"LEE SEUNGHYUN. GET YOUR HERE RIGHT NOW."

Seungri peeked his head up over the top of the sofa. Eye's as wide as a startled deer. Seunghyun's loud stomping foot steps were getting closer and Seungri didn't need to be Jiyong to realise that the man was getting ready to murder him.

"I'd run if I were you Ri. I'm not sure I can protect you this time." Bae called out from his perch on one of the other chairs that were turned towards the T.V.

Seungri's head flew over to his youngest hyung in hope.

"Nor me. I might end up squishing one of you accidently." At least Daesung was nice enough to glance up from his book to reply to the terrified boy.

"And this isn't the sort of matter the leader should solve. So either apologise or..." He pauses for a moment, taking into consideration of what he's hearing. "It seems he only wants to hit you a few times. Maybe just let him? Just be sure to keep your guard up so he doesn't give you a black eye."

Seungri rolled his eyes over at Jiyong who was quite content chomping on some cereal. Seungri felt a little sour that none of the hyungs would help, but he knew that maybe this time he deserved it and that there was no hiding from his punishment.

/Flashback to the night before./

"Seungri...maybe you should stop drinking. You know you can get a little fiery when you gulp down the tequila at that sort of rate."

"Dae-hyung, if that was a pun. Shame on you. We both know you can do better than that." The two men stared at each other before breaking into fits of laughter. The shattering of Daesung's 4th shot glass only causing them both to grab and claw at their ribs in a giggling struggle.

"We should really get you iron shot glasses. At least then you can bend them back into shape." That was it. That was the final comment that sent the two of the edge of the little sobered sanity they had left. Daesung fell off his chair, landing into the pile of glass. Luckily his skin was just as strong as his muscles or else he might have suffered severe cuts, but the ruined glass did no more than tickle him, causing him to roll around hysterically. Seungri stumbled off his own stool at the site of his too far-gone hyung and fell against the wall, next to one of Seunghyun's favourite paintings. He struggled to breath, snorting even, throughout his bouts of laughter.

But then one of the harmonic cheery voices had stopped laughing. When Seungri noticed that Daesung was no longer laughing, he too stopped, glancing over to his hyung in curiosity of what had ruined their giggle-fit. Daesung's shocked and wide eyes pointing directly in his direction gave him all the information he needed to know. He followed the gaze and Seungri fell upon the same sight. Instead of widening in shock however, his eyes widened in fear. During his snorting he must have accidently spat a few of flame onto the painting. There were tiny scorch marks dotted around on the neon canvas. Seungri personally thought it added a little depth to the painting but even his alcohol-addled mind realised that this was not a good thing.

He spun back towards his hyung, searching for any kind of help or assurance, possibly a way out, only to see that he had abandoned him in his worst moment to go join the hyungs in another room.

"Great. Now what?"

Now even Seungri may not be entirely all smart. But even so he realised that perhaps trying to cover the scorched marks with duct tape, was perhaps not the most subtle way of hiding his crimes. So instead he had considered that maybe just getting rid of the painting would be easier. Unfortunately when he had tried flushing the canvas down the toilet it didn't entirely fit, and Seungri had to reluctantly place it back to where it belonged. Now not only covered in duct tape, the partially wet canvas had caused half the paint to run too. Sincerely hoping that Seunghyun would never glance at the painting again.

Once satisfied that the painting couldn't possibly look any worse, he left to go follow the loud cheering noises that were originating from the neighbouring room.

/Return to present/

Well, he never claimed to be intelligent whilst drunk. And the flying invisible fist that punched him in the jaw seemed to agree.

Seungri yelped in pain and stumbled back. He rubbed his jaw lightly, already feeling a tender spot where he was sure a darkened bruise would soon appear. 'Ooh's and 'Aah's echoed from around the room as Seunghyun started to materialise. And oh boy was he mad. The oldest hyung's naturally large eyes were glaring at him, staring daggers into his chest.

