Jiyong saw his Seunghyun Hyung was sitting by the window. Slowly but sure, his steps moved towards the older rapper in the group. From afar, Jiyong could see his lips curved upward, smiling to his phone screen. Closing the distance, he finally saw what made his Hyung smiling: a silly picture of Daesung. The vocalist was making faces then sending the picture to the oldest member of Bigbang.

"He's beautiful, right?" Seunghyun tilted up his head, meeting Jiyong's gaze. Ji's lips curved up. An arm sneaked into Seunghyun's shoulder and he squeezed the older man's right shoulder a bit tight.

"Don't you have to redefine your definition of beautiful, Hyung? If your definition of beautiful is Daesung."

Ignoring the younger, Seunghyun spoke more, "I miss him," the older man said. "Like, how can I miss him more and more everyday? Every time we call each other, I thought it will lessen my heartache, the longing feeling for him, but it just worsens." Seunghyun leaned on Ji's chest and the younger threaded his fingers into Seunghyun's black locks. "Is he okay, Ji? Is he okay without me?"

"You're dramatizing all of this, Hyung," A chuckle escaped from Ji's mouth. "And Daesung isn't better. I mean, he's doing well with his own activities but he would ask around, to whomever, including me, about you. Well, since I am the one who is able to visit you regularly."

"Is that so..." Seunghyun's voice muffled into Jiyong's chest.

"Apparently ou