When chance grants wishes, one can either let them pass by or run with them. 

Hwayoung had been gone for nearly two years - safe in Seoul with her new family and gone from Facility 78 completely - when the first raids started. Waves and waves of communist freedom fighters storming against the complex. He was happy that Hwayoung wasn't there to get caught in the crossfire, especially when he smelt the blood of researchers or nurses that he had gotten familiar with (meaning been the subject of). There were blood splatters all across his maze when they finally released him from his confinement and back out into the testing arena. 

He would take long moments to stare at the blood, day by day turning black and fading away. The concrete was falling off the walls, the rebar inside rusting with exposure. The braces across his chest were scratched and feathery. 

It was all decay, all of it.

Including him.

The communist fighters were pushed back and rebuked, the scientists whispering of Americans when operating on him. They would not get close again, they had been assured - the fighters will not reutrn. You will not have to fight. You will not have to die, you should not die. You will be kept safe and secure. Continue as scheduled and produce your results. There will be no further interruptions.

That night, the screaming of the Human Ward resumed. 

Seungri smelled like thousands of perfumes and looked like glitter when he came home. Who knows what strip club he'd been burning money at, where he'd been and with whom. Not to mention the unmistakeable scent of that clung to his clothes and his skin. 

Daesung wasn't fond of the smell. 

"Did a stripper puke on you?" Seunghyun teased, chuckling. "Or did she get a friend to help?"

"Two friends." Seungri snarked back.

"Take a shower! You're gross!" Jiyong called from three rooms away and through a closed door.

"How would you know?!" Seungri yelled back.

"It's not like you don't smell like this every night!"

Seungri caught Daesung staring and winked, blowing a kiss. "Don't worry, hyung. I've got no problem setting you up with a girl."

Daesung didn't answer, simply watched with a neutral expression as Seungri went into the back rooms to shower, Seunghyun decided it was getting late and he wanted to go home. Yongbae was cutting up vegetables to take with him for lunch tomorrow at their dance practise/recording session.

Daesung silently got himself ready for bed, leaving the light on low so Seungri could see where he was going when he came into their shared room but dark enough to sleep. He wasn't asleep when Seungri came in, freshly clean and free of the stench of depravity. He wasn't asleep when Seungri changed into nightclothes and got into their shared queen bed, sprawling out as he normally did, ankle touching his bare shin. 

Heat flared in his eyes and reached like a spilling lake to the beginning of his neck, where it met his skull and pooled. 

Touching Seungri was always agonizing.

Daesung didn't sleep.