"Would you let me go, hyung?"

"I will, even though I know it's hard."

"Would you let me go now?"

Jiyong loosen his grip on Seungri's hand, he was silenced by Seungri's knife-like words. He feels like Seungri pointed a dagger in his heart and he slowly pushes it deeper and deeper. Buried down until Jiyong felt that he bled his love out enough for Seungri feel how much he indeed love him. But Seungri has his own open wounds that he didn't notice the open love that the older wanted to convey to him.

Jiyong breaks down at 3:08am, where he last held Seungri's body beside him.

Author's Notes:

Okay, I was inspired by the angsty gri feels that I have.

I haven't updated my other fics. I am so sorry. >.<

This one-shot was made while listening to Secondhand Seranade. ^^

- Anna ❤

Disclaimer:

- I don't own the characters (but I always hope that I do), I only own the storyline. ^^