Jiyong wanted to cry, never had he been so embarrassed in his life. How could he make a mistake like that while preforming live? Though he was able to recover like any professional would, he knew he messed up. If there was anything Jiyong hated more than people saying Seungri couldn’t sing, it was messing up after countless practices. How could he be so stupid?

Seunghyun watched Jiyong brood in the corner of the couch in his living room. They had opted to come back to his place after the performance to relax and spend time together but Jiyong was too busy sulking and hating himself to even pay him any attention. Seunghyun felt a strong desire to fix it.

“Jiyong, you didn’t mess up that bad. I bet no one even noticed.” He flinched when Jiyong’s glare was sent his way. Jiyong might be smaller, younger, and cuter, but his glare was lethal. Especially when he meant it.

“They didn’t notice? You obviously didn’t read any of the comments.”

Seunghyun groaned as though the glare had no effect, and moved to sit on the couch with his moody partner. He placed his arm behind Jiyong on the cushion and squeezed his shoulder. “You want me to fix it for you?”

Jiyong looked at Seunghyun skeptically before scoffing and looking forward. “If you could rewind time then yeah, be my guest.”

“We both know I would if I could, but time isn’t something not even I can control.” Seunghyun moved close enough so that his lips were barely caressing Jiyong’s neck and his hand gently gripped Jiyong through his jeans. It wasn’t the mistake he wanted to fix.

“Then what are you—” Jiyong was cut short as a moan left his lips. Seunghyun knew all the right places to when it came to Jiyong, between the crease of his neck and jaw.

“I was talking about fixing something else.”

Thoughts of the earlier performance fled from Jiyong’s mind as Seunghyun harder on his neck and his hand moved to unbuckle his jeans. “Seunghyun, you—”

 Seunghyun gave a to the newly formed hickey and he removed his hands from Jiyong’s jeans. He stood from his seat on the couch and nearly lost it at the look of disbelief on his leaders face.

“What the hell?”

“Come on,” Seunghyun grabbed hold of Jiyong and pulled him from the couch. His lips smashing onto Jiyong’s in a passionate kiss. The shorter boy moaned as Seunghyun parted his lips with his tong and explored the cave that he had explored so many times before. “Let me fix it”