In the Wrong Epilogue
Title: "In the Wrong" Epilogue
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/a smidge of Fluff.
Warning: Mild swearing, some language not suitable for children. Hell this whole fic isn't suitable for children.
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
A/N: I hope no one is offended with my reference to the recent tragedy of the sunken warship in South Korea. I only included it because I am actually very worried for all of Korea should a war break out. All the guys are old enough to be drafted into the army now. I can only hope that a war does not break out because they have not had nearly enough peace between North and South Korea.
Anyways, sorry for the super serious political statement! I hope you all feel…complete?…with the epilogue. I included some ToDae for everyone. Sorry, but I had to send Bae away to “visit his family” cause I just couldn’t justify an entirely new pairing with a new character, but I didn’t want him to be alone when everyone else was getting it on! So, pretend he had some mile high club action with a sexy K-Pop idol of your choosing on the flight home. ;)
Thanks so much for reading!!! Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
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A door slammed somewhere in the distance. It’s power rattled all the others in their frames and Daesung shot up in bed.
“They’re fighting again.” He whispered into the darkness. A glance at the clock said it was well into what could be easily classified as ‘to late to be awake/way to damn early to be up’. He heard someone sigh loudly just beyond his door. He was seconds from standing up to comfort whomever had been left behind when a large hand gripped his bicep and pulled him back down into warm arms.
“Don’t.” Seunghyun’s breath skimmed over his collarbone and he smiled. “They’ll get over it. They always do.”
Softer than he knew possible from such a rough rapper, he felt lips flutter at his temple. He’d known what love felt like, but he’d never known the simple pleasures life could be filled with when he handed his heart away. Seunghyun hadn’t taken him in his arms and kissed the life out of him. He hadn’t confessed his epic love on a rooftop or written a song dedicated entirely to him. Instead, he’d sat next to him in the van and gone shopping on their off days. He’d taken him to dinner and a movie and bought him ice cream. He’d played video games and helped him practice his gags. He’d smiled and been there for him so much until the point where his constant presence became a necessity. When they’d finally kissed, it felt as natural as breathing.
And Daesung found that he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Lightly he laid his head on a firm chest and snuggled his boyfriend. He knew Seungri and Jiyong were probably trying to hold their relationship together with failing patches and band aids, but with a lover curled next to him, he could only grasp onto that happiness and fall asleep. Seunghyun was right.
They would find a way to fix whatever they had fought about this time. They always did.
~*~
Jiyong stared at the door he’d just slammed and immediately wanted to slap himself.
Not again.
No matter how many times he promised himself he would be better and try harder, he still managed to hurt, damage, push and storm off whenever life got to be too much. Normally it wouldn’t bother him as much, but lately it had all been directed at Seungri with out a break. He could feel their peace waxing and waning as the days went by, but the maknae still stood by him. Even when he threw hurtful lies and petty insults at him.
The public was in shock over the sunken warship and every eligible male in the country found themselves on pin and needles. He knew how likely he was to be drafted if war broke out. He was so much closer to his army time than the younger boy. Seungri just couldn’t understand.
So he pushed harder and sneered more. He was thankful Youngbae was away visiting his family because the sideways looks from ToDae was more than enough to make him feel like shit on a constant basis. Still, Seungri slid into his bed every night and held his shaking hands until the both fell asleep. Jiyong knew it was selfish to accept comfort without telling his lover exactly why he was comforting him.
Seungri just stood strong and took every word with lidded eyes. Sometimes he would walk away to his haven on the roof, but mostly he just stared back until Jiyong ran out of things to taunt him about. But this time…this time had been different. He’d been watching the news tensely with words of foreign support and possible American warships being sent when the boy had sat next to him and kissed his cheek. That’s all it took for panic to shoot through his veins. How would he go on with out Seungri if he was sent to fight? What if he didn’t come back. He wasn’t trained! He’d spent most of his life in YG’s dorms and dance practice rooms for God’s sakes! What if. What if. What if. His mind pulled itself in ten thousand directions and he pushed Seungri away roughly.
“Damnit, Ri! I’m watching the news. Can’t you go bother someone else and leave me alone?” He almost winced at his own words. They hit home in the boy and he stood from the couch silently. Every fucking thing he did lately was silent. He woke up and ate by himself, read, walked to the roof, watched TV quietly, finished his schedules with a minimum of talking and then slid into bed and gave wordless comfort to his rapidly deteriorating boyfriend. Had he had more of a mind focused on Seungri instead of his own looming fate he might have noticed the change. Instead, he stood with the boy and sneered before grabbing onto any fault he could in an attempt to distract from the news blaring out of the set.
“What? You always have something to say!” He took a step closer in an attempt to start a conflict. Something. Anything. Just to stop the constant thoughts clouding his mind. “Always talking nonsense when the cameras are around! You don’t have anything to say when it’s just us? Come on, Ri. Say someth-”
“I love you.” Jiyong stopped in mid-sentence and stared wide eyed. Seungri’s fists were clenched and his eyes narrowed. He looked pissed. So much like the old Ri that it nearly made him forget that they were arguing. “You fucking bastard, I LOVE YOU!” He took a step closer and brought then nose to nose.
“I know you want me to yell and push back so you have some reason to be such an asshole, but I’m not going to. I’m not going to help you sabotage our happiness.”
He’d stood in near shock before storming away in a fit of misplaced rage. That little brat. Always thinking he knew more than everyone else. It’s not like he was right or anything…right?
Jiyong shook his head and pushed away their argument. Because no amount of mere analyzing would move him from the outside hallway or Seungri from the kitchen where he was no doubt making tea to calm himself down. He steeled him self for a conversation that would lead somewhere deeper than he would have liked and pushed back into the apartment. The silence hit him full force and he was shocked to see all the lights off. Just how long had he been standing outside?
A light shone from under the crack of Seungri’s room and he breathed in deeply. At least he was still awake. He shuffled across the carpet and pretended he wasn’t dreading their conversation. The sudden change from darkness to light blinded him for a moment before he was hit square in the gut with the scene unfolding on the bed. Seungri walked with steady steps to the dresser and back to the bed. Things were folded nicely, but quickly into a rolling bag. His favorite pillow was under his coat and his keys and phone lay ready to be grabbed near the door.
He was packing.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Stupid, Jiyong, stupid! Seungri didn’t even turn around to see who was at his door. He stooped to scoop up his favorite shoes and for a moment Jiyong thought he hadn’t heard him. The only indication he gave was the less than gentle way he haphazardly tossed them into the bag.
“Are you going somewhere?” Deodorant and hair gel flew across the room and landed in a pile on the bed. Jiyong watched their progress with his eyes. Maybe he was just getting a head start on their next schedule?
“We don’t leave for Japan for weeks…” A sweater made a suicide dive behind the bed as Seungri blindly threw it over his shaking shoulder. Logically, Jiyong knew it wasn’t from him crying so much as carefully controlled rage. He took a step into the room and shut the door behind him. Softly he called out to his lover.
“Ri?” A crash resounded from the closet and Seungri emerged with a sock in one hand and a pair of skinny jeans draped over his shoulder. He flung them into the suitcase with more force than necessary before spinning to face the leader.
“I’m not going to do this, Jiyong.”
“Huh? Do what?” Smooth. Everyone in the entire country could have told him that was a bad choice of words. Seungri’s jaw clenched and his expression grew darker with annoyance. Roughly he zipped the bag closed and pulled it onto the floor.
“Pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going on. You know that I’m leaving.” Once the words hit the air they drove his brain to places it hadn’t been in so long. He couldn’t leave. He was always there. To snuggle, love, fight and play with. Even when they fought it was always Jiyong that left in a huff while Seungri sat on the roof or drank tea in the living room and waited for him to come home. His breath came in short gasps as Seungri scooped up his jacket and took the three steps to his keys.
“You can’t!” No, that was not his voice that sounded so hysterical. It couldn’t have been. Kwon Jiyong did not do hysterical. But still Seungri stood at the foot of his bed with a packed bag in his hand and a closed expression.
“And I know you’re not going to stop me. Because that would be taking a positive step in your life and you can’t handle that, can you?” The keys jingled and something slid free from the solid black mass that surrounded his heart and mind. It thudded and pulled and begged him do something. Do anything to stop this boy from walking away again.
The scene felt so detestably familiar that he had a sudden urge to drop to his knees and plead for forgiveness again. But the solid look in his eyes told him that nothing short of perfect honesty would save their breaking relationship.
“Please don’t go.” He leaned all his body weight against the door even though they both knew there was no way he could possibly overpower the younger boy. “At least not until we talk.”
~*~
They sat silently in the kitchen with full glasses of tea and no words to share between the two of them. Seungri tapped his foot on the floor every so often to remind the older boy that this was the last of all chances. It was not lost on Jiyong just how much lay on his shoulders. Not just his happiness was at stake anymore. If Seungri left, then the whole group would suffer. Eventually they might all get over it, but it would never be the same. He would never be the same. Lightly he lay his hand flat on the table space between their cups and swore on everything he held dear he wouldn’t let his love, his life, down this time.
“I know I should have something profound to say to stop you from leaving, but I don’t.” To his credit, the maknae didn’t look the least bit surprised. He glanced up from his teacup and held a steady gaze. He wished he’d noticed when Seungri had grown up so much. “I can’t only tell you that I’m scared.”
A flash of something shot through his eyes, but his body remained still. Jiyong knew that wouldn’t be enough to get him to stay. He sighed and grabbed the other’s hand tightly. His eyes drooped in earnestness and he prepared himself to speak the absolute truth to someone so important. It was scarier than any stage he’d ever been on, because if he failed…well he didn’t know what else there would be left for him after that.
“I’m so fucking scared because our nation might go to war and I might have to leave you. I’ve been taking it out on you because…well because you never fight back. I know that’s not an excuse and I should take more care with you, but I don’t know how to handle this. I was never prepared to handle any of this!” His voice rose to a panicked pitch until he felt a light squeeze on his hand. Seungri was not smiling, but he was leaning forward in his chair. Jiyong took this as a sign to continue.
“I don’t know what will happen in the future. But I know that whatever does happen won’t be worth anything to me if you’re not there. I can’t say anything else other than that I really really want to you stay and, ” He felt tears building up in his eyes “I really fucking love you.”
Jiyong felt the air whoosh past his head before his back connected with the ground. Stars flew up in his eyes and he though he might have been dreaming because Seungri was pressed against his chest. Soft kisses were pressed to his jaw line and strong arms held him tightly.
“Say it again.” His voice was strangled and Jiyong felt amiss for never stating his love before. He just assumed all along, that the maknae knew he was his whole world. It had never occurred to him to actually say it out loud. But with the warm scent of tea in the air and his boy pressed to his chest he felt his whole body swell up with a resounding feeling of hope and change and love and couldn’t help but comply with his request.
“I love you.” He kissed Seungri back and smiled up at his hopeful eyes. “I love you more than my own life.”
A smile lit up his face and he set in anew at proving his love to this boy that had changed everything. Seungri seemed to come back to his mind and tried to put a minuscule distance between them. Jiyong refused and pulled him tighter with kisses and Seungri-starved arms.
“We can’t keep doing this, Jiyong. We both have to change if we want this to work.” He nodded against fierce kisses to his throat. “You’re going to have to actually tell me what’s bothering you, and I’m going to stand up for myself.”
“Uh ha.” He rolled the maknae to his back and whipped their shirts off in record time. Seungri laughed for the first time in weeks.
“I’m serious!” Jiyong stilled all movements and looked down at the beautiful boy he could call his. Softly, he bushed his hand across his heart.
