “it’s not like it’s a secret who gets along the best.”

-----

“There is going to be a point,” I carefully explained, “in this exhibit where I will not be able to keep going without closing my eyes.”

Jiyong tilted his head curiously.

Seunghyun just nodded.

“What point is that?” Daesung asked.

“When we get to the spiders.”

“Ah,” Daesung nodded, “now that you mention it, I think I won’t be joining you on this one.”

-----

“Nope!” I quickly crouched down, shaking my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, “I know I look like an idiot but I can not do this.”

“We can go back,” Jiyong offered.

“I just need one of you to guide me through this part,” I explained, still squatting next to a wall, “so that I can get to the snakes on the other side.”

“Come on,” I felt a hand that I assumed belonged to Seunghyun clasp onto one of mine. “Stand up.”

I slowly stood, eyes still shut.

“Listen, I know this is silly…”

“You’re doing fine,” he reassured me, “just hold on.”

I couldn’t see, but I could imagine Jiyong’s expression. Sour but silent. Wanting to protest, but not wanting to make a scene.

"I do have a question though," Seunghyun started directing me through the area, "why do the spiders bother you, but the beetles didn't?"

"Beetles are just little guys," I explained, "little alien guys."

"And spiders?" Jiyong asked for clarification from somewhere slightly behind me.

"Spiders are an abomination. A sin against god. Nobody needs that many legs, or eyes."

-----

"Oh, hey," Taeyang greeted us a few moments later. "What's up with you?"

"Spiders," I bluntly explained.

"Fair enough."

“Where’s the kid?” Seunghyun asked.

“Not sure,” Taeyang shrugged, “he’s, uh, you know.”

Jiyong sighed, “we should find him.”

“It’s not like he can really get in trouble here,” I protested.

“This is Seungri we’re talking about,” Jiyong pointed out.

There was a beat of silence while we each considered this.

“Okay, yeah,” Taeyang nodded, “I’ll go find him.”

“Find who?” Daesung approached, holding several bottles of water. “Where’s Seungri?”

“Asked and answered,” I laughed, “and asked, I guess.”

“Here,” Daesung handed out water to us. He had clearly only been expecting Seunghyun, Jiyong, and I, because he was left without his own.

“I can go get my own,” I handed mine back to him.

“No,” he pushed it back into my hands, “we can share.”

The boldness on this one!

“I, uh,” if we had been alone it would be one thing, but in front of the others I was at a loss. Not finding a way to finish, or even start, my sentence, I just sighed and shook my head.

“Cute,” Daesung ruffled my hair lightly.

“Leave her be,” Seunghyun chastised him.

Jiyong, perhaps a bit too literally true to his promise of non-interference, simply handed his own drink to Daesung and headed in the direction of the nearest vendor.

“You know what? Maybe I’ll just go hang out with Taeyang,” I proposed, “because all of this energy?” I waved a hand generally between me and the other two. “Super weird all the sudden.”

Taeyang laughed.

“Okay, okay,” Daesung smiled, raising his hands placatingly, “I’ll stop.”

“And you?” I nodded at Seunghyun.

“I didn’t do anything,” he shrugged.

“Yo…” I had raised a finger to make a point but paused. Closing my fist, I rested it against my lips, “actually you’re right.”

“Ah,” Taeyang sighed, “so I’m still the babysitter then.”

“Sorry,” I grimaced, “I’d offer to take over except that I, you know,” I shrugged, “really don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” he nodded, “I get it.”

-----

“Daesung must be feeling the pressure,” Seunghyun commented.

We were standing near the elephant pen. I was standing on a bench, trying to get a better view while Seunghyun let me use his shoulder to steady myself.

Daesung and Jiyong were a little ways behind us, still arguing about whether the rhino’s horn was made of bone or hair. They had both refused to simply read the sign, preferring to support both of their arguments with gut feelings.

“What pressure is that?” I asked, trying to figure out if the spot of gray I could see was an animal or a wall.

“Endgame.”

I sighed, giving up on elephants. Stepping down from my perch, I wearily looked up at Seunghyun.

“Can we not talk about this?”

“I’m just saying,” Seunghyun turned, proceeding forwards down the path.

He clearly expected me to follow him and, given that the other option was joining the horn debate, I obliged.

“He doesn’t usually flirt in front of us,” he paused, watching a hippo lazily floating in water, “it’s like he wants to specifically annoy Jiyong.”

“Ah,” I nodded, “and what’s your take on that?”

Seunghyun gave me a sideways glance. A smile briefly fluttered across his face before he answered.

“I still think I’m the best tool.”

“You said that you wanted to help me remind Jiyong not to get ahead of himself,” I reminded him, “right?”

“More or less,” he agreed.

“Right,” I considered my next words carefully.

“I don’t think Daesung flirting has anything to do with Jiyong.”

Seunghyun slowly turned to face me. He looked skeptical.

“I have reason to believe that Daesung is,” I shrugged, “interested. To some extent.”

I didn’t get an immediate verbal response. Seunghyun stood up a little straighter, looking around for the others. Satisfied with our relative level of privacy, he returned his attention to me.

“Higher or lower than forty percent?”

“What?”

He had one of his looks that would have made me uncomfortable about two weeks ago. Now, I recognized it as him being completely tuned into the conversation.

“You said that you had a forty percent chance of choosing Daesung.”

“Oh, yeah,” I drew a circle in the air with my hand, “that was including this.”

“And you said it wasn’t entirely Jiyong for the remaining sixty.”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

He nodded slightly, glancing around again. His eyes stuck somewhere behind me. I assumed he had spotted the others.

“I understand if you don’t want to give me the details,” his eyes fell back to mine, “but give me the numbers.”

“That is the details.”

