[CONTENTID1]Hyung[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]“Hyung, can I talk to you?”

“There has been this girl…”

“Hyung, I am confused.”

“Hyung, did you know girls were this cunning?”

“Hyung, why do I never find the one who understands me?”

“Hyung, see. I told you I will get her.”

Hyung, hyung, hyung!

Jiyong was sick and tired of hearing about Seungri’s playboy adventures.

He was done, finished, over.

Seungri has been polluting Jiyong’s ears with all that nonsense for as long as he could remember. Jiyong hated it. A certain uneasy dark feeling invaded his heart each time Seungri thought it was okay to blabber about his relationships.

“I am not your freaking psychologist, stop talking me about your dating problems!” Jiyong shouted one day interrupting Seungri in the middle of his storytelling.

Seungri looked at him with a startled look as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard. But Jiyong’s voice was too loud and venom filled to be ignored.

“I am sorry hyung.” Seungri mumbled quietly before leaving.

And just like that, Seungri stopped talking to him about them. He retreated from Jiyong and locked himself in his mind castle where no one can reach him.

Everyone thought Seungri was only carefree and cheerful. He was in some way but he had a deep dark mind that even Jiyong found trouble reading. He couldn’t, for the life of him, understand what was going on in Seungri’s head.

Sometimes he will act like Jiyong was his favourite hyung, and others he would just toss him out as if he was nothing.

Maybe Jiyong was indeed nothing. Seungri certainly didn’t have the same feelings Jiyong held for him. At least not in the se