The movie date came out not as expected. Jiyong was literally turning into Daesung inside the theatre. He straightly clung onto Seungri the moment the lights went off and closed his eyes, jolting here and there.

                In the end since he barely had any sleep yesterday, Jiyong ended up falling asleep for closing his eyes too long.

                Seungri was another story. He was enjoying the beginning of the film. Different from Jiyong, he was actually a big fan of horrors. So, for him, the movie was practically not terrifying.

                It was nearly the end of the movie when an ugly ghost suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seungri was shock as hell that he shouted to the top of his lungs, causing Jiyong to be awoken harshly and followed him shouting. With that, he successfully earned a smack from Jiyong.

                The movie finally ended and Seungri found Jiyong sulked and pouted.

                “Hyung, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to go that far,” He pleaded as he tried to pull Jiyong up from his seat. But, the leader just didn’t bug. “Hyung…”

                Jiyong only turned his head to the other side, refusing to look at his maknae. Seungri sighed; It’s not the first time Jiyong sulked on him. He had even been acknowledged by the staffs and s to be the one responsible of Jiyong whenever he got out of hand.

                 “Hyung, I’m sorry, ’kay? Now let’s go.”

                “I want to pee,” Jiyong announced and in no time he was escorted by the younger to the toilet. They were queuing when Jiyong noticed people were looking at them.

                He was apparently used to people’s hawk eyes, but being checked out in the toilet was not a thing he was comfortable with. He stepped back and leant onto Seungri. “Why are they looking at us? Do we get caught?”

                “I don’t know.” Seungri pulled down the cap he wore and just then he realized a thing. “Hyung, you’re supposed to go to the female toilet.” 

                Jiyong trailed Seungri’s gaze and found his orbs stopping at the skirt he wore. He immediately let out curses; all kind of animals’ names were escaping his mouth.

                 “This is your all faulta for dressing me this way!! I’m so gonna rip this skirt off!!”

                “What? Wait, no!!” Seungri promptly held Jiyong who was rebelling under his arms, trying to rip his skirt off. They were too immersed in their current wrestling match of ‘rip-don’t rip the skirt’ that they didn’t know how they ended up being in the same cubicle. They continued on their match.

                “Get your hand off me,Ri!!”

                “No, I won’t!! I’m the gentle man today, so you have to keep this skirt on!!”

                “Let go!!”

                “No, Hyung!!”

                “I said; let go!!”

                “No, you have to pu—“

                The cubicle went silent as their eyes widen at the sight below; Jiyong’s skirt got torn.

                Jiyong quickly glance up to his maknae. But, as soon as he caught his maknae’s eyes, he averted his eyes somewhere else but his maknae’s eyes.

                Seungri was looking at the skirt with dark eyes, unmoving as if he was surprised by the torn skirt. Jiyong waited for few seconds and finally got himself worried after Seungri didn’t move nor said a word.

                “Ri?” Jiyong waved his hand in front of Seungri’s face. Seungri’s eyes were dark that they sent shiver down his spine.

                “Just take it off if you want to. I’m waiting in the car.” With that Seungri left Jiyong alone and walked to his car, sitting his on the driver seat ad gripped the steer tightly. He couldn’t help but glared at his own steer, threatening to pierce a hole through it with his own glare.

                Jiyong followed him shortly after. He got into the car, sat himself quietly on the passenger seat, and buckled up his safety belt as Seungri started the engine.  He observed his maknae’s face worriedly who was unusually quite while radiating a negative vibe.  He leant on the window as he watched them passed buildings by buildings.

                “Ri, where are we going? Isn’t this my apartment area?”

                “We’re going home.”

                “Why?”

                “I am proven to be no-gentleman. Why should we continue?” Seungri stepped on his brakes after the red light. He looked at Jiyong with the same dark eyes he had just adopted in the cinema. “You know, Hyung, it’s funny how the fan fictions were true; I’m no gentleman at all.  I messed up a lot.”

                Jiyong’s grudge against the skirt was washed off the moment he saw Seungri’s confidence shrank in front of him. “Hey, the date was fun. Don’t be disappointed, I enjoyed it really.”  Jiyong caressed Seungri’s hair, catching the younger off guard.

                “Really? You didn’t look happy.”

                “Well, when you think back about our date today, you won’t help but giggle, don’t you? It’s a proof our date earlier left a good memory. It’s so awkward, though.” Jiyong giggled happily at the memory of how everything went wrong earlier; the clumsy Seungri at breakfast, the try-to-be-cool Seungri who kissed his hand, and the surprised Seungri in the theatre. 

                “Let’s continue our date. Fan fictions, gentleman, it!! Let’s just have fