~Sometime in the midst of 2010, before any GD&TOP promotions began~

 

“I need wine.”

 

“What?” Upon hearing Seunghyun’s unmistakably deep voice, Jiyong tried not to frown into his phone any further than he already currently was, being in an incredibly confused and not to mention hungover state. The room was spinning, he felt vaguely nauseous, and his head was filled to the brim with Japanese. He couldn’t tell if it was from the mass overload of Big Bang Japanese promotions and accompanying releases in Jiyong’s admittedly ‘limited’ Japanese with ever-so-few relevant and highly overused phrases thrown in, or if it was from attempting to impress his latest squeeze, who happened to be from Japan, by studying up on her native language. The spinning room and nausea, however, were undoubtedly the consequences of getting absolutely wrecked clubbing in Hongdae with said squeeze last night.

 

“Oh, and I need to celebrate. But, above all. I need wine.”

 

Jiyong hadn’t really heard anything else other than ‘wine’, and that was more than good enough for him. He nodded, clicking save on the sound editor menu to lockdown his latest work in progress. “I’m down for that. What’s the excuse-er, I mean, the occasion?”

 

“I won another Best New Actor award for 71: Into the Fire, or something. Whatever.” Seunghyun yawned down the phone, bored and anxious to get a full glass of the rich, red medicine inside him already.

 

“, that’s, like, your tenth one this year.” Jiyong gave a low whistle as he padded over to his closet, envisioning his outfit of the night within his mind. He grinned as he slid the door open. It was pretty ing awesome how his childhood neighbour had gone from T.O.P, Big Bang’s power-voice rapper, to Mr. Hotshot Actor practically overnight, with no less than a single film release to his acting credits. “Meet you at eight?”

 

“See you then. Maknae’s coming too, by the way.” Seunghyun casually added.

 

Jiyong groaned and was about to protest, but the phone beeped, signalling the other rapper had already hung up. Probably rushing over to Gangnam to get a head start.

 

Seungri was coming? Really? Well, if there was ever a chance Jiyong had to brag about scoring with a Japanese chick, even though supposedly Seungri was the one who was fluent and ‘master’ of that language, now was a good a time as any. Jiyong quickly reminded himself that it was actually partly thanks to Seungri that he’d managed to hook up with the girl, since the maknae had been the one to supply the leader with some smooth and not to mention damn in’ dirty translations (although that girl had actually already been like putty in his hands by that point). Of which Jiyong had apparently requested of the maknae himself.

 

Jiyong kind of remembered doing so. Just a blurry memory of texting Seungri at midnight, but not what he’d actually sent in the message. However, upon checking his phone in the morning, he’d stumbled across the incriminating evidence of his inquiries to Seungri of Japanese translations for certain…phrases. Surprisingly enough, the bratty maknae hadn’t replied with so much as a ‘hyoooonnggg wtf ew gross’, but translations for every single…request. And all within minutes, no less. Jiyong figured he at least owed the youngest a drink for not only plaguing him with the leader’s own personal…shenanigans of which anybody else probably would have thrown up upon sight of the filthy SMS requests, but for also not complaining about the fact that Jiyong hadn’t even seen Seungri in forever, and was suddenly texting him out of the blue with questions he probably wished he could wipe from his memory. To be fair, all five members had been so busy with their own solo promotions that Jiyong hadn’t really seen any of the others, with the exception of Seunghyun, since preparation for their sub-unit album was underway.

 

Jiyong’s phone buzzed once again. He looked down in surprise, to see, not so surprisingly, yet another text from his new favourite mistress in Japan.

 

‘Miss u and ur y body. Can’t wait til next week and you’re in my bed. im gonna leave hickeys all over that hot bod of urs! xx’ Jiyong could only smirk as he locked his phone, mentally reminding himself to reply later, as his ego shot through the roof.

 

“Of course you do,” Jiyong chuckled aloud. He had to thank Seungri for all his help, sure. But after that was all good and done, Jiyong couldn’t wait to brag all up in the maknae’s face about it in person.

 

~

 

“Hyungs!” Jiyong couldn’t help but smile as he saw Seungri waving the two elder members over towards a private table as the duo entered the V.I.P room. It was a combination of a smirk, in anticipation of all the gloating and boasting Jiyong was sure to do all night of his latest foreign conquest, but also simultaneously a grin, at catching sight of their lovable, annoying maknae’s stupid face after so damn long.

 

“Brat,” Seunghyun nodded his head in greeting to the youngest as he slid down onto the banquette. “Why didn’t you order a glass of wine ready for me?” A shadow of a frown crossed the eldest’s face as he gestured towards the maknae’s half-empty beer.

