There are 6 love styles an individual can take, and Jiyong finds all 6 mashed together, somewhat haphazardly, into this love.

1. Ludus- playful love

"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg! Will you just stop that?"

"Hmmppghh.. no." Jiyong was half leaning on Seungri, rubbing his forehead back and forth on Seungri's shoulder and swinging their arms together.

It was one of those tiring days where they have rushed, since dawn to dusk, from one studio to another, doing interviews, photo shoots and filming back-to-back. Jiyong had expected the exhaustion that came with releasing new singles and albums, heck he was used to it after 6 years of this. But still he had to whine and irritate his favorite maknae each time he felt like his soul was just going to leave his body.

Seungri was tired too. His eyes were getting smaller and dryer, and he rubbed at them constantly between shouts of "Cut!" and breaks. Jiyong's constant irritation, though, was a way to get the both of them to stay awake; and also a way for him to show his love.

As the photographer looked away to check on the footage, Jiyong stealthily sneaked a finger towards the boy stoning next to him, and poked him hard in the ribs.

Seungri literally jumped out of his skin and let rip a scream like he has just seen a ghost. 

"OOWWWWWW! WHAT THE.. HYUNG WHAT…!" He cut off his words as he immediately gave chase to Jiyong, who laughed playfully escaping from his outstretched hands.

Taeyang shook his head and shouted, "Get back to filming you two!"

TOP looked up, then just yawned in his chair.

2. Mania- possessive love

It was the night after their Inkigayo filming, when Seungri and Daesung were the MCs. The two maknaes of the group stayed behind at the TV station while their hyungs went back to their dorm first.

It was near 2am when the door to the dorm was opened to reveal two tired boys wrapped up in beanies and scarfs. They hadn't expected anyone to be still awake when they got back, but there Jiyong was, hugging his knees on the sofa in front of the TV.

"Ah hyung, you haven't slept yet?" Daesung said in a slur.

"Mm." Came a single non-word. The leader instead fixed a glare onto the younger boy who is staring blearily and slightly confused at him. The glare seemed to wake him up a little. It was the typical i-know-what-you-did-wrong-and-you-are-so-gonna-get-it-from-me kind of gaze, and Seungri was definitely well-acquainted with those from both CEO Yang and his leader.

"Wh-what is it hyung?" He ventured tentatively. Daesung took the chance to announce he was going to go wash up and swiftly escaped the scene.

"…exciting day for you isn't it," Jiyong motioned for Seungri to sit down on the sofa, "being MC and all."

Seungri sat down carefully and tried to recall, using whatever was left of his mental capabilities, what he had done wrong. The staff had praised him for his liveliness and energy for his emceeing, and he didn't make any mistakes during performances.

Jiyong was looking more displeased at the lack of reaction he was getting, and decided to voice out the problem more directly.

"I mean, getting to shake hands with people, hi-five them, and even get hugs from them. Maybe I should volunteer to be MC next time huh, Seungri?"

Something clicked in Seungri's mind. Oh, he thought. 

"Ah hyung… don't tell me this is about 4 minute and jonghyun. We are all just friends!" A smile and some aegyo into his voice should work.

"What did I say the last time about physical contact with others?"

"They're all not others! Me and jonghyun are like brothe-"

"I don't care!" Jiyong fumed. His sleep-deprived reddish eyes were getting redder and he was basically hissing out the words. What was this stupid maknae thinking of, getting hugs and such right in front of him onstage? Not to mention all the back-slapping, half-hugs, arm-holding he was doing backstage with all the other artistes. When Jiyong peeked out of his dressing room, his boyfriend had looked like he was having the time of his life getting touchy-feely with other people.

He reached out and pulled the maknae into his embrace violently. 

"I told you, no hugs!" The words came out fierce.

Seungri circled his arms around the older boy he knew to be extremely childish and stubborn. He realized quickly that it was time for his pacifying strategies.

"How was I to know that jonghyunnie liked me so much? Hahahah…ahem. Okay I promise you hyung, no more hugs." He tightened the embrace and inserted as much aegyo and pleading in his voice. "Now can we get to bed?"

Jiyong lifted his head from Seungri's shoulder and looked into his eyes and sighed. "Fine. You'd better keep your promise though. Remember, you are mine. MINE."

With that he grabbed Seungri's collar and dragged him forcefully into the bedroom.

3. Pragma- realistic love

Sometimes love is rash, sometimes it hits a snag for the lovers to jolt back to reality.

They both know that their love is secret, forbidden, maybe never to see the light of day, because that is just who they are, how it is. How the world is.

Somewhere in the first few months of them dating, Jiyong had whispered in Seungri's ears, that someday, one day, he will announce to the world just how much he loved him. Screw the rules, screw reality.

Somewhere in the third year of the relationship, they sat in silence watching the television news showing footage of anti-gay rights protests in the streets. Jiyong sat stiffly in his seat and he felt his maknae stiffen as well. He chanced a glance over to find Seungri looking deathly calm with his hands grabbing tightly at the sofa fabric.

"….I'll get some water from the kitchen, want some?" Jiyong said in an attempt to loosen the atmosphere.

Seungri nodded mechanically.

Jiyong walked quickly towards the kitchen, eager to escape the stupid news and Seungri's calm face and his stupid heart hurting. Why did he have to switch the chan-

"I love you hyung."

He stopped in his tracks and bit down on his tongue. 

"I love you too Seungri-yah." He turned around to meet Seungri's gaze. "No matter what."

4. Storge- stable love

He woke up when the sunlight filtering through the curtains hurt his eyes. A small growing panic grew when he immediately thought thought that he was late for schedules-until he realized that it was their day off.

Walking out of the bedroom, he stretched and smiled, thinking about how this was the first time in so long (like what, months?) that he has ever woken up naturally (ie, without alarm clocks and managers howling and Jiyong tripping over his feet trying to get up). His smile grew wider as he saw Jiyong in the kitchen making a cup of coffee.

"Morning hyung!" He half shouted, full of enthusiasm. Ah, the awesomeness a good sleep can make you feel.

Jiyong's hair was still sticking up all over, and from the looks of his unshaven face and slightly dazed expression he hadn't woken up too long ago either.

"Babo, it's now afternoon."

"EH?" Seungri whirled around to take a look at the clock on the wall behind him. It read 12.30pm. "Oh my goodness, this must be the longest sleep I ever had!"

"Yeah, you basically fainted on the bed yesterday," Jiyong said with a smirk, "so since you are wide awake and fully recharged, make brunch for me."

He proceeded to take his mug of coffee to the table, sat down, and looked at Seungri expectantly.

Seungri let out a fake sigh and exaggerated a bow. "Your wish is my command, oh mighty leader."

He didn't surprise anyone when he turned the kitchen upside down trying to make them waffles and grilled eggs, with flour spilt and sacrificed eggs lying around (because he didn't crack them right) and occasional bursts of "" and "oh no" echoing in the small space.

Jiyong choked on his coffee several times watching the small one-man drama unfold. It was embarrassing to watch the fail, but gradually he found it endearing and cute and a little bubble of happiness grew bigger in his heart.

After half an hour, the food was ready and they wolfed it down quickly. It didn't taste that bad, Jiyong thought, or it could be because he was hungry. Seungri took the empty plates as a sign of his improving culinary skills and grinned widely.

Then they had a day all to themselves.

It was a feeling the two of them tried hard to cherish, since such days didn't come often. The other members probably knew they wanted some time to just themselves and didn't call.

And so they got down to watching that movie they have been wanting to watch for so long, cuddling together on the sofa and laughing in sync at the right moments. And then Seungri switched to a variety program and said seriously that he had to keep track of the latest trends in the entertainment world, like the gestures and phrases people were using. Jiyong just laughed whenever the maknae tried to imitate something the hosts or guests were doing, and that just encouraged Seungri to exaggerate his action further.

The sky was painted a pretty orange red when the sun set that day. They linked hands and walked down the tree-lined street, towards the small diner near the house. They knew the owner well, and without the loud and glittery stage costumes and makeup, they weren't that easy to recognise with their simple caps and hoods. 

The owner brought them their orders quickly. It was a weekday evening, slightly late for dinnertime, and so there weren't many people inside. They hunched in their corner seats, slurping down their noodles. Seungri ate like a kid, with sauce on his lips and soup on his shirt, probably because he was still clumsy with chopsticks. Jiyong stifled a smile as he reached out with a tissue to wipe the stuff off Seungri's mouth, and Seungri's expression changed from one of surprise to one of blushing shyness.

Jiyong had his arm around Seungri as they went on their way home. The air was cool and that small street was empty save for a few cars. Jiyong sighed contentedly.

"Seungri-yah."

"Hmm?" He replied with his head still on Jiyong's shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind living like that everyday. With you. Forever." He reached down and gave the boy a kiss.

5. Agape- noble love

Jiyong didn't belong to him.

He could be, if he was just Jiyong. But he isn't- he is also G-dragon, one of the most famous and sought-after singer-songwriter in Korea.

And so Seungri thought, as he sat alone at the dinner table, Jiyong belongs to the fans, the critics and the company. They owned him, whenever they swooned over his performance, critiqued his clothes, and called him at 7am for a company meeting at 9.

Well it was almost the same for him, just that he gets it to a lesser extent than his hyung.

Like this night, when Jiyong got an extra schedule and he didn't, and so he made cup noodles and ate them slowly. A bit of the soup got onto his face and shirt, and he sighed before getting up to grab some tissue. While wiping his mouth he remembered how he sometimes had that someone to wipe his mouth for him. And pick out the better looking vegetables and pieces of meat to plop into his bowl. And fed him rice with a silly grin and adoring eyes.

Damn these cliched flashbacks, Seungri thought angrily and shook his head a few times, as if he could chase the thoughts away that way. Damn.

He wished he wasn't selfish as to want Jiyong by his side all the time, because he didn't want his love to be a burden, a trap or a responsibility. Because he knows the man loves so many other things besides him; love that isn't romantic, but the love of music, the love for bringing joy to others, the love for everyone who he is grateful for making him who he is today. And Seungri can't possibly force him to give up all that, just for him.

He eventually fell asleep somewhere around 1am, with his Japanese textbook on his lap and a pen still between his fingers. He must have been sound asleep, because when he groggily half-wakes in the early morning when the sky was still kind of dark, the textbook and pen was gone, while a skinny arm was thrown over his side, and a stream of warm breath rhythmically hit the back of his neck.

He instinctively smiled, and suddenly the loneliness and negativity of the past night was again forgotten. He forgets how many times it has happened, this cycle of loneliness and hope, but again he thinks to himself, that it doesn't matter how many people Jiyong loves and is loved by, just as long as Jiyong loves him and he loves Jiyong, and he will be fine. It will be.

6. Eros- passionate love

Jiyong felt hot all over.

He was wearing a thin t-shirt with a simple cardigan thrown over, and the studio he was in had the air-conditioning at full blast. But he was practically sweating and not in his right state of mind anymore, as he rolled up the sleeves and fanned himself with his hands.

He thought he might know the reason for this abnormality, but he would prefer not to think about that too much. Or look at it too much.

The "reason" was standing in front of the camera, the lights hitting his face at perfect angles, while also revealing some parts of his body, like the chest beneath that ripped singlet, and the thighs under those jeans with holes and tears in them.

"You need some water? You look like you're gonna get a heatstroke," TOP's voice travelled from beside Jiyong from the sides of the photoshoot.

"H-huhh?" Jiyong jumped slightly. He found that he had been in some kind of trance, and he whirled around slightly sheepishly to face his hyung. "No, no, I am fine." 

"You're seriously going to get dehydration, if you are going to keep staring at Seungri's like that. God, I swear your eyes haven't left that boy for the last 30 minutes," TOP said, giving one of his low guttural laughs. "But I understand. He is getting ier isn't he? Look at that top he has, is that even considered a piece of clothing? And the jeans-"

Jiyong saw the older boy's gaze on Seungri and felt his cheeks heat up even more. 

"Hyung, stop staring at my Seungri will you?" He turned and whispered while keeping a forceful hand on TOP's arm.

TOP looked at him in bewilderment, then started guffawing loudly.

"You. You are seriously one of the most possessive boyfriends I have ever seen. And might I add, the most easily ually aroused as well," He winked and then quickly sidestepped Jiyong's attempt to hit him.

**

That night, Seungri had taken a nice, long shower, and was now finishing brushing his teeth. He was looking into the mirror and smiling at (what he thought of as) Perfection, when he saw Jiyong enter the bathroom.

He turned around to greet his hyung, but there was a strange sort of gaze in Jiyong's eyes.

Jiyong took a step forward.

"Is that," he pointed at Seungri's boxers, "the limited edition one I just bought last week and which I myself haven't even tried on yet?"

Seungri followed his glance and looked down. He had just taken them from a corner of their shared room. Seeing them now he had to admit that the boxers do look quite foreign. It looked expensive and the design was just Jiyong's style. 

Jiyong took another step forward, coming very close to Seungri at this point. 

"Do you want to die? Huh? Do you?" He hissed, but his voice was soft and slightly sensual.

Seungri didn't notice the differences in Jiyong's gaze and tone of voice from the past lectures he got from his leader. Thinking that this must be yet another scolding, he began blinking rapidly and rubbed his hands nervously. 

"Ah hyung, I can explain," he moved slightly backwards and glanced at the door, picturing his escape route in his mind.

Jiyong caught his glance and immediately put his hand on the door and locked it.

Seungri's heart sank and he looked cautiously at his hyung, who has started to advance towards him slowly. He shut his eyes momentarily and prepared for the worst.

So he was very surprised when he felt Jiyong's kiss against his lips, an aggressive and forceful attack that nearly caught him off-balance.

He made out some words in between breaths, "Oof..hyung… what?.…oh.…GET YOUR HANDS OUT…. NOT HERE HYUNG!…mmphh.."

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5 minutes later, a scream that sounded decidedly like Daesung's rang through the building, as he stood in front of the bathroom door with the spoilt door lock in his hands.