“Without the labels,” he clarified, “just numbers, no names.”

I sighed, but raised my hands to illustrate the math.

“Forty, thirty, twenty, ten.”

He squinted at me. Obviously, he had expected something different.

“What’s the fourth o-”

“-at the internet says, there’s no way that it’s made of hair,” Daesung protested.

Perfect timing.

“Guys,” I interrupted their somehow still going argument, “it’s not bone.”

"Right," Jiyong emphasized the word by waving his hands between he and I, "it's hair!"

"Kind of," I said it a little softly, not wanting to give the show yet another example of just how few friends I had had in high school, "it's keratin. So you could also say it's made of fingernails."

“Oh,” Jiyong frowned, “I hate that.”

“You don’t have to like it for it to be true,” Seunghyun pointed out.

“Actually that kind of makes it make sense,” Daesung said, looking at his own fingernails.

-----

Post-zoo, we had all gone back to the house for a late lunch. Or maybe it was an early dinner? Once again, either by luck or design, Seungri and I were separated.

“You got a bit of sun today,” Taeyang observed.

“Really?” I pressed my fingertips against my cheeks. I could feel the slight radiating heat that came from sun damage.

“I’m not used to being outside this much,” I laughed, “hopefully it doesn’t burn and I just get that healthy tan look.”

Taeyang looked slightly confused by that, but didn’t say anything.

“You like tans?” Daesung asked.

“I mean,” I shrugged, “I don’t have a preference for or against it.”

“But isn-”

There was a slight thump noise, and Taeyang cut his sentence short.

Sliding my gaze sideways off of Taeyang, I caught Seunghyun’s eye. He shook his head slightly.

He was right. Best not to get into a discussion about the differences in beauty standards.

Unless…

“It might bring out my freckles,” I said quietly, directing it mostly towards the salad in front of me.

There was a slight choking cough noise down the table, followed by a muffled laugh somewhere else, but no one actually responded.

We all fell into silence. For a bit too long.

“Okay guys we have to talk about something,” I started, “any suggestions?”

Seunghyun looked around the table for a moment before opening his mouth.

“W-”

“Don’t talk,” I stopped him, “you’re going to make trouble of some kind.”

“How am I goin-” he leaned in his chair, annoyed, but smiling.

“You always start trouble,” I leaned forward, interrupting him again.

“I was just going to ask a-”

I raised a hand, cutting him off a third time, “don’t ask anything.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daesung silently laughing, and Jiyong barely containing himself. Next to Seunghyun, Taeyang was openly grinning. At the end of the table, Seungri had his head in his hands, shaking it slowly.

“Wow,” Seunghyun shook his head, still obviously enjoying himself, “you’re being ridiculous right now.”

“No I’m not,” I insisted, trying not to laugh now, “you were going to ask some question that sounds completely normal, but has an undertone specifically to get a reaction out of someone here.”

That brought a snort out of Jiyong.

“She’s got you figured out hyung,” Taeyang said.

“And well done!” I leaned back in my chair, “you got a reaction without even asking the question. So let’s move on.”

Daesung was wheezing slightly now, still trying to restrain himself from outright laughing.

“You okay?” I asked him.

Daesung coughed slightly, finally breaking out in laughter.

“I… that…. this…” he lifted his cup, but didn’t manage to actually sip it, “you…”

“I’ve been here too long,” I leaned my head on my hand, chest still jumping from trying to control my own laughter.

“You really do seem to know us a bit,” Jiyong managed to get out.

“You guys remember how he pretended to be the serious one when I first got here?”

“I am the serious one,” Seunghyun protested.

“No you’re not,” Taeyang and I managed to say it almost in unison.

“Taeyang is the serious one,” I explained.

“Yeah, I’m th… what?” Taeyang turned towards me.

“I mean, at least in the context of the show,” I shrugged.

He thought about that for a second, then nodded slowly, “I guess that makes sense.”

-----

“Do you even know how to rinse dishes?” I demanded.

“Excuse me,” Daesung retorted, “I do perfectly fine on my own.”

“Then what is with this bowl?” I held up the offending specimen. “It’s clearly still covered in soap.”

“That’s one dish,” Daesung grumbled, “the rest were fine.”

“If you two are going to argue,” Seunghyun placed the remaining dishes on the counter next to the sink, “I’ll do the dishes myself.”

“Cool,” I dropped the towel in my hand on the counter, “I wanted to get some painting done.”

“Same one as before?” Daesung was patting his hands dry on his jeans, “I’ll be your reference again.”

Seunghyun started to swear, but Taeyang patted him on the back.

“You set yourself up hyung,” Taeyang shook his head, “just let it go. I’ll help.”

-----

I couldn’t help but let a giggle slip out as I turned down the hall towards my room.

“Have you worked out the details yet?” Daesung asked as he trailed after me.

“I never work out details ahead of time,” I stepped into my room, leaving the door open for him. I headed to my closet and started digging out the easel, canvas, and assorted other supplies from one of the big blue boxes that still sat there.

I handed the dropcloth to Daesung so that I didn’t have to make too many trips back and forth.

“Can you lay that out for me? On the window side of the bed,” I directed him.

“Of course pet.”

I stopped, looking after him as he left the closet.

Well, as long as no one else was around, what was the harm?

-----

“I have a very important question,” Daesung said as I readjusted his arm on the armrest of the chair next to my vanity.

“What’s that? Here, hold this,” I handed him one of the rubber daggers I had used with Taeyang.

“Can I flirt with you, or do you need to focus?”

My eyes flicked up to meet his for a second. I felt a warmth rise in my cheeks. I quickly busied myself with the angle of the dagger as I answered.

“Of course. We’re alone,” I stood back and squinted at the pose, “flirt as much as you like.”

Daesung drew a deep breath, jerking his head to the side for a moment.

“As much as I like?” his eyebrows raised, “are you sure about that, pet?”

Paintbrush in hand, my attention was on the canvas now.

“Sure thing.”

Daesung stood up.

“I just got the pos-”

I was cut off by his hands in my hair, and his lips on mine. My paintbrush fell to the floor, and I had just enough awareness to be thankful for the drop cloth.

After a moment of a semi-desperate kiss, he dropped his hands, just slightly, to cup either side of my face. He pulled just barely away from the kiss so he could speak.

“You taste so good, pet.”

“That’s a little more than flirting Dae.”

He quickly let go of me and took a step back.

“Sorry,” his hands fidgeted, opening and closing, “you said ‘as much as I like’ and I…” he shook his head, “sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” I protested, stepping forward to quickly place my own kiss on his cheek. “I did want to paint though.”

“Yeah, no, of course,” Daesung took his seat once again, running his hands through his hair a few times, “that was… I was being selfish.”

“It’s fine,” I reiterated, smiling at the complete 180 that his personality seemed to have taken. I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair.

“Right. Yeah. Can I just…” he paused, running the point of the fake weapon along his thigh, “I want to tell you something. Let’s call it flirting.”

“Okay?”

If this man was about to confess I would simply walk out of the house and never return.

“Today, um,” he licked his lips nervously, “when you were standing on the bench, and watching the hippos, next to Seunghyun.”

He licked his lips again, less nervous this time.

“You two were talking, and the way he was acting towards you…”

He trailed off, clearly working out the words.

I bent at the waist slightly, reaching down to pull his face to look at me.

“You can just skip to the point if you want,” I suggested.

He looked up at me, letting his eyes linger over my lips, and down to my shirt, before rising to meet my own.

I was suddenly very aware that I was still wearing Seunghyun’s shirt.

“You two looked like you were a couple.”

I grimaced, then shook my head. I dropped my hand from his face and returned to stand in front of the painting.

“And?” I asked, dreading the possibility that this was a confession of jealousy.

“And for a second I had this…” again, those wandering eyes interrupted him, “fantasy of being the other man.”

I blinked slowly, considering this revelation.

“You like the secrecy,” I smiled, convinced I had worked out a preference of his, “don’t you?”

"I like…" he kept his eyes securely on mine now, "I like a lot of things, pet."

There was that personality change again. My stomach was in knots, but I didn't let it stop me from prying.

"Tell me something else you like," I requested.

He hummed and leaned forward.

"Things I like," he breathed the words out, eyes falling to the floor while he thought, "can I say this?" He tilted his head, "it's not a bad thing, but it's not polite either."

"Tell me," I prompted him.

"I like to give," a small smile, "to kiss and lick, until you can't move."

"Dae…" my voice shook slightly as I said his name.

"Too much?" He smiled up at me, resting his chin on one hand.

"I asked," I shrugged, ignoring the part of me that was now intensely curious.

I picked up a paintbrush once more. His pose was off, but his facial expressions were on point.

"You should tell me what you like," Daesung pointed out, "it's only fair."

"Ah," I carefully dipped my brush into black before using my pinky to steady my hand against the canvas.

"I'm pretty simple," I squinted as I ran the fine brush across the surface, "I like when the other person is…"

I paused, quickly mirroring the first stroke of the brush while I considered how to word what I wanted to say.

I stood up straight and considered the two lines.

"Go on," Daesung prodded me.

I glanced at him. He was watching me intently. Perfect.

I leaned in and finished the simple shapes while I spoke.

"When I am the only thing on that person's mind at that time," I nodded, "I like being the center of focus."

-----

A knock sounded against the door.

Even though Daesung and I were doing nothing wrong, it still felt like we had been caught somehow.

"Come in," I called out, not looking up from the canvas.

"Sorry to interrupt," Seunghyun said as he opened the door, "I was wondering if we could talk about this week?"

"Of course," Daesung rose from his seat, "I shouldn't get in the way of the new couple."

I cast a sarcastic glare at him as he left.

"Perfect," Seunghyun immediately took the seat vacated by Daesung.

Daesung paused by the door, leaning backwards to give me a smug sort of smile.

"Text me if you need help with re-centering focus."

I shook my head, sighing. I'd have to watch my words with that one.

"Goodbye Daesung."

He laughed, closing the door behind him.

"I can see why he's at forty," Seunghyun commented once the door was closed.

Mentally, I groaned before turning to face Seunghyun.

Oh fuck off.

He sat in the chair, one hand extended upwards from the armrest. His fingers just barely seemed to be supporting his head, pressed against his temple.

His free hand had picked up one of my paint brushes. He twirled it between his fingers slowly.

It was tremendously annoying how Seunghyun had naturally fallen into the pose from the painting.

"So," I walked over and retrieved my brush from his hand, "what exactly did you want to talk about?"

"End of one week," Seunghyun started, "start of another. I want to know some things."

"Such as?" I decided to take advantage of his presence. Though I had already associated the man in the painting with Daesung, Seunghyun’s natural posture could be useful.

"I know I said 'no names'..." He trailed off, the question left unsaid.

"And no names you will get," I bent towards the painting again, this time trying to work out the lines of the character's chest, and denied his unspoken request.

I heard him huff. Looking up, I noted his dour expression.

Too used to getting his way.

I sank a thin brush into a deeper brown. Glancing back to Seunghyun for reference, I darkened the king's gaze.

"You're still thinking of choosing no one, aren't you?"

“Why wouldn't I?” I muttered, “no matter who i choose, I'd just end up getting hurt.”