Seungri was terrified. This wasn't like the usual angry Seunghyun who would let it go after some incessant teasing and embarrassment. This was something entirely different that Seungri had only been lucky enough to glimpse at from a distance before. "I'm literally so sor-" Seungri didn't even get the chance to apologise before another fist swooped towards him at an alarming speed. Seungri recalled the little titbit of advice from Jiyong earlier and held up his arms to cover his face. Just in time too, as the moment he did, he felt knuckles collide with his bare arms. It left his gut slightly unprotected however and soon a foot slammed into his ribs. The air was knocked out of him and he was left gasping for air, like he had just been drowning in the ocean. The impact caused him to lower his guard around his face and Seungri saw the incoming fist before he had time to react. He shut his eyes, preparing to brace for the pain that was about to hit. Only it never came. With his eye's still shut he could hear a slap of skin, then a deafening silence which led to the laboured breathing of his oldest hyung, as well as a groaning noise which didn't quite sound deep enough to belong to Seunghyun.

Slowly he peeked open one of his eyes to see the shadow of a tall muscled figure standing in front of him. He opened his other eye, and noticed a slight shimmer distorting the image between him and the figure. With a flick of Youngbae's wrist (who was still infatuated with the T.V and apparently hadn't even glanced at the fight) it disapperated and Seungri was thankful to see Daesung was the one stood before him, and that his hand was slightly enclosing Seunghyun's fist. Both him and Youngbae had saved him from getting beaten black and blue. And boy was he grateful.

"I think that's enough hyung..." Daesung's normally strong voice carried a wave of uncertainty and fear in it. Ironic seeing as he was literally the most powerful one here. Any man who would try to cross fists with Daesung wouldn't just be left battered and bruised but practically broken and possibly even dead. Seungri was more than glad that Daesung was such an angel and didn't gold a temper or ever get angry, and was instead kind and protective. Seungri knew it had saved his on more than one occasion on one of his drunken nights out.

Seunghyun stepped back, away from the protective Daesung and shivering Seungri to stomp off angrily to another room in order to calm down. Jiyong dropped his half-finished bowl of cereal onto the table and followed after him, murmuring something of how difficult Seunghyun is to soothe when he's like this.

Seungri was still slightly in shock as he felt Daesung's strong hand's lift him clear off the sofa to pull him into a princess carry. He winced at the pain that Seunghyun had dealt to his ribs and Daesung nearly dropped him, fearing that he was holding on to the boy a tad too tight. Seungri's arms shot out around Daesung's neck. He didn't want to get dropped. A breathy chuckle  reverberated from across the room, where Youngbae had finally removed his attention from the T.V to the sight of the two dongsaeng's before him. Seungri looked up to see Daesung grinning just as widely as Youngbae.

If Seungri wasn't so exhausted or hurt from the short beating before he would have been tempted to set both their eye-brows on fire. A small revenge for not saving him immediately and allow Seunghyun to get a few hits in, as well as laughing at him in this vulnerable state. Instead he allowed himself to be carried towards the bathroom like a child, so he could get patched up by his now-favourite hyung. The echo of Youngbae's chuckling could still be heard in the background on their way to the bathroom.

As Daesung set him down on the edge of the bath and removed his top to see where the damage was done, Seungri couldn't help but recall something from the night before.

"Why didn't you help sooner? It's practically your fault that I set the painting on fire anyway. You just left me alone."

Daesung smirked. It wasn't innocent like he was used to, it had a dangerous feel to it. "Because Seunghyun-ah, if both of us were in trouble then there would be no one to save you from getting hit." Seungri couldn't help but think that perhaps this hyung was slyer than

"But Bae-hyung-"

"Bae-hyung only put up the force-field when I threw my phone at him when you got kicked." For a second his expression darkened, before putting a reassuring smile back on his face, somewhat unconfidently. "I think I missed though."

Suddenly the sound of the mysterious groaning noise and Daesung's comment clicked in his pain-addled brain and Seungri winced.

After he got patched up he would go check on his hyung and perhaps offer to make food tonight, as well as call the nearest hospital if it was needed. Right now, their murderous oldest hyung was the least of anyone's concerns.