Seungri has always wondered if Kwon Jiyong is a god–

Not an all-holy, all-loving god emerging from a backdrop of white light, but a god who exudes swagger in tidal waves, red like fire, eyes razor sharp, voice penetratingly hypnotic, presence commanding – demanding – without even trying, with the power to weaken knees, elicit screams and stop hearts just by being.

–Maybe devil is a more fitting word.

Whatever he is, Seungri worships him anyway. To the outside, it may seem like Jiyong is the one who can never get enough of him, but Seungri knows in his heart that from the very beginning, from the very first moment of being in the presence of the then-teenager, he was starstruck.

It makes him want to fall to his knees and bow down, clumsily clinging onto whatever piece of divinity he can hold.

But maybe that’s just talking about G-Dragon, because more than anything, Seungri worships just Kwon Jiyong. Soft like a cloud, sweet like a cupcake and really, quite delicate.

Seungri worships the feather-like kisses Jiyong leaves all over his body, worships the words of adoration passed from his lips onto his, worships every little thoughtful thing that Jiyong does for him, like turning off his music and draping the covers over his body when