Seungri furrowed his eyebrows, confused at the current situation. He keeps glancing at Jiyong, who's only an inch away from him, hoping he would look back at him. But no matter how many times he does, Jiyong won't bat an eye. The reason? He himself doesn't even know what he did wrong. Just moments ago, they were laughing and joking with each other. Then suddenly, it's like they're total strangers. Jiyong just suddenly ignored him for no reason. It's like encoding the world's hardest bug---confusing and hard to know where you went wrong. 

It was a tiring day, and Seungri's mentally and physically tired. He didn't have a wink of sleep last night, since he was too excited for their performance today at M Countdown. It's been a while since they did this, so naturally, he gave it all his best. And as expected, it was a success. Thanks to his efforts to make their stage as perfect as possible, there wasn't a single mistake that happened. And his cheerful aura and MC-ing skills to add, made their interview also a success. 

Having that said, Seungri just isn't in the condition to play in hard-ball Jiyong's games. Usually, he'll go to extreme measures just to ask for his forgiveness. But today, he just wants to go home and sleep.

"Hyung," he approached Jiyong.

Jiyong looks at him with a deadpan expression, not uttering a word.

"Uh.. I'm gonna go home now. See ya.."

Jiyong continued to stare at him with cold eyes. "Ah, I see."

"Uh.. then, I'll go now," he said, smiling nervously.

Jiyong nods. "Okay."

Feeling like he'll explode from the awkwardness, Seungri immediately leaves. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe as soon as he turned his back on him. 

Damn. He's scary.

"Hey," a voice uttered behind him.

Seungri turns to face to where the voice was coming from and saw Yongbae. 

"Ah, Hyung!"

"You okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course! Why'd you ask?"

Yongbae squinted his eyes, suspicious. "..There's something off about you. What happened?"

Seungri pauses. "Huh? Something's off?" He rubs the side of his neck. "There's nothing, I'm telling you."

"Reaaally?" he asked in a suspicious tone.

"..Y-Yeah.. It's just that.." He looks on the ground, scratching his head. "Well.. I think Jiyong-hyung's mad at me. I don't know why, though."

"Ah, really?" He glances at Jiyong.

"H-Hyung!" He pulls Yongbae's face away from Jiyong. "Why'd you look at him?" he whispered.

Yongbae chuckles. "What the hell? Why'd you grab my face? And why are you whispering?"

"He can't know we're talking about him! He'll get even more mad!" he said, still lowering his tone.

Yongbae bursts out laughing. "Why you acting like a kid?"

Seungri furrowed his eyebrows. "Stop that. You don't know what it's like when Jiyong-hyung's mad at me."

"Right, right," he said, smiling. "But what did you do this time, though?"

"That's what I'd like to know myself. He just suddenly ignored me. When I try talking to him, he just stares at me with his scary eyes. It's nerve-wracking!"

Yongbae squinted his eyes while tilting his head. "Really? For no reason? He just suddenly ignored you?"

"Yeah! That's what I'm saying! I didn't do anything to make him mad. In fact, quite the opposite. I was doing my best the whole day, helping out with our performance. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, he ignores me!"

"Hmm.." He pauses, rubbing his chin. "That's unlike Jiyong. He's not the type to get mad over nothing. There's gotta be something you did to make him like that. Maybe you just don't know it."

Seungri pauses to think. "..But, what could it be? I really have no idea at all."

Yongbae glances over at Jiyong once again. Much to his surprise, he catches his eyes looking at them. What he found interesting is, as soon as their eyes meet, Jiyong immediately looks away. Almost as if he was caught off guard. Yongbae chuckles. He knew exactly the meaning of that reaction. 

"Seungri," he said, smiling.

"..Yeah?" he asked while raising an eyebrow.

"What were you doing the last time he talked to you?"

"Well.." He rubs his neck. "I think I was MC-ing? After that, he didn't talk to me. Why'd you ask?"

Yongbae chuckles. "Nothing."

Seungri squints his eyes. "..Really?"

"Yep." He smiles. "I'm gonna go now. See ya!"

Seungri watched as Yongbae walks away. He was left there, dumbfounded and more confused than when he first started talking to him.

