“This whole thing is making it sound like we’ve had the most rosy relationship ever,” Seungri interjects, and Jiyong looks at him.

They share a short—well short for onlookers—moment of eye contact. It may only take a couple of seconds, but Jiyong thinks back, and Seungri does, too.

Jiyong liked Seungri the minute the met. He liked his cocky attitude, and his unwillingness to call any of them ‘hyung’. “We’re all friends, aren’t we?” He had said, and whereas Seunghyun had wildly protested, Jiyong had simply smirked.

He liked the conversations they had, and the way they had them. Seungri was young and still had all the needed energy to keep up with Jiyong’s—he admits it now—wild way of life. They often went to parties together. Parties to which he usually brought Seunghyun along, but ever since he (Jiyong called it what it really was, despite the eldest constant state of utter and complete denial) had started dating Daesung, he’d become a real party pooper. He barely drank, and whenever he did, he instantly sought out Daesung. When drunk, he complained a lot about the younger, too, but in a way that made Jiyong jealous; in a way that made him want someone to complain about as well.

He found that person in Seungri, and he had thought Seungri had found the person he was looking for in him, too.

It was somewhere around the time Seunghyun had cowardly chickened out of his relationship with Daesung, that Jiyong started thinking about the thing he had with Seungri. He remembered what Seunghyun had told him, about the official part, and he had realised Seungri and him had never labelled their relationship either. And Jiyong thought that hey maybe, maybe it was time to do so.

Jiyong had asked him while they were lying next to each other in bed. They had just ended their daily bickering about who was going to be the big spoon, and it was the fourteenth time Seungri had lost. He had figured it was just a matter of formalities, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Seungri,” Jiyong had whispered through the night, and the younger had grunted in return. Seungri was tired and he just wanted to go to sleep already.

“We’re dating, right?” He asked, and he couldn’t help but think he was too lame to be acknowledged anymore, and he would’ve perfectly understood if Seungri had just ignored him.

“Are you an idiot?” Seungri asked, but he didn’t turn around to face Jiyong.

Jiyong chuckled lightly, figuring Seungri meant that of course they were dating. How could he be so stupid to even question that?

Yet like stated before: he was wrong. He only found out because Seungri started talking again.

“You’re graduating this summer, right?”

Jiyong nodded in the boy’s neck, slowly exhaling just to tease the other’s skin with his warm breath.

“Any plans?”

This time, he shrugged. “Not particularly. I was thinking maybe Europe.”

Seungri didn’t reply to that.

“What? Is my panda-wanda going to miss his boo?” Jiyong wiggled Seungri a bit in his arms as he playfully sang the words. But when he once again wasn’t greeted with a reply, he stilled, figuring maybe it wasn’t the time to joke around. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

“No I’m not. You should go and have fun.” The fact that Seungri’s voice hadn’t changed even the slightest bit cracked Jiyong’s ego.

“You could be a little sad, though.”

“Hmm,” Seungri hummed as he nuzzled his face deeper into his