Sorry if this chapter is so damn short >.< I get kinda lost in the middle of this chapter. Please forgive me, everyone... >.<

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                Asking a profound question out of the blue; it had been one of the elder’s antics Seungri learned to get used to.

                He studied his nervous leader and got up without notice. “Wait for me here.”

                He got inside the mart again, legs automatically led him to the beverage section and his hands voluntarily reached for his hyung’s favorite coffee. He quickly walked back to a fidgeting dragon, sitting obediently like he was ordered.

                A small smile tugged on Seungri’s lips. He placed down the cup in front of Jiyong and seated himself across the elder, sipping his own cup of coffee before his lips, unaware of Jiyong’s groan after his deed.

                “So, what is it now, Hyung?”

                “I got a sinful dream, Ri, a really sinful one that you can’t even fantasize it. Am I, am I this wrong of a person? Just tell me frankly, I won’t get angry.”

                “I don’t think you’re so wrong of a person, in fact we all look up on you. You’re one amazing leader, Hyung and what dream did you actually get? It’s so rare of you to talk about dream.”

                “I… it-it’s…”

                “Hm?” Seungri looked at the leader for answer and Jiyong swore he suddenly felt the cold breeze attacking him. Seungri didn’t blink and Jiyong’s mind was tricked as the youngest’s gaze was reminding him of the intense stare they shared in his dream.

                He groaned loudly and carelessly slammed his own head to the table, causing the youngest to chuckle gleefully. “Nevermind it, Ri.”

                “Anyway, Hyung, that you are here now; can you pay for me? I think I forgot my wallet.”

                “Ah… Look at you, what can you do without me?”

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                “Where are the Hyungs?” Seungri came out from the bathroom, startling the dragon who was busying himself in front of the television. “It’s noon already and they haven’t bother us. It’s not like them.”

                Jiyong only froze on his seat. Blamed it to his dream, his eyes were uncontrollably attached to the younger’s neck as his eyes caught the younger’s Adam’s apple jumping up and down; following the younger’s gulping down rhyme. The droplet of water sliding down the younger’s neck made the sight in front of him magnificently more inviting. He was taking in the art in front of hi—

                “Hyung, I’m asking you.”

                “Ye-yeh?”

                “Where are them?”

                “Them; who?”

                “The other hyungs.”

                “Ah, they’ve flown back to Seoul.”

                “WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?! Why can’t they just wait for me a littl—“

                Jiyong ignored the blabbering panda, figuratively closed his ears and dwelled in his own world.

                He clutched his chest and felt his heart was beating faster than it usually did. What was this feeling? He never came to know it. Why did this feeling even come? Was it Seungri who triggered it?

                “—it’s good though. Let’s just sleep all day. You didn’t have enough sleep either, did you?”

                Jiyong shrieked the moment the younger circled his waist and pulled him down. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He was silenced down the moment he turned to a peacefully sleeping Seungri; he his side and adored the maknae’s face. His heart had also calmed down as he felt more comfortable than ever.

                He felt safe and secure in the younger’s arm.

                Seungri pulled up the blanket to cover them both. “You know, Hyung, I’ve been dreaming for a cuddle day. It seemed so satisfying in the dramas.”

                “Is that why you said it’s good to be left out by the other?” Jiyong scooted closer and hesitantly wrapped his arms around the younger.

                “Well, half of it; is true.”

                “What about the other half?”

                “I don’t know. I just suddenly want to spend time with you.”

                “Is that so?”

                Seungri nodded his head and Jiyong couldn’t help but tighten his hug. “Let’s make the cuddle day happens then.” Jiyong declared proudly as he leant in at the touch Seungri gave.

                He had always thought silence was killing; it always confronted him with his dreading loneliness. But today, the silence was so peacefully pleasing. He enjoyed every second of it as he felt the younger playing with his hair, the maknae’s scent  that pampered his nose, and the dim, nearly unnoticeable sun ray peeking through the gap between the thick curtain separating them with the busy street bellow them.

                He couldn’t help but snuggled closer as he hummed different melodies, savoring the warmth Seungri provided him as he enveloped the elder’s smaller frame in his arms.

                “Ri~”

                “I just take the TV’s remote. I’m not going anywhere.” Seungri chuckled as he flipped through channels, caressing the elder’s hair fondly who was now resting on his chest. He had always enjoyed the feeling of having his leader in his arms.

                 It felt assuring, and he loved it.

                That was how they spent the rest of the day; cuddling and snuggling inside the hotel room. Both engrossed with each other and their own feeling as they decided to settle in pairs of pajama the whole day. They felt like going back to the old day when they were inseparable.

                They were living their lives in Changsha.

                They were too lazy to get out and following Seungri’s ‘dreamy cuddle day’, they decided to have their dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. Seungri went out first as he had taken the shower before Jiyong.

                Jiyong stood in front of the mirror, rechecking his look for God knows how long. He turned his face side to side, hand trailed over his jaw line as he made sure he’d shaved, hair had been re-styled for maybe five times until he got his current style which was actually no different with the first style he did.

                He frowned at his own reflection as he realized the maknae’s clothes looked different when he was the one wearing it. Maknae looked amazing in the shirt he was borrowing, but on him, it lost its beauty.

                 Was it because in his eyes, he saw Seungri far more stunning than himself? Or was it because the clothes just weren’t designed for him? Well, he didn’t know.

                He squeezed his brain for a way out when he remembered the old trick he’d done to the youngest. He spiritedly searched through the younger’s bag for handkerchiefs and shoved them inside the clothes, making his shoulders appeared broader and finally found his look more acceptable.

                His face immediately lit up with evident joy as he sprayed the youngest perfume all over himself, inhaling it deeply; if Seungri’s perfume was , he would be in a huge trouble by now. He could easily say he was highly addicted to the younger’s scent.

                How foolish of him to just realize it recently of how much his maknae meant to him? Of how long had he been drawn to the maknae? Of how strong his heart was beating whenever the maknae was around?

                He was a total fool.

                He despised fool, but for his maknae; he could make exceptions.

                He didn’t regret being a fool if it was related to his maknae.

                Now that he realized, he wanted to embrace it.

                He wanted to cherish all his feelings together with his maknae.

                He came up to his maknae with his gummiest smile, teeth as white as pearl being showcased with forehead widely shown off as he looked down at Seungri who smiled back sweetly in return.

                “You look dazing in my shirt.”

                They started eating their dinner, stealing glances at each other, clicking their glasses of wine before gulping down they red liquid in complete bliss.

                Seungri could no longer resist himself to touch the elder’s hand as he gazed at the beautiful man before him. He caressed the man’s hands softly and watched it fondly as he held back his sudden urge to kiss those beautiful fingers that had created masterpieces.

                The mood was so damn supportive as the pale moon was reflected on the swimming pool beside them. The dim light of candles shone on Jiyong’s fingers and the cold breeze blew pass them, encouraging the candle to dance between them. Everything was just too beautiful.

                “Do you have the same thought as I have in your head, Hyung?”

                With that one question, a smirk graced Jiyong’s face.