 

“I’m a strong baby!” Seungri whined, completely ignoring the second half of Seunghyun’s sentence. “What took you so long?” He wheedled, pushing out his lower lip in a pink, puffy pout that Seunghyun was bound to smack off his face if he didn’t get a drink within the next five minutes.

 

“Was trying to decide what to wear. Had to be something that would really slay all my trend slaves, you know?” Jiyong yawned, stretching his arms out behind him.

 

“Yeah. Okay. Let’s get some drinks. I’m celebrating, remember?” Seunghyun grumbled as he waved a nearby, slightly starstruck waitress over, using any chance or excuse he got to get drunk.

 

“Oh! Yeah! Congrats, TOP-hyung!” Seungri whooped, clapping his hands excitedly. Seunghyun couldn’t help but give a brief smile of self-satisfaction.

 

“It’s my fifth this year,” He admitted quietly after he’d given the girl his order. The rapper couldn’t help but be undoubtedly, secretly pleased within.

 

“I’m proud you’re representing us so well in that field in such short time,” Jiyong cleared his throat, leader mode automatically on. “Good job, hyung.”

 

“Aish, cut it out.” Seunghyun waved his hand in the air, but he gave yet another small, secret, unstoppable smile just as the waitress returned with three flutes of champagne.

 

Seungri raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Bubbly?”

 

“It is a celebration.” Seunghyun shrugged, probably again abusing the occasion to pull out his favourite drinks. Either way, Jiyong leaned forward to select a flute overflowing to the brim.

 

“A toast,” Jiyong proposed as he raised his glass, completely full-out ignoring Seunghyun’s earlier modesty. “To our Seunghyunnie and his gazillionth Best New Actor of the year award.”

 

“Yah!” Seunghyun snapped upon hearing the endearing nickname, but clanked his glass with the other two members, grinning ear to ear, anyway.

 

As the two elder members and not to mention the heaviest drinkers of the group began guzzling the Moët down like tap water, Seungri decided it would be a good time as any to open his mouth and let it run loose. He didn’t want to throw back the champagne, since he was such a lightweight that a single glass of aerated alcohol could potentially send him throwing it up in a matter of hours if he wasn’t careful. He also couldn’t completely lose himself and get drunk, at least not yet anyway, since he had some super-special maknae interrogation to get underway, and he definitely wanted to remember vital information the next day for future blackmailing purposes.

 

“Jiyong-hyooonggg,” The panda-like baby of the group began, eyes wide and innocent as ever as he fired off his first round. He drew out the last syllable of his opening statement with a nasal intonation, laying on the aegyo thicker than the foundation layer on a drag queen’s face. “How are your songs coming along? Is it going okay?”

 

Just as Jiyong began to frown, opening his mouth to question the reason for his confusion, Seungri immediately beat him to it. “Do you need any more help with translations for your lyrics? You know, like the ones you texted me last night?”

 

Jiyong’s gawking mouth immediately snapped shut upon realisation of what Seungri had just prepositioned. . Seungri had thought his dirty translation questions had been for…writing song lyrics?! No wonder he’d been so ing eager to help the leader help, probably envisioning he’d get more lines if he helped the leader make their next song! Oh god. God. Jesus ing Christ. Jiyong was ing disgusting, and he had no idea how he was going to break the truth to Seungri, that, as a matter of fact, the leader had manipulated the poor, sweet, innocent, unassuming maknae, and used him for his own erted pleasures. Holy ing .

 

Meanwhile, Seunghyun, having no clue what the hell was actually going on, merely sniggered into his champagne and beckoned for the waitress to bring the whole bottle. This was gonna be good, and he had a front row seat and a bottle of Moët at his disposal to enjoy it with.

 

“Uh, yeah,” Jiyong noticeably began twisting the various Chrome Hearts rings constantly glued to his twig-like fingers, a sign of unmistakable restlessness. “I, ah, wanted to thank you for helping me with that. It was actually really useful…when I-“    

 

“No problem!” Seungri cried gleefully. He wasn’t even shouting, but Jiyong still flinched. “Of course, I had to do anything to help our leader with Big Bang’s next hit release! So, hyung, tell me,” As Jiyong began steadily inching further and further away from the maknae, Seungri stealthily slid down the banquette like a water slide and practically smushed himself into the leader’s side. “Are we going for the y concept next or something? Something real hot that will definitely make all the girls scream? How about something big that will really reach deep within?”

 

“Seungri!” Jiyong blurted. His right eye began to twitch, and he looked around frantically, as though he’d just been told he only had twenty seconds left to live.

 

“Because I would totally work it if we were finally sweeping that angle as a whole. I mean, don’t get me wrong! I think we have a y vibe going on, whenever and whatever we do. But it’d be so cool if we could finally do y as a main concept! Suits and full-out hip-ing! Like Justin Timber-“

 

“Are you drunk already? We’re not doing god damn ing Justin Timberlake.” Jiyong growled before Seungri could even finish his ultimate idol’s name.