I suddenly felt too embarrassed to look over at him. But Seunghyun, clearing his throat, tried to draw my attention anyway. My eyes instead focused on my brushes. I didn't understand what it was about Seunghyun that made it easy for me to simply say the truth of things.

“How would you get hurt?”

I took a few breaths to center myself before speaking, but even then my voice cracked.

“Have you heard that joke?” I started cleaning the small brush, glad for something for my hands to do. “My exes got love and support, and all I got was trauma?”

I stopped, my throat feeling tight.

“You don’t think you've ever been loved?”

“Well,” I cautiously chose my words, “I can’t speak for how anyone else felt but…”

I turned away further away from Seunghyun, running my tongue over my teeth. I could almost taste the bitterness of my next words.

“I have been made to feel unlovable.”

"What does that have to do with any of us though?"

It was a fair question. My issues may not have been my fault, but they were certainly my responsibility.

“It’s nothing to do with you,” I shrugged. “All I can really ask is that you realize that I’m not guarded for no reason.”

“You’re barely guarded at all,” Seunghyun scoffed, “you fell for Jiyong in a matter of days.”

I dropped my brush in a cup and turned to face off with Seunghyun. Hands on my hips, I gave him a hard look.

“I didn’t fall for Jiyong,” I protested.

“Maybe you weren’t in love with him,” he cocked an eyebrow, “but you were ready to make a decision halfway through week one.”

“I mean, just based on first impressions,” I waved a hand, “yeah. He seemed like the obvious choice.”

“So then what the fuck are we doing here?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry,” I held up a hand, trying to stop whatever this was, “I can’t keep up with your bullshit, okay? Are you mad at me for no longer being close with Jiyong?”

“I don’t g-”

“Or!” I leaned forward slightly, cutting him off once more, “are you mad because I was ever close with him at all?”

Seunghyun glared up at me from his seat. His expression read nearly identical to the anger I had seen this morning, but with a different stress in his jaws.

“Oh my god,” I dropped my hands, staring at him, “you don’t even know, do you?” I shook my head and picked up a brush, “you’re just having feelings, and decided it’s my fault.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Seunghyun asked.

I shrugged.

“I’m not the one who started this conversation,” I glanced between him and the canvas, “now, if you don’t mind holding still for a moment…”

In the biggest plot twist yet, he did as I requested.

After a few moments of silent painting, I finally dropped my brush back into the thinner.

“Now,” I stood up straight and stretched from side to side, “how are we going to handle this week?”

“Oh,” Seunghyun shook his head. His expression immediately dropped from the glare he had been holding.

I couldn’t help but wonder exactly when he had gotten over the anger, because there wasn’t a single trace left.

“That’s simple,” he rolled his neck before giving me a cocky smile, “by the end of the week, I’m going to be at least on par with Daesung.”

Fat fucking chance.

“How do you figure?”

“Easy,” he stood up and walked towards me, then past me. He stood, looking over the still in progress painting.

I waited for further explanation.

“Not that you’re easy,” he sort of clarified, “it’s just that I’m confident.”

A phrase from a show, or maybe a podcast, came to mind.

Not cocky. Just convinced.

“Cool,” I grumbled, “but what are we actually going to be doing?”

“Ah,” Seunghyun turned his attention from the painting towards me, “there’s going to be a fair amount of travel. Trains, buses, that sort of thing. So wear comfortable shoes,” he smiled. That rare, genuine looking one.

“You don’t need to worry about trying to impress me. So just wear what’s comfortable.”

-----

To: Hugeboy Hey, I have a weird question

It took a while for Mino to respond. I was able to get the painting supplies completely put away before my phone chimed.

From: Hugeboy What’s up?

To: Hugeboy Is Seunghyun… sane?

I watched bubbles pop up and fade a few times. Then, surprisingly, my phone started ringing. I quickly picked up.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? It's not like you're with anyone right now, right?"

Mino sounded different on the phone. His voice was a little rougher somehow.

It wasn’t a bad sound.

“Not at the moment,” I conceded, “but honestly you never know.”

“Even this late?” I heard him click his tongue, “ah, and I was doing so well with not worrying or being jealous.”

I laughed, then felt a little bad.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I…” I sighed, “I’m assuming you called to answer my question?”

“Right, is Seunghyun sane. Well~” he stretched out the word a bit. A slight strain in his voice made it sound like he was physically stretching as well.

I tried not to think about that.

“He has had his difficulties. But if you’re asking if he’s dangerous… No. He’s fine.”

Somehow, coming from Mino, I was completely reassured.

“Good to know.”

“Why’d you ask?”

I hummed a bit, thinking over if I wanted to talk about it.

“He said that by the end of the week I would like him just as much as anyone else,” I explained.

“Sounds like you’ll have a busy week then,” Mino sounded a little let down, “and I doubt you’ll be hanging around YG much with Seunghyun.”

“Yeah, probably not,” I shrugged, “he said that whatever he was planning involved a bit of traveling.”

“Damn. I was hoping I might be able to steal a little of your time.”

Involuntarily, I smiled.

“Really~?” I added a bit of cutesy flair to the word. “For what?”

“Because I miss you, and I want to see you.”

There was a half a beat of silence before he continued.

“All the time.”

Damn. I really needed to stop.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I needed to stop, but it did need to stop.

“Mino…”

“I know,” he cleared his throat, “you don’t have to say it.”

“I want to see you too.”

-----

A soft knock interrupted my sketching.

Rather than calling out to just let whoever it was into my space, I opted this time to go and open the door.

Seunghyun had changed his clothes. I imagined that these were approximately his pajamas, though maybe the sweatpants were a modesty move.

Completely bewildered by seeing him not look like he was about to go to a photoshoot, I shook my head.

“What do you want?”

“Come drink with me.”

I squinted at him and gave his outfit a very obvious once-over.

“What?”

“Not out, obviously,” he rolled his eyes. “Come out to the deck, or by the pool.”

Were it not for the complete incongruity, I would have refused.

“Okay,” I huffed.

“Good,” Seunghyun smiled.

He bent forwards slightly to take my hand in his, and pulled me along behind him.

-----

The lights in the pool offered a wavering source of illumination. It wasn’t quiet enough though. As Seunghyun poured two drinks at the little bar station, he had his phone light on, phone resting against a bottle.

Once he was finished, he tapped the light off. He brought the two drinks over to where I had sat at the edge of the pool, dangling my feet into the water.

“Here,” he held one out to me.

“Thanks,” I took it and sipped it.

I hadn’t expected wine, but I didn’t hate it.

“So,” I placed the glass on the conrete next to me, “what’s up?”

I could hear him moving around behind me, but felt no urge to keep an eye on him.

“I didn’t like the way we left things earlier,” he explained.

He slowly sat down next to me. He had obviously been planning on the pool, since he had stripped down to swim trunks now.

“Maybe stop being an ass all the time then,” I suggested, “just as a starter.”

“I don’t mean to be.”

I looked at him. He was staring into his glass, swirling the wine slightly.

“I think that’s the closest you’ve ever come to an apology.”

“Is it?” he tossed back the full cup like it was a shot.

Quickly, he scrambled up. He went to the bar and retrieved the bottle. Placing both his glass and the bottle on the concrete, he sat down, then slid into the pool.

It was a good thing we were at the deep end. Still, even with the edge of the pool only at chest height, it was a little bit of an awkward position for him to refill his glass.

“Here,” I leaned over and took the bottle from his hands. I tilted the thing, filling his glass half-way.

I could feel him watching me.

“Can I be honest with you?”

I glanced down at him.

“It’s prefered, actually.”

He let his legs go somewhat slack, dipping down until the water was just under his chin.

“I realized, very recently, that I…” his eyebrows dipped and he clicked his tongue, “I am attracted to you.”

Two wolves inside me were battling. They were both named sarcasm.

“I mean I can’t blame you,” I replied dryly. I lifted my glass, using it to cover the urge to shoot him a cocky smile.

Seunghyun groaned slightly, but managed to hold back whatever comment he obviously wanted to make.

“Do you have your phone on you?”

“It’s in my room,” I put my own, now empty, glass back down. “Why?”

I had a suspicion.

It was proven correct when Seunghyun stood up. He held out a hand, beckoning me.

“Come in.”

I considered my clothing. Cotton, cotton, cotton… maybe some elastic in the shorts.

I ignored his hand and slid off the wall.

I followed through with the drop, getting completely underwater and pushing sideways off the wall to slip deeper into the pool. I popped up about five feet away from Seunghyun.

“So did you want to talk, or did you just want to get wet?”

“I wanted to apologize,” he waded towards me slowly.

I kicked myself backwards, maintaining distance between us.

“So apologize,” I taunted him.

“Okay okay…” He stopped his approach, lifting his hands, “I just… before…”

I tread water, watching him struggle with his words.

“Okay, first… I would like to apologize for being an asshole. It’s like you said, I was blaming you.”

“And second?”

“I would very much like to catch you right now,” he emphasized the word “very” to a degree that would have made me shiver if the pool wasn’t heated.

“But if that… if you… uh…” he dipped down, letting his head dunk under the water for a moment. When he resurfaced, he pushed his hair back from his face.

“If it would be better for that to not happen, that’s perfectly reasonable.”

“To be honest,” I floated slightly closer to him, “I don’t think you could catch me.”

There was a beat of silence. Then he lunged.

I dropped, aiming for the bottom of the pool so I could properly launch myself. I could feel the movement above me as I shot underneath him,

I resurfaced and heard him moving behind me.

I turned and looked, eyes stinging just slightly from the chlorine in the water.

“How did you…”

I laughed.

“I’m quick, man,” I shrugged, “you gotta be smart if you want to keep up.”

The game went on longer than I really expected. I fully expected him to give up after a few failed tries, but he was zoned in.

I was trying another risky move, trying to shoot past him, when I felt a hand land on my leg. I quickly tried to pull away, but it secured itself on my ankle.

I didn’t want to kick him, so instead I turned. I leaned forward, trying to get a grip on his fingers to let me go.

Of course all that did was give him the opportunity to grip my wrists.

He pulled me up, out of the water.

“I’ve got you.”

“Fine,” I conceded. Then I laughed, “that was actually fun.”

“I don’t know what to do now,” Seunghyun frowned.

“Well the game’s over, and it’s late,” I shrugged, “I think we just go to bed now.”

#Date Roulette #DR:TY #T.O.P #Choi Seunghyun #Daesung #Kang Daesung #Taeyang #Dong Youngbae #G Dragon #Kwon Jiyong #Seungri #Lee Seungri #Mino #Song Minho #Kpop #Kpop fanfic #Big Bang #Winner

[daesungindistress]

Hi! I'm fan of your stories. I dont know how many times read them. And they are together now. Will you continue Hearts On Fire series?

Hello! Thank you for reading my fics, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them :)

Hearts On Fire... Occasionally readers still approach me about this series, wondering whether I have plans to continue it. In the past I've answered, “I want to,” “I hope to,” etc. At this point though, years have passed since the last installment, and much has changed... my feelings about my old fanfics are not what they used to be. About continuing it, I can’t confidently say yes, yet I'm not ready to say no. The most honest answer I can give you today is: I don’t know.