“I know.” And they both knew that he understood how serious the situation had been. Never in his life had he been so scared as seeing a packed bag and furiously broken eyes. He hadn’t realized it until just that moment that his life had forever shifted. Never again would he be able to watch the maknae sit alone in pain or stare back silently as he was berated. Because every time he saw those eyes, he saw the only important thing in his whole life…leaving him forever. He would not let that happen. Not to Seungri. His eyes softened and he smiled the same smitten grin he always held while gazing at the maknae. “My Seungri.”
Seungri closed his eyes in happiness and smiled back.
“Tell me again.”
Jiyong smirked before leaning down. Tell him? Oh he would do more than just tell him.
“I.”
He rolled his hand down a smooth chest.
“Love”
A button flicked.
“You.”
A gasp and hips thrust upwards.
“Forever.”
Seungri writhed against him as he held on tightly.
Forever. He vowed to spend the rest of his forever making Seungri understand just how much he was willing to do to make him feel his ‘I love you’s’.
Seungri leaned up and captured him in a kiss that shook his body. As he leaned back down and gasped again, Jiyong fell captivated at his luck. He might hurt him in the future, but he would never ever again let him doubt how much he was loved and cherished.
Not for one single second.
As they gasped and signed and writhed together, he realized he really, really meant it.
~*~
The sun had risen high in the sky before anyone dared to wander from their rooms. Daesung sniffed at the subtle scent of tea hanging in the air and smiled.
“Yum! Someone made breakfast!”
Happily he rolled out of bed and made his way down the hall to claim some of it for himself. Seunghyun watched him go with a heavy heart. Poor boy. He still didn’t get it. Never ever under any circumstances, leave the room before 2pm after Seungri and Jiyong had been fighting. It never ended well.
“Ew!” Daesung’s voice rose over their entwined bodies. “Hyung! We eat in here!”
Seunghyun grunted and pulled the blanket over his head. Daesung just never learned.
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And that was the end!!! I hope you liked it! Thanks for sticking with it for so long!!
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/a smidge of Fluff.
Warning: Mild swearing, some language not suitable for children. Hell this whole fic isn't suitable for children.
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
A/N: I hope no one is offended with my reference to the recent tragedy of the sunken warship in South Korea. I only included it because I am actually very worried for all of Korea should a war break out. All the guys are old enough to be drafted into the army now. I can only hope that a war does not break out because they have not had nearly enough peace between North and South Korea.
Anyways, sorry for the super serious political statement! I hope you all feel…complete?…with the epilogue. I included some ToDae for everyone. Sorry, but I had to send Bae away to “visit his family” cause I just couldn’t justify an entirely new pairing with a new character, but I didn’t want him to be alone when everyone else was getting it on! So, pretend he had some mile high club action with a sexy K-Pop idol of your choosing on the flight home. ;)
Thanks so much for reading!!! Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
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A door slammed somewhere in the distance. It’s power rattled all the others in their frames and Daesung shot up in bed.
“They’re fighting again.” He whispered into the darkness. A glance at the clock said it was well into what could be easily classified as ‘to late to be awake/way to damn early to be up’. He heard someone sigh loudly just beyond his door. He was seconds from standing up to comfort whomever had been left behind when a large hand gripped his bicep and pulled him back down into warm arms.
“Don’t.” Seunghyun’s breath skimmed over his collarbone and he smiled. “They’ll get over it. They always do.”
Softer than he knew possible from such a rough rapper, he felt lips flutter at his temple. He’d known what love felt like, but he’d never known the simple pleasures life could be filled with when he handed his heart away. Seunghyun hadn’t taken him in his arms and kissed the life out of him. He hadn’t confessed his epic love on a rooftop or written a song dedicated entirely to him. Instead, he’d sat next to him in the van and gone shopping on their off days. He’d taken him to dinner and a movie and bought him ice cream. He’d played video games and helped him practice his gags. He’d smiled and been there for him so much until the point where his constant presence became a necessity. When they’d finally kissed, it felt as natural as breathing.