Yongbae chuckled. He sat comfortably on his sofa with his legs crossed and his arm resting on the armchair. He slid his hand into his pocket and took out his phone. There, he scrolled through it with a huge grin plastered all over his face. It's only been an hour since they performed at M Countdown, but pictures of them are already over the internet. He happily slid from one picture to another until he saw what he was looking for---Seungri talking with a microphone on his hands, and him, leaning close to his neck and hugging him.

Without wasting any minute, he immediately saves the picture on his phone. He then opens his Instagram and prepares to unleash the biggest bomb he'll ever drop off for Jiyong.

"BIGBANG M COUNTDOWN. With my love Seungri.."

He sat up, laughing his off. He was thankful for the fans who took the shot. He couldn't help but be happy, knowing that Jiyong will be furious if he sees this. It's as if everything made sense for him now. He knew back then that Jiyong was attached to their maknae, Seungri. But he never would've thought that his affection for him would be to this extent. All those physical contacts that Jiyong says are "fanservice", his overly-caring attitude towards him, the eyes that he looks Seungri with, that are totally different when it comes to other people, it now all made sense to him.

Jiyong throws away his phone on the ground, causing its screen to crack a little. He stood up, walking around in his room in a loop, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his body's temperature rising from anger. His hands were shaking, ready to beat someone up any moment. He told himself he would come home in his unit to take a rest after a long and tiring day. But he found himself stressed out and once again jealous. 

He was ready to lay on his soft, comfortable bed after a long, hot shower. It was a mistake that he checked on his phone before doing so. After opening his Instagram account, a spiteful view welcomed him. There, he saw Yongbae's latest post, with Seungri and him standing so close to each other, and his arms wrapped around him. And a matching cheesy caption to add.

Just when he thought he had calmed down from earlier, this picture makes him enraged once again.

"That er!" he shouted.

Jiyong's head was hurting. He doesn't want to, but his brain keeps remembering the scene from the interview earlier that made him go crazy.

"I heard that since you monitor Bigbang's stages so well, you're even called "Director", Seungri. Tell me, what's the focus of the song, 'Loser'?" asked the MC.

"Well.. The point of our song, 'Loser', is the vocals." He looks at Yongbae. "Our Yongbae-hyung's voice sounds so good. Please expect it a lot!"

Yongbae then smiles sweetly and hugs him.

Just remembering that scene, Jiyong couldn't help but drown in jealousy. Just by a simple physical contact like that, he gets furious. He wouldn't admit it, but he's a narrow-minded guy. He only thinks of his feelings and gets jealous easily. He knows too well that he's in no position to be like that, but he couldn't help it. 

Jiyong doesn't know when he started loving Seungri, nor when he switched ual preference. For years, he tried his best to fight it off, telling himself that it was just an illusion made by his brain from all those moments they had spent together. But just as much he wants to, he found himself loving him even more. At first, he couldn't accept it---a respected icon, swinging that way and targeting his band member, and a close friend to add. It was just so wrong in many levels.

He dated a few women, hoping it would distract him. But no matter how many women he dates, Seungri just catches his eyes. There was just no way out from him. He always finds himself lost in his beautiful eyes, his sweet voice, his gentle smile---he was hopeless.

Jiyong sat on his sofa, hitting his head.

Calm down, Jiyong. Just ignore it. Just ignore everything. Just ignore Seungri. The less you worry, the happier you will be.

Suddenly, his phone beeps, causing Jiyong to spring up from his seat. He immediately scurries to pick it up on the ground, technically running towards it. 

"1 New Message

From: Ri <3

Hyooong!~~ U still mad? :("

Jiyong's heart immediately melts. He reads it over and over again with his eyes full of adoration. He couldn't help but smile at the text message.

"..T-This is too in' cute. He's calling me "Hyung" in his in' cute English.." he said, teary-eyed.

"Create New Message

To: Ri <3

No, I'm not mad anymore. Come here in my unit already!~~"

Suddenly, the image of Seungri and Yongbae pops up in his head again.

"No, no. Delete. Delete," he angrily said while erasing his text message.

"Create New Message

To: Ri <3

Go talk to Yongbae."