I only have one more part planned; it involves a bit of a time skip and the series was never exactly real world compliant so despite the hardships of the last few years it can be done, it’s just a matter of me getting back into the mood and recapturing that feeling that drove me to write about the guys romantically in the first place. If I’m going to tell stories about them I need BIGBANG to be together again, active again, interacting again -- at the very least talking again. Hearts On Fire is about ToDae but we haven’t seen TOP and Daesung so much as share a word with each other in literally years. Until that changes, I just don’t have the motivation to imagine them in new situations, much less the energy to put it in writing.

#the recent interactions between daesung and youngbae on youtube have been fun #and I was thinking if I was more of a sundae shipper I could work with that #I enjoy their friendship and camaraderie but have never really sensed chemistry #so even keeping in mind that my ships are purely fictional sundae has always presented an obstacle for me #ask #anon #bigbang #hearts on fire #fanfic #fanfiction #just some thoughts about that final installment of hearts on fire... seungri does not make an appearance but he is mentioned once #and I've considered writing him out of it; it wouldn't be hard at all #but ultimately I've decided that if it does get written I'll leave it as-is #because it works #it's just seunghyun telling daesung 'I don't trust him with you when you're like this' (in heat) #when I wrote it years ago I knew sr stans would take issue with it #but contextually it fit with previous parts of the series #in which I had already established that seunghyun was unhappy/uncomfortable sharing daesung with him #and it wasn't meant to imply that seungri was predatory or had consent issues #it was more about seunghyun being possessive and having trust issues #oh -- but I just remembered that at this point in the series they're not sharing anymore #so uh... I guess it's a bit of both: seunghyun doesn't trust seungri to respect his and daesung's boundaries #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #it's been a long time since I looked at my notes what can I say #anyway... anything I write readers are free to interpret however they like #idc

[lady-une]

Enough extra: E-Day

Hey y’all so with the news of enlistment me and my group chat had a talk. I jokingly said what if Glory was the one to see SEUNGRI off and it was requested for a little one shot. I wasn’t sure if I was going to do a stand alone or add it to a current story. I decided to add it to enough since I was working on it anyways. As much as I hate to even have to say this because you would all know by now but I am ot5. But anyways. As always leave me some love, comment and share.

With everything that has happened he thought they would still be there for him. What is he supposed to do other then move on when the “Family” he had is no longer there. Enough is enough. It is time for him to be happy.

Theme: angst

Word: 3221

The rain hitting the window was a calming noise to Seungri amidst the silence of the room. The letter laying on the coffee table was like a bomb slowly ticking down until it would explode. Seungri knew this day would come, it was a day most men in Korea hated but knew it was inevitable. Their life would be put on hold for two years while they did their duty and enlisted. Having known so many people including his hyungs who have already gone through it Seungri knew it wouldn’t be too bad.

The phone ringing on the couch next to him brought him out of his stupor, reaching down he picked it up and saw that it was Glory.

“Hello?”

“Hyung, want to get Italian tonight? I have a craving for spaghetti but I don’t want to eat alone.”

Glory was like this little ray of sunshine since the scandal, no matter how dark the clouds were he always found a way to punch through and lighten his mood. “Of course. I will come pick you up around 7 ok.”

“I cant wait hyung, see you then!”

The phone clicked silent and Seungri smiled as he stood from the couch. As Seungri walked back to the bedroom he started to call his hyungs in hopes they would be able to join them.

“Hyung can you make it out to dinner? I have something important to say.”

“Sorry maknae, I have dinner tonight with my in-laws. What did you need to say?”

“I have my enlistment date, will you be there to see me off?”

Seungri waited for Youngbae to respond but could hear his wife talking to him at the same time.

“Hyung?” Seungri called out.

“Oh sorry maknae, yeah yeah of course I will be. Look I have to go.”

The phone went silent. Seungri dialed Daesung next.

“Hyung?”

“Maknae!”

Seungri pulled the phone away from his ear at the loud shrill of a drunk Daesung. “Hyung are you busy?”

“I’m of at a certain Bingu’s house, he had a new bottle of wine.”

“Oh ok. Well I wont bother you two but I wanted to let you know I got my enlistment letter. Will you be there to see me off?”

A loud thud followed by even louder laughter could be heard.

“Hyung are you ok?”

“You elder hyung fell over trying to pose like a ballerina. I will talk to you later maknae.”

Again the phone went silent. Sitting on the bed Seungri dialed the one person he was sure would join him tonight.

“Hello?” A groggy Jiyong answered his phone.

“Did I wake you?” Seungri replied in a whisper.

“Yeah, I was at the studio late.”

“Well I wont keep you up, but I got my enlistment letter.”

“Oh. When do you go?”

“In a week. Will you be there?”

“I will have to check the schedule.”

“Ok, get back to me.”

“Yeah.”

“Good night I lov..” Seungri didn’t get to finish his sentence before the phone went silent.

Pulling up to Glory’s apartment Seungri waited in the car. Not long after arriving the door opened and in slipped a bubbly Glory.

“Did I keep you waiting?”

“Of course not silly. Ready?”

Glory nodded his head and the two took off. The car ride to the restaurant was spent in laughter as Glory sang along horribly out of tune on purpose to the songs on the radio. It was a thing the two would do, they would do their best to out sing the other in the worst possible way.

Pulling up to the restaurant they handed the keys to the valet and entered the building. It wasn’t busy at all and no one was there to hound them. They got a few looks here and there and Seungri could hear the whispers and glares. So many people saw him as a guilty man. No matter what was said to clear his name, society didn’t care. The media did a bang up job painting him as a bad man and smearing his name, connecting him to things he had no true connection to. Knetz only believe what they are fed by the media. The media could tell them the sky is green and birds are actually fish and they would believe them.

After finishing dinner the two sat and ate desert. Seungri swirled his glass of ice water before clearing his throat.

“I have something to tell you.”

Glory put down his fork and looked up at Seungri while he chewed his food.

“I got my enlistment letter today. I have to enlist next week.”

Glory harshly swallowed his food, “That was quick. Usually you get a little longer from the day you get the letter.”

“Yeah but I should have enlisted along time ago.”

“Who is going to take you?”

“Taekgu will of course take me. I am sure one of my brothers will go with me.”

“Well I will be there for sure! I wouldn’t miss this.”

“Thanks, I knew I would have you there in my corner.”

The two finished their meal before paying the bill and leaving.

Over the next couple of days Seungri spent them with his family. Enjoying the time they had before he would be stuck in a room with strangers who probably didn’t even like him. The anxiety of his debut years were coming back. He had the same fear when he first joined BigBang. He was alone and had no one while starting a new chapter in his life. The others were already so close and he felt like an outsider. He knew this would be the same thing all over again.

Seungri laid on the couch with his had in his mothers lap like when he was a little boy. His mother was singing him a song like she did when he was little, a comforting tune that always helped ease away his fears.

“My sweet boy, you know this will all have to go.” His mother said as she played with his long hair.

“I know. I am going to go tomorrow.”

“Are your other members going to go with you?”

“I was going to text them tonight and ask.”

“It’s been so long since I have seen any of them. You tell that Jiyong that he better bring himself around more.”

Seungri laughed and sat up before kissing his mother on the cheek and heading towards his room. Once inside he flopped on the bed and pulled out his phone. Sending a message to the group chat he asked if the others would be free to go with him to cut his hair. One by one they each viewed the chat but no one responded back. Seungri assumed they must be busy in the studio and put his phone on the charger before getting ready for bed.

After eating breakfast Seungri went back into his room and again flopped on the bed before grabbing his phone. Still there was no reply from his brothers, the message still sat on read. Sending them another message with the time that he would be at Taehyun’s place. Again the message was read but nothing was said.

After getting out of the shower Seungri got dressed and waited for Glory to come grab him. It wasn’t long before his phone alerted him that Glory was downstairs waiting for him. Seungri kissed his mother goodbye before walking out the door. The ride to the hair studio wasn’t long at all and as much as Glory tried to get Seungri to sing he just wouldn’t play along.

Arriving at the studio the boys walked in to find more friends already inside and waiting.

“My sweet chubby boy, it’s finally your time!” Taehyun walked up to Seungri before pinching his cheeks and hugging him.

“Noona.” Seungri said as he embraced her.

“Come now sit down. Let your noona work her magic.”

Seungri laughed, “Noona its not like its too hard so shave a head.”

“My boy I wont let you go into the army with an uneven cut. Now sit.”

Seungri sat or rather was pushed into the chair.

“Now where are your hyungs? I would assume they would want the honor of making the first cut. It’s customary.”

Glory watched as Seungri’s face fell at the mention of members who were absent as usual.

“They are busy with work of course.” Seungri said trying to force a fake smile on his face.

“Ok, well who wants to take the honor then?” Taehyun asked as she looked around to what friends Seungri had there.

One by one the boys there each took turns shaving off a small amount of Seungri’s hair. After each shave they ruffled his hair and kissed his head wishing him luck. Finally it was Glory’s turn and he slowly went over Seungri’s head cutting off the rest of it. He watched Seungri’s reflection in the mirror as he cut, watching the tear slowly slip passed his eye and fall onto the cape. When Glory finished he set the clippers down and brushed off his head before laying a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“They might not be here but the people who truly care for you are and we always will be here hyung.” Glory whispered into Seungri’s ear.

“Alright now its my turn to finish this up.” Taehyun said as she hip bumped Glory out of the way.

Music was turned on and laughter was soon filling up the studio. Seungri grabbed his phone and opened up instagram deciding to do a LIVE now to help lift his spirits. The fans quickly logged on to watch and were wishing him luck and telling him to stay healthy. Seungri turned the camera around to show who was all there and it wasn’t long before the fans caught onto the lack of BigBang members. Turning the camera around Seungri began to sing along to some songs that came on and Glory took the chance to get right next to him and sing along. Fans were enjoying seeing Seungri smile again and laughing. Soon the lack of BigBang members were gone from their minds.

“Glory little boy if you don’t move I will shave off all that hair too!” Taehyun said jokingly.

Glory laughed and moved back to his chair to allow her to finish what she was doing. When Seungri was done he stood up from he chair and hugged Taehyun thanking her.

“Now you hear me Lee Seunghyun, you better not let any of those boys push you around in there. You need to stand up for yourself. You are an innocent man free of all those charges. Do not let a single person make you think otherwise or try to hold that scandal over your head. I don’t know what is going on with those stupid hyungs of yours but you have some good friends here for you. Do not go through anymore hardships alone, you need to lean on others when you need them.” Putting her hand under Seungri’s chin she raised it up. “Now go forward with your head held high, do not put it down anymore. Do not let society dull that inner spark of yours. Be the great Seungri again. Rise again like the Phoenix you are.”

Seungri looked down and kissed Taehyun’s cheek before thanking her and walking out of the studio with his friends. As it was his final night Seungri spent it with his friends eating all his favorite food for the last time as it would be a long time until he had them again. They all joked about how the army had no idea what they were in store for. If they thought the fan boys were hard when he was there for the other members events then they hadn’t see anything yet. Each of his friends knew that when Seungri was his normal self no one stood a chance against his charm. That he could get anyone to become his friend by just talking with them, there was just something about him that made him so likable and easy to get along with.

After dinner Glory went back with Seungri to his house as he had decided to spend the night so he would be there when it was time to go. Laying in bed the two both tried to sleep but were unable to.

“Hyung you need to sleep.”

“I know but I cant.”

“What is on your mind hyung?”

“Things are about to change again and I am scared.”

“Hyung it isn’t that bad, before you know it you will be out and able to move forward with the other half of your life.”

“Yes but that also scares me. The future. What if the country doesn’t forgive me still? What if everyone is still hating me?”

“Then we say screw them. You don’t need them! We can do other things with your life.”

“I know but I want to be back with my other members. I want to be back making music. The country has to forgive me by the time I’m done. They just have to. Once I am done I will be able to come back to my members and we will be able to make music together just like before. They wont abandon me. They would never do that.”

“But hyung, they weren’t there today and they haven’t been there lately.”

“They have been busy that’s all. Just you wait and see, they will send me some kind of message wishing me luck if they cant make it. I bet they will be there tomorrow. They wouldn’t let me go alone in this. I bet they all said they had plans just because they wanted to surprise me.”

“Ok hyung, I will believe you. Now sleep.”

Seungri rolled over in the bed and looked at the wall, a silent tear escaped his eye. Were those words just for Glory so he would believe them or were they for himself in hopes that he would believe himself.

The next morning the two woke up bright and early to get ready. Seungri’s mom had made a large breakfast and packed them in containers for the boys to eat on the road. Seungri kissed his mother goodbye and hugged his sister and father goodbye. As the door closed Seungri could hear his mother’s soft sobs. Seungri did his best to hold back his own tears, now was not the time to break down.

Once in the car the driver drove off, Taekgu was in the front passenger seat while Glory and Seungri sat in the back. Glory was trying his best to get Seungri to eat what his mother had made but Seungri’s anxiety was back and his appetite was gone.

“Hyung you need to eat, your mother would be sad to know that you went in with an empty stomach. You wont get a chance to eat anything until they call dinner and even then its nothing appealing. Please don’t make me bring all these full boxes back to your mother.”

That seamed to do the trick and Seungri started to slowly eat what was handed to him. He ate as he slowly watched the city flash by him until all he saw were other cars and trees. It was awhile before he would reach the base and the whole way there he kept checking his phone hoping that the others would have sent him a message but there was nothing. He still had hope then that they would surprise him there.

At some point Seungri had fallen asleep on the drive there. Glory softly shook him awake and watched him stretch out like a cat.

“Hey we will be arriving shortly. Here are some wipes if you want to freshen up a bit.”

Seungri smiled and took the wipes offered. It would be a shame to show up on his enlistment date with a crusted up trail of drool on his cheek. The car soon came to a stop and Seungri took a glance at everyone there. There was a large crowd there mixed of men enlisting and their families but mixed in there was also the media. Seungri was now a civilian and it was supposed to be a closed enlistment but those vultures never let him be.

Sensing Seungri’s stress about the media Glory grabbed onto his hand. “Hyung I am here for you don’t worry.”

Seungri smiled and still looked around, hoping to see another vehicle near by that would hold his brothers but didn’t see anything.

“Taekgu hyung, did the guys say they would be here?”

“No they didn’t tell me anything. Are you ready to go?”

Seungri chewed on his lip trying to hold in his tears.

“Hyung?” Glory called out.

“Yeah lets go.”

Taekgu got out of the car first and opened the door to let Seungri out while Glory got out from the other side of the car. People shouting could be heard in front of Seungri as he put his back pack on. Walking towards the loud crowd of people had Seungri’s heart rate speed up. Seungri looked on either side of himself and saw Taekgu to his left and Glory flanking his right side. This gave Seungri a bit of relief to know that they were still near him. As Seungri got closer to the media and their flashing lights Seungri shoved his hand in his pocket holding onto the little plush dragon he was given by Jiyong years ago.

“Seungri!” Reporters shouted at him.

Seungri took time to stop every now and then to smile and bow at the cameras. As much as Seungri hated the media for how they destroyed his life he still needed to play nice with them. Once the last bit of media had been finished and he was finally safely in the spot for friends and family to say goodbye, Seungri turned to Glory with tears rimming his eyes threatening to spill over.

“Hyung?” Glory whispered as he grabbed his hand.

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Hyung you just say the word and I will enlist all over again!”

Seungri laughed, “Don’t be silly you know you cant.”

“I will find a way to enlist if I need to.”

“They must have been busy right? Work had to have kept them. Why else would they not have come or even sent me a message.”

“Of course, they wouldn’t miss their maknae enlisting. Don’t worry about it. I am sure you will get some message from them apologizing a million times for not being here.”

“Yeah what am I thinking, they wouldn’t let me down like this.”

“Of course not. Now you cheer up and go in there. You show them exactly who the great Seungri is hyung!”

Seungri wiped his eyes and smiled. He hugged Glory one last time before turning around and walking towards the gate. He wanted to look back but knew if he did he would break down in tears and that wouldn’t be a good look. Instead he held his head high and walked through the gates doing his best to ignore the fear that was bubbling up in him. Things would be different after this day he thought.

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[imyourestar]

Uyuyamıyorum. Başımı yastığa koyduğum anda kafamın içindeki çığlıklar fazlalaşıyor. Kendimi sürekli bir şeyler ile meşgul etmeye çalışıyorum ama gece başımı yastığa koyduğum anda başlıyor her şey. Kendimle yalnız kalmaktan korkuyorum. İçimdeki sen sustu, yalnızca harap olmuş yanım bağırıyor. Bütün bu olanları tek bir sebebe bağlayamam ama sen gelirsen hepsi çözülecekmiş gibi hissediyorum. Sana bu kadar bağlı olmak beni korkutuyor. Kendimden kaçarken sana sığınmak... Söyle bana bu acizlik mi ?

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[itisfangirlstuff]

I just posted "Capítulo 3 | Rechazo" for my story "La chica que él nunca notó | Seungri". #fanfiction

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