It had been going on five years later when Big Bang celebrated their 800 day anniversary, creating a small celebration with a cake and candles in their living room.
“To 800 days! And obsessive counting of days.” GDragon joked, a smile wide as he brought out the cake.
TaeYang and GDragon looked at each other and smiled.
Consequently, this day fell on the same day they met.
To eight years. They seemed to think to each other.
“Can you believe how long we’ve known each other?” TaeYang asked in disbelief as he went into the bedroom.
“Can you believe how old that makes me feel?” GDragon responded, collapsing onto his bed. TaeYang sat next to him.
“Why old?”
“My god, after all that’s happened.” He responded.
“But then how old does that make me?” TaeYang asked, pouting.
“Ancient,” GDragon groaned with a teasing smile on his face.
“Be honest, to you, what is “all that has happened”?” TaeYang asked his friend curiously.
“I joined YG, met you, got back into a good relationship with my parents, got a girlfriend, lost a girlfriend, went to some crazy place…”
TaeYang’s heart skipped a beat, wondering what his friend would say next.
“… Quit high school, got a GED, joined a band, went to college, died in college…” GDragon continued, referring to his grades. YG had almost put him on probation for the second time. The first time was when he had quit high school.
TaeYang looked at him curiously. “I know it wasn’t the best time of your life, but I’m curious as to what you remember from that institution?” He asked the leader.
GDragon thought a long time before responding, “I remember Umma-sshi, and the light bulb. I know I was there for a couple months. Ah, the drawing on the wall.” He furrowed his eyebrows trying to remember more. “That’s it,” he added.
TaeYang sighed and nodded. He completely blocked his memories of anything to do with the guard… He thought a moment. “Umma-sshi? Who the heck was that?” He asked.
“Ah, that lady that looked like my mother. I thought she was really nice from the moment I met her, so I called her Umma-sshi.” GDragon explained.
“Do you remember the guard?” TaeYang didn’t want to make old memories resurface, but he was curious.
“Guard?” GDragon asked confused.
“The straight jacket?” TaeYang tried again.
“I’m sad people didn’t like it…” The leader replied with a frown, referring to the writings and drawings he had made on his outfit in “OH MY FRIEND”.
TaeYang sighed; maybe it was for the best. But still, he couldn’t leave it alone. JiYong had his own ways of dealing with problems nowadays; it usually involved cuddling up to him or TOP and teasing poor SeungRi. That, or clamming up and not talking for a couple days.
“JiYong,” TaeYang told him strictly, turning to the younger man.
GDragon looked up, tilting his head to the side but not saying anything.
“You blocked your memory from it. You don’t remember that you were put in a straight jacket after the light bulb incident?” He tried, pushing it onto the younger man.
It had been a couple days later when TaeYang heard noises in the shower and went into the bathroom. GDragon was shaking violently, curled into a ball and digging his nails into his arms. He looked up to his friend, reaching out for him. “TaeYang… I remember…” He replied simply, sobbing openly.
“I remember him and I don’t want to and oh my god I can’t…” He rambled desperately.
“I’m here.” TaeYang replied, holding his friend. He reached to turn off the shower and covered his friend with a towel. “I’m here.” He repeated. He glanced to the younger man’s arm, noticing the blood pouring out. He frowned but said nothing, One issue at a time. I’ll yell at him later.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed.” He offered, pulling the leader up.
GDragon let out a shaky nod, his hair falling into his face, the shaven part hidden by wet hair.
TaeYang looked sadly at his leader, he had fallen asleep crying. He wiped away a tear from the man’s face and looked to GDragon’s arms, wrapped neatly in bandages. He was almost relieved the leader had let him wrap the cuts, a sign of mental issues having passed, at least a little.
“What happened to him?” TOP asked, peeking into the room.
TaeYang debated telling the oldest. GDragon and TOP had started dating only a couple days ago, but he looked to the helpless boy on the bed and knew telling the older man would be okay.
“TOP, come here.” He told the man, leading him to the other side of the room. TOP followed obediently and sat down as TaeYang did.
“GD was… He is going through a hard time. He uh… Back when he first started high school, he had a mental break down, pretty much. I think it’s because all these good things started happening at once and… JiYong started to question it, or something. I was never told the reason.” TaeYang started, shaking off the last sentence as if annoyed.
“But it got to a point where GDragon was desperately looking for a way to die, and he broke a light bulb to get something sharp against his skin. He woke up in a straight jacket with a guard watching him and helping him with simple tasks.” TaeYang took a breath, this was the hard part. He looked to the older man, listening intently but at the same time seeming to not believe any of it as he looked to the sleeping man on the other end of the room.
“It… turned out the guard had… sexually assaulted him… badly. He stopped eating, almost to the point he was going to faint. They took him out of the room and out of the straight jacket, and away from the guard, and he got better.” TaeYang explained.
“Why… is he reacting to this now?” TOP asked, finally looking to TaeYang.
“He blocked it from his memories. But I know he didn’t handle it properly the first time. I reminded him about it, but he panicked in the shower… which I heard is where he was… violated the most. He had been digging into his skin as if the guy was under it. I didn’t think he’d react this strongly.”
TOP didn’t know how to respond, he just moved to the bed his lover was on, pulling the blankets over himself as he pulled the smaller boy into a strong, protective hug. “I’ll protect him now.”
TaeYang smiled, “GD would be totally giddy if he heard that.” He joked.