“You’re so goddamned infuriating, you get under my nerves! Why do I even put up with you when I can't stand you?!”

Yes, Jiyong thinks. The lightning flash of hurt, almost terror, in Seungri’s eyes at his stinging words is exactly what can satiate his famished creativity. He doesn’t completely mean any of what he says, but words are just words and Jiyong likes to think that he is a master of them.

Seungri clenches and unclenches his jaw, obviously trying to rear the tears in, and Jiyong can see the shapeless inky mass of forming lyrics becoming defined and harsh in his mind’s eye. The words shuffle around, composing vague stanzas, as he absorbs the stunning sight of Seungri, Seungri’s trembling lips and Seungri’s creased eyebrows. Vulnerable. Enraged. Hurt.  

“I’m sorry.” Seungri’s voice quavers, sounding like a child alone and trembling in a dark alleyway.

Also sounding like a discordant melody that would fit quite nicely with the lyrics.

“Sorry doesn’t do anything. It’s useless, like you.” Jiyong has to layer a pretence of calculating coldness over the excitement of all these ideas coming together inside of him. “All you do is say sorry and cry.”

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