 

“We don’t need to,” Seungri sighed, as quick as ever. He’d definitely made the right choice to skip the booze (especially since Seungri had a certain tendency to believe he actually was the American pop star when he’d had one too many). He’d almost backed the leader into a corner, he was sure of it. It was just about time to deal the finishing blow.

 

“Ever.” Jiyong affirmed, muttering darkly to himself.

 

“Because…” Seungri continued in a taunting sing-song voice that really should have sent alarm bells ringing straight to the elders’ central nervous systems.

 

“I like the idea of suiting up, though,” Seunghyun mused.

 

“…I’m getting my own solo mini-album at the end of this year.” Seungri finished smugly, an annoying smirk plastered all over his face.

 

“Me too, hyung. I think we can definitely work that in as a concept for at least one of our songs in GD&TOP,” Jiyong nodded. The leader paused a moment, until he finally realised what had just come out of Seungri’s mouth. “What the ?!”

 

“Guess we’ll be competing on Inkigayo together at some point, hm?” Seungri chuckled at Jiyong’s outburst. It was all going exactly according to the youngest’s calculations of getting his revenge on Jiyong for waking him up in the middle of the night for once and for no real reason, with his phone pinging like popcorn in a microwave.

 

“More like you’re debuting at the beginning of next year. And that’s if you’re lucky,” Seunghyun snorted. “But a little competition never hurt anyone. This should be interesting, to say the least. Rivals within the same group, no less…” Seunghyun drunkenly half-mused.

 

“Are you crazy?!” Jiyong spat, almost tearing his own hair out. “Are you serious?! How-How could you possibly-?! Just-what the , Seungri?!”

 

“What the me?” Seungri calmly lifted an eyebrow towards the general direction of the leader. “How about, what the was up with those messages you sent me last night?”

 

Jiyong’s face turned sheet white. Upon actual confrontation of the situation, as opposed to having the answers put in his mouth for him, Jiyong had no ing clue what to say. “That-That was…I…”

 

“I’m not stupid, hyung,” Seungri sighed, finally giving up and dropping his charade. It was clear there was no point in tormenting Jiyong any further when he already had his Galliano in a knot tighter than that of a -loving masochist.

 

“Wait,” Jiyong abruptly interrupted. Seungri raised his gaze expectantly, hoping he was about to witness Jiyong get down on his knees for the first time and repeatedly kiss the maknae’s for bothering him so late at night with such a ridiculous request.

 

Instead, Seungri found himself staring at a seriously satisfied leader, who had lifted his champagne flute to his lips and was taking a relaxed, measured sip as he leant back against the banquette. “It’s funny you ask me that, maknae. Because I’d actually been planning on explaining myself to you, believe it or not. And, since you’re apparently so intrigued about it, I’ll make sure I’ll tell you everything, right down to every last detail.”

 

Seungri couldn’t help but gulp. He didn’t know how, but Jiyong had made it sound like a threat in every sense of the world. Just what the was the unsuspecting maknae in for, now that the tables had seemingly turned?

 

“And so, it begins!” Seunghyun boomed, stealing a sip from his millionth glass of champagne.

 

“Just so happens, Seungri, when I texted you last night, I was about to climb into bed with an incredibly gorgeous and not to mention exotic woman. A lady of another land,” Jiyong sighed blissfully, as though literally recalling the moment. “A land you in particular are incredibly familiar with. You know. The land of the rising sun.”

 

“What?” Seungri’s jaw automatically dropped, but the poor maknae didn’t even notice that his mouth was gaping more than a hooker about to a load. He was just so disconcerted at the leader’s complete 180 of his attitude that he scrambled to speak, to ask, even when he already knew the answer. “B-But you can’t even speak-“

 

“Like it even matters,” Jiyong smiled serenely, stretching his arms out luxuriously behind himself yet again. “But your translations definitely helped in bed. She grinded so hard on my every time I so much as said “boku”, so…thanks for that.” Jiyong cackled, taking a celebratory gulp from his glass.

 

“…I feel so dirty.” Seungri muttered weakly, slumping onto the table. He’d known why Jiyong had really asked for his help, but having Jiyong gloat about it in person…Seungri felt like he’d never be clean ever again, not even after a billion showers.

 

“So. What’s her name, then?” Seungri sighed. This wasn’t the interrogation he’d planned on holding, but it was better than nothing. At least he’d have some vital information sealed away for any later blackmail threats.

 

 “Kakusei.” 

 

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Sup, ya'll. Second chapter should be up tomorrow. I'm actually already halfway through, but it's not done. Prepare for "the horror, the horror...!" That is, if you're Jiyong.