And Daesung found that he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Lightly he laid his head on a firm chest and snuggled his boyfriend. He knew Seungri and Jiyong were probably trying to hold their relationship together with failing patches and band aids, but with a lover curled next to him, he could only grasp onto that happiness and fall asleep. Seunghyun was right.
They would find a way to fix whatever they had fought about this time. They always did.
~*~
Jiyong stared at the door he’d just slammed and immediately wanted to slap himself.
Not again.
No matter how many times he promised himself he would be better and try harder, he still managed to hurt, damage, push and storm off whenever life got to be too much. Normally it wouldn’t bother him as much, but lately it had all been directed at Seungri with out a break. He could feel their peace waxing and waning as the days went by, but the maknae still stood by him. Even when he threw hurtful lies and petty insults at him.
The public was in shock over the sunken warship and every eligible male in the country found themselves on pin and needles. He knew how likely he was to be drafted if war broke out. He was so much closer to his army time than the younger boy. Seungri just couldn’t understand.
So he pushed harder and sneered more. He was thankful Youngbae was away visiting his family because the sideways looks from ToDae was more than enough to make him feel like shit on a constant basis. Still, Seungri slid into his bed every night and held his shaking hands until the both fell asleep. Jiyong knew it was selfish to accept comfort without telling his lover exactly why he was comforting him.
Seungri just stood strong and took every word with lidded eyes. Sometimes he would walk away to his haven on the roof, but mostly he just stared back until Jiyong ran out of things to taunt him about. But this time…this time had been different. He’d been watching the news tensely with words of foreign support and possible American warships being sent when the boy had sat next to him and kissed his cheek. That’s all it took for panic to shoot through his veins. How would he go on with out Seungri if he was sent to fight? What if he didn’t come back. He wasn’t trained! He’d spent most of his life in YG’s dorms and dance practice rooms for God’s sakes! What if. What if. What if. His mind pulled itself in ten thousand directions and he pushed Seungri away roughly.
“Damnit, Ri! I’m watching the news. Can’t you go bother someone else and leave me alone?” He almost winced at his own words. They hit home in the boy and he stood from the couch silently. Every fucking thing he did lately was silent. He woke up and ate by himself, read, walked to the roof, watched TV quietly, finished his schedules with a minimum of talking and then slid into bed and gave wordless comfort to his rapidly deteriorating boyfriend. Had he had more of a mind focused on Seungri instead of his own looming fate he might have noticed the change. Instead, he stood with the boy and sneered before grabbing onto any fault he could in an attempt to distract from the news blaring out of the set.
“What? You always have something to say!” He took a step closer in an attempt to start a conflict. Something. Anything. Just to stop the constant thoughts clouding his mind. “Always talking nonsense when the cameras are around! You don’t have anything to say when it’s just us? Come on, Ri. Say someth-”
“I love you.” Jiyong stopped in mid-sentence and stared wide eyed. Seungri’s fists were clenched and his eyes narrowed. He looked pissed. So much like the old Ri that it nearly made him forget that they were arguing. “You fucking bastard, I LOVE YOU!” He took a step closer and brought then nose to nose.
“I know you want me to yell and push back so you have some reason to be such an asshole, but I’m not going to. I’m not going to help you sabotage our happiness.”
He’d stood in near shock before storming away in a fit of misplaced rage. That little brat. Always thinking he knew more than everyone else. It’s not like he was right or anything…right?
Jiyong shook his head and pushed away their argument. Because no amount of mere analyzing would move him from the outside hallway or Seungri from the kitchen where he was no doubt making tea to calm himself down. He steeled him self for a conversation that would lead somewhere deeper than he would have liked and pushed back into the apartment. The silence hit him full force and he was shocked to see all the lights off. Just how long had he been standing outside?
A light shone from under the crack of Seungri’s room and he breathed in deeply. At least he was still awake. He shuffled across the carpet and pretended he wasn’t dreading their conversation. The sudden change from darkness to light blinded him for a moment before he was hit square in the gut with the scene unfolding on the bed. Seungri walked with steady steps to the dresser and back to the bed. Things were folded nicely, but quickly into a rolling bag. His favorite pillow was under his coat and his keys and phone lay ready to be grabbed near the door.
He was packing.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Stupid, Jiyong, stupid! Seungri didn’t even turn around to see who was at his door. He stooped to scoop up his favorite shoes and for a moment Jiyong thought he hadn’t heard him. The only indication he gave was the less than gentle way he haphazardly tossed them into the bag.
“Are you going somewhere?” Deodorant and hair gel flew across the room and landed in a pile on the bed. Jiyong watched their progress with his eyes. Maybe he was just getting a head start on their next schedule?
“We don’t leave for Japan for weeks…” A sweater made a suicide dive behind the bed as Seungri blindly threw it over his shaking shoulder. Logically, Jiyong knew it wasn’t from him crying so much as carefully controlled rage. He took a step into the room and shut the door behind him. Softly he called out to his lover.
“Ri?” A crash resounded from the closet and Seungri emerged with a sock in one hand and a pair of skinny jeans draped over his shoulder. He flung them into the suitcase with more force than necessary before spinning to face the leader.
“I’m not going to do this, Jiyong.”
“Huh? Do what?” Smooth. Everyone in the entire country could have told him that was a bad choice of words. Seungri’s jaw clenched and his expression grew darker with annoyance. Roughly he zipped the bag closed and pulled it onto the floor.
“Pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going on. You know that I’m leaving.” Once the words hit the air they drove his brain to places it hadn’t been in so long. He couldn’t leave. He was always there. To snuggle, love, fight and play with. Even when they fought it was always Jiyong that left in a huff while Seungri sat on the roof or drank tea in the living room and waited for him to come home. His breath came in short gasps as Seungri scooped up his jacket and took the three steps to his keys.
“You can’t!” No, that was not his voice that sounded so hysterical. It couldn’t have been. Kwon Jiyong did not do hysterical. But still Seungri stood at the foot of his bed with a packed bag in his hand and a closed expression.
“And I know you’re not going to stop me. Because that would be taking a positive step in your life and you can’t handle that, can you?” The keys jingled and something slid free from the solid black mass that surrounded his heart and mind. It thudded and pulled and begged him do something. Do anything to stop this boy from walking away again.
The scene felt so detestably familiar that he had a sudden urge to drop to his knees and plead for forgiveness again. But the solid look in his eyes told him that nothing short of perfect honesty would save their breaking relationship.
“Please don’t go.” He leaned all his body weight against the door even though they both knew there was no way he could possibly overpower the younger boy. “At least not until we talk.”
~*~
They sat silently in the kitchen with full glasses of tea and no words to share between the two of them. Seungri tapped his foot on the floor every so often to remind the older boy that this was the last of all chances. It was not lost on Jiyong just how much lay on his shoulders. Not just his happiness was at stake anymore. If Seungri left, then the whole group would suffer. Eventually they might all get over it, but it would never be the same. He would never be the same. Lightly he lay his hand flat on the table space between their cups and swore on everything he held dear he wouldn’t let his love, his life, down this time.
“I know I should have something profound to say to stop you from leaving, but I don’t.” To his credit, the maknae didn’t look the least bit surprised. He glanced up from his teacup and held a steady gaze. He wished he’d noticed when Seungri had grown up so much. “I can’t only tell you that I’m scared.”
A flash of something shot through his eyes, but his body remained still. Jiyong knew that wouldn’t be enough to get him to stay. He sighed and grabbed the other’s hand tightly. His eyes drooped in earnestness and he prepared himself to speak the absolute truth to someone so important. It was scarier than any stage he’d ever been on, because if he failed…well he didn’t know what else there would be left for him after that.
