VI POV

Leaving Fukuoka

Sometimes Jiyong is a boy.
Playful, teasing, energetic.
You could could it his "cute" side. Less like the fierce G-Dragon and more like just a young Jiyong. A sly, playful fox.

Lately he's been playing around with Youngbae on his skateboard. Of course I've been jealous! But I'm the maknae, you see. I can't play with toys. I mean, look what happens! Jiyong is covered in scabs and scars. Just like a boy, having fun and being careless.

So here we are, on an airplane, leaving Fukuoka.

"I want to sit by you," Jiyong tells me as we're walking down the aisle of the plane. It surprises me, of course, so I ask him why not choose Youngbae to sit with. There's jealousy in my voice, and Jiyong notices.
He smirks at me.

"I've been neglecting my maknae," he tells me, chuckling.

So Jiyong chooses a window seat and I take the aisle seat. This is one of those planes that only have two seats per row. I've never liked being in the middle seat, so I was happy to not have to be cramped.

As always, we our music on our smart phones on a low volume and made small chat. But I could tell Jiyong was tired. He'd been playing around all weekend, after all. He started talking less and less, and I realized he had fallen asleep with his head against the window and his mouth open in an "o." He doesn't snore, he just breathes heavily through his mouth. I wanted to laugh at him. You could practically stick a finger in his mouth or pull a prank on him. But I wasn't a boy, unlike him, so I was a good maknae and left him alone. He'd yell at me if I messed with him anyway.

The thrumming of the plane engine and Jiyong's rhythmic breathing started lulling me to sleep. I found myslef snapping my head up every now and then, so I decided to give up and rest my head on Jiyong's shoulder. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

And just like that, I relaxed against his warmth and fell asleep.
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Checking In

I woke up to fingers playing with the industrial piercing on my right ear.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. His fingers continued to trace over my ear, then ghosted over my jawline. It sent shivers down my back.

I grabbed at the hotel blanket, wrapping it further around me. Sorry, I wasn't willing to share the sheets with Jiyong. He always stole them.

Sometimes he just barged into our hotel rooms to check on us. He'd probably leave soon anyway.

I tried to fall back asleep, but darn it, Jiyong's feathery touches were so damn ticklish and tempting.

I sighed into my pillow and opened my eyes.

"Okay, fine. You can stay, I give up."

Jiyong flashed me a smile and I scooted over, sacrificing some of my blanket to him. He lay under the covers and wrapped his arms around me.

"I can really have you?"

"Yeah,yeah...hyung."

He kissed my cheek and lifted the blanket over our heads.

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Dress Up

"Seungriyaaaah~ Could you come over?"

I laughed at my hyung whining at me over the phone.

"Sure, I'll be over. Should I bring anything?"

"No! You know I don't like formal house-visiting gifts. Just bring yourself."

"Okay, fine. On my way."

I hung up and stared at my phone. Why was he suddenly inviting me over? Was he bored? Not in the mood to write music or see a girl?

As soon as I was at his door, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. I quickly slipped off my shoes and put on his extra pair of house slippers.

He led me into his large walk-in closet. Or should I just call it a room?

"Hyung why are we-"

"I want to dress up the maknae!"

"Huh?"

His eyes were shining as he started pulling out random articles of clothing from his organized shelves and hangers.

"I suddenly started getting these ideas..."

Jiyong droned on, speaking his own foreign language of fashion. I just rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest.

"Here, try this on."

Jiyong handed me an expensive green polo shirt. I didn't even bother to look at the label. I turned my back to him and slipped off my much-preferred cotton t-shirt to replace it with this foreign shirt.

He walked over to me once I turned around to face him again, and he popped the collar. His fingers kept pinching the corner flaps of the collar, brushing his fingers against the skin of my neck.

"Nah, I don't like it," he mused, puffing up his cheeks. I was going to turn around again to take the shirt off, but I froze when Jiyong started undressing me himself.

"Seungriyah, why so shy? Its not like you."

He was right. I was confident with my body. I think I was just afraid of what this would turn into if I let Jiyong touch me.

Too late. The polo shirt was already forgotten.

There was hunger in Jiyong's dark eyes as he traced his hands over my chest. He bit his lower lip and furrowed his eyebrows.

"No more playing dress up then?"

Jiyong smirked.

"Yeah, let's dress down instead."

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Early Morning

I'm such a fool.

How does Jiyong even put up with me?

Surely being the "cute maknae" can only get me so far, right?

Here I am, I'm his room, barging in on him, bawling my eyes out in front of him. I'm on my knees on the floor, and he joins meon the cold wood and embraces me for a good half hour. I'm crying because of the incident that just came out to the public.

I must look like an idiot. I'm just worried. I can't help it. I love my hyung. Seeing people give him a bad name really upsets me.

He just rubs a hand soothingly down my back and uses the other hand to push my head into his shoulder. I'm getting his shirt all wet and I sound like a hicupping mess. Even so, he continues to comfort me. He doesn't scold me for ruining his shirt or being loud when its very early in the morning.

He tells me everything will be okay. He tells me he'll get through this. He coos and whispers all kinds of reassurances.

Slowly, I relax and I manage to control my stupid emotions. This is so embarrassing.

I pull my head back and he stares at me with those warm brown eyes. I can't help but to stare back at him.

Jiyong looks tired. He probably hasn't slept at all, like me.

His thumb rubs at my cheeks, drying off the last of the tears. He tells me to get some rest. I tell him I can't. Not when he won't.

He taps his knuckles on the top of my head and frowns at me.

"Aish, you stubborn maknae. You never listen. I'm telling you we'll be okay!"

"I don't want to leave you alone," I plead.

He gives me one of those sad smiles.

"Then never leave me alone."

I nod.

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Oblivious Maknae

Sometimes Jiyong would do these spur-of-the-moment things where he'd surprise me and do something really nice. They were always so random. Not that I'm complaining.

Recently, for instance, Jiyong bought all the BIGBANG members a spa visit pass. The crazy thing was that he didn't even buy a pass for himself. I mean, he rubs his shoulders all the time like he's sore! I asked him why he wasn't going with us and he just told me he had plans.

I was grateful, of course. My muscles were beyond sore so I desperately needed a massage. The staff members at the spa were all wonderful.

But the whole time I was there on that spa bed, laying on my stomach and getting my muscles loosened, I couldn't help but think of Jiyong. Was he alone in his room? Did he have a date? Was he hiding something? Why wouldn't he treat himself to this?

I refused to stay at the spa any longer than I had to. I wanted to see Jiyong.

"I knew it."

Those were Jiyong's words to me when I entered his room.

"Knew what?"

"That you would be the first to leave the spa," he laughed. I went over to sit at the edge of his bed. He stared at me from his computer desk and smiled.

"What have you been up to, hyung?"

He exed out of the sound files on his computer screen.

"Worked on some demos...but really I've just been killing time waiting for you to return."

He booted off the computer and joined me at the edge of his mattress. I scooted over to give us space, but he moved closer to me and reached for my arm nearest to him.

"Haha, you're all soft and oily," he teased, rubbing his fingers around my wrist.

"You could have been like this too if only you had come with us."

He ignored me, sniffing the lotion on my arm and sighing happily.

"I've always loved the smell of the lotion they use..."

"Then you should have come with us!"

He shook his head at me and hovered an index finger over my lips.

"Aish. When will you learn, maknae?"

"Huh?"

He palmed both sides of my jaw and kissed me.