"Yeah, that's right. I'm still mad at you. You and your in' cute message," he said, acting pissed-off.

His phone beeps once again, making his heartbeat stop for a moment. He hurries to open the message.

"1 New Message:

From: Ri <3

What? Why? Why would I talk to him? It's you I want to talk to! :( Hyooong!~"

Jiyong kicked away the table in front of him. He hits the sofa as he reads the message over and over again.

"! Why do you need to be so in' cute?!" he shouted as he continues kick the table away.

"Create New Message:

To: Ri <3

I'm gonna sleep now. Nyt."

Jiyong hits send and throws himself on the sofa. 

"Ah, Damn," he groaned.

Seungri rested his head on the table. His face was bright red, and his eyes were blood-shot. His vision was messed-up---it seemed as if everything is moving towards him. Alcohol had driven his head way past that of a sober person. He wants to order another drink, but his twisted tongue fails to make him do so. He had already lost count on how many shots of tecquilla he drank. 

Yongbae, on the other hand, was just watching him, laughing. He already gave up on stopping the persistent Seungri. Besides, he has no more energy left to do so. After all, his sleep was interrupted when Seungri knocked on his unit earlier at midnight, asking him to go out for some drinks. He couldn't say no to the poor guy who seemed as if he was close to crying with his weary eyes. What else should he do besides accompanying the person who was miserable because of him?

For hours, he listened to Seungri whining about Jiyong, saying that he's too much, ignoring him for no reason, and eventually, crying his eyes out. He had worried that Jiyong won't talk to him anymore. And that he might've done something so bad that he was like that. His worst fear has come to life, and he didn't know how to handle it. 

"Yongbae-hyung.." he groaned, forcing himself to lift his head up.

"Hey, don't force it. You don't have to get up."

"Hyuung.." he said with his unstable voice.

"Yes, I hear you. What is it?"

"..Where's my phone?"

Yongbae chuckles. "It's in your hand."

"..Oh, right.."

Seungri then sits up. He dialed Jiyong's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Who you calling?" asked Yongbae, worried.

"Shhh.. It's ringing," said Seungri, placing his index finger on his lips.

Jiyong picks up. "..Hello..?" he said with his sleepy voice.

As soon as he hears Jiyong's voice, tears immediately welled up on his eyes. He could feel a lump building up on his throat, preventing him from speaking.

"..H-Hyung.." he said with a cracking voice. 

"..Seungri?" asked Jiyong in a worried tone.

"H-Hyung.. are you still mad at me?"

Tears continuously rolled down on Seungri's cheeks.

"Seungri.. are you crying?" asked Jiyong.

"Hyung.. why are you mad at me? What did I do wrong? You keep ignoring me.. Even when I texted you.." he said, sobbing and sniffing like a child. 

Jiyong panicked. "Seungri, calm down. Where are you? I'll go there right now."

Seungri continued to cry his eyes out, not listening to a word Jiyong says. "Hyung.. Please don't hate me.. I don't know what I'll do if you won't talk to me anymore.. I-I love you.." 

Seungri then hangs up. He could feel his vision slowly blacking out. Eventually, he faints and hits the table, leaving Yongbae with his mouth open.

"..Woah," he said with his eyes widened.

Jiyong closes his door. He heads towards the elevator, almost as if dragging himself. Just from the obvious bags under his eyes, anyone could tell that he didn't have a wink of sleep. He lets out a yawn, tired from being up all night. From Seungri's sudden call, Jiyong was left shocked and worried. He even went to his unit last night, but no one was there, so he figured he was out drinking. But Seungri hung up before he could even know where he was, so he didn't know what to do. In the end, he just called every person he knows that might be with Seungri. Luckily, he discovers Yongbae was with him. 

He doesn't know whether he should be happy or not. Part of him was screaming with joy as he learned that Seungri feels the same way about him. But part of him also feels guilty for letting him get messed-up like that. It was because of him that Seungri got wasted and cried his eyes out, asking for his forgiveness over the phone. It was heartbreaking for him, hearing him like that.

DING!

The elevator's sound made Jiyong jump. As the door slid open, a striking, silver hair welcomed him. Jiyong's heart skipped a beat. 

"S-Seungri?" he almost shouted.

"H-Hyung.." an equally surprised Seungri answered.

"Uh.." Jiyong pauses. He tried his best to keep his cool and acted normal. "..How are you? You here to visit me?" he asked as he steps inside the elevator.

Seungri couldn't manage to speak. He fidgeted around, trying his best to avoid his eyes.

Jiyong glances over at him. "..About last night.. You drank because of me, right? I'm really sorry I made you worry. I don't hate you, you know," said Jiyong in a sincere manner.

Seungri nods. He's too embarrassed and nervous to even utter a word.

"..Um.." Jiyong stared at him, carefully observing whether he should continue speaking or not. "..About what you said to me.. the one where you confessed.. did you mean it..?"

Seungri's eyes widened. Blood rushed to his cheeks, causing him to appear bright-red. 

"..You love me?" Jiyong asked with a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

Finally, Seungri opens his mouth. He began speaking, but still struggling. 

"..S-Sorry.. I was pretty drunk when I called you."

Jiyong pauses. "..So, what's that supposed to mean? You only said that coz you were drunk?" he asked. Disappointment could be seen in his eyes.

"N-No!" Seungri turns to face him. "That's not what I mean!"

Jiyong raises an eyebrow. "Then..?"

Seungri avoids his eyes again. He looks on the ground, nervous. "I.. I do love you. I-I'm sorry!" he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

Jiyong chuckles. "What the hell are you apologizing for?"

Seungri rubs his eyes. "T-That I feel this way about you."

DING!

The elevator door slid open. Seungri began rushing towards it. But just before he could run away, Jiyong presses the close button.

"You ain't going nowhere," he said in a serious tone.

"H-Hyung..?"

Jiyong grabs his shoulder and pushed him against the wall. He stared at him intensely with his piercing eyes. "You can't just run away after saying that. You haven't even heard about my side of the story."

Seungri felt as if his soul was being seen through. He turned his face to another direction, avoiding his eyes.

Jiyong grabs his face and directed it towards him. "You better stop overreacting at such petty things. You're stressing yourself out for no reason. Look at you last night, dead-drunk and crying. It's pitiful!"

"..You don't know how I feel whenever you ignore me." Seungri's eyes starts tearing up once again. "It feels painful! And you just go around, ignoring me for no reason at all.."

Jiyong lets out a deep sigh. "Look, I'm sorry for doing that. For ignoring you. But I didn't do that for no reason."

"Then what?"

Jiyong pauses and stares at him. He couldn't bring himself to say it.

"See? You can't think of something. You just do it for fun! Is it such a joy to see me suffer? To follow you around like a dog?"

Jiyong snapped at what he heard. "Shut up! That's not the reason!" he shouted.

"Then what?!"

Jiyong tightened his grip on him, pushing him even more against the wall. "I was in' jealous! There! I said it!"

Seungri's eyes widened. He felt as if his heart stopped for a moment. "Y-You're what?"

A faint blush tinted Jiyong's cheeks. "I said I was jealous! I was jealous of Yongbae!"

Seungri squinted his eyes, dumbfounded. "Y-Yongbae? Why?"

"When he hugged you, it pissed me off! It pissed me off so bad, I wanted to flip out!"

DING!

The elevator door slid open, revealing Yongbae, shocked and eyes widened. 

"Y-Yongbae-hyung!" Seungri shouted.

"Ah, this damn er always ruining it," Jiyong whispered to himself.

"Uh.. Sorry for interrupting.. I'm gonna go now," said Yongbae as he hurries to leave.

Jiyong presses the close button.

"I'm pissed-off again right now." He turns to face Seungri. "You."

Seungri jumped. "Y-Yeah?"

"Don't add more to my anger and just behave, okay?"

Seungri quickly nods. "Yes!"

"Now, stay still," said Jiyong as he leans in closer to him.

"H-Hyung?"

"I said behave!"

Seungri nods and closes his eyes.

DING!

The elevator door slid open, revealing Mr. Yang looking at them with judging eyes.

Seungri pushes Jiyong away. "M-Mr. Yang!"

Jiyong scratches his head.

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