“I’m so fucking scared because our nation might go to war and I might have to leave you. I’ve been taking it out on you because…well because you never fight back. I know that’s not an excuse and I should take more care with you, but I don’t know how to handle this. I was never prepared to handle any of this!” His voice rose to a panicked pitch until he felt a light squeeze on his hand. Seungri was not smiling, but he was leaning forward in his chair. Jiyong took this as a sign to continue.
“I don’t know what will happen in the future. But I know that whatever does happen won’t be worth anything to me if you’re not there. I can’t say anything else other than that I really really want to you stay and, ” He felt tears building up in his eyes “I really fucking love you.”
Jiyong felt the air whoosh past his head before his back connected with the ground. Stars flew up in his eyes and he though he might have been dreaming because Seungri was pressed against his chest. Soft kisses were pressed to his jaw line and strong arms held him tightly.
“Say it again.” His voice was strangled and Jiyong felt amiss for never stating his love before. He just assumed all along, that the maknae knew he was his whole world. It had never occurred to him to actually say it out loud. But with the warm scent of tea in the air and his boy pressed to his chest he felt his whole body swell up with a resounding feeling of hope and change and love and couldn’t help but comply with his request.
“I love you.” He kissed Seungri back and smiled up at his hopeful eyes. “I love you more than my own life.”
A smile lit up his face and he set in anew at proving his love to this boy that had changed everything. Seungri seemed to come back to his mind and tried to put a minuscule distance between them. Jiyong refused and pulled him tighter with kisses and Seungri-starved arms.
“We can’t keep doing this, Jiyong. We both have to change if we want this to work.” He nodded against fierce kisses to his throat. “You’re going to have to actually tell me what’s bothering you, and I’m going to stand up for myself.”
“Uh ha.” He rolled the maknae to his back and whipped their shirts off in record time. Seungri laughed for the first time in weeks.
“I’m serious!” Jiyong stilled all movements and looked down at the beautiful boy he could call his. Softly, he bushed his hand across his heart.
“I know.” And they both knew that he understood how serious the situation had been. Never in his life had he been so scared as seeing a packed bag and furiously broken eyes. He hadn’t realized it until just that moment that his life had forever shifted. Never again would he be able to watch the maknae sit alone in pain or stare back silently as he was berated. Because every time he saw those eyes, he saw the only important thing in his whole life…leaving him forever. He would not let that happen. Not to Seungri. His eyes softened and he smiled the same smitten grin he always held while gazing at the maknae. “My Seungri.”
Seungri closed his eyes in happiness and smiled back.
“Tell me again.”
Jiyong smirked before leaning down. Tell him? Oh he would do more than just tell him.
“I.”
He rolled his hand down a smooth chest.
“Love”
A button flicked.
“You.”
A gasp and hips thrust upwards.
“Forever.”
Seungri writhed against him as he held on tightly.
Forever. He vowed to spend the rest of his forever making Seungri understand just how much he was willing to do to make him feel his ‘I love you’s’.
Seungri leaned up and captured him in a kiss that shook his body. As he leaned back down and gasped again, Jiyong fell captivated at his luck. He might hurt him in the future, but he would never ever again let him doubt how much he was loved and cherished.
Not for one single second.
As they gasped and signed and writhed together, he realized he really, really meant it.
~*~
The sun had risen high in the sky before anyone dared to wander from their rooms. Daesung sniffed at the subtle scent of tea hanging in the air and smiled.
“Yum! Someone made breakfast!”
Happily he rolled out of bed and made his way down the hall to claim some of it for himself. Seunghyun watched him go with a heavy heart. Poor boy. He still didn’t get it. Never ever under any circumstances, leave the room before 2pm after Seungri and Jiyong had been fighting. It never ended well.
“Ew!” Daesung’s voice rose over their entwined bodies. “Hyung! We eat in here!”
Seunghyun grunted and pulled the blanket over his head. Daesung just never learned.
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And that was the end!!! I hope you liked it! Thanks for sticking with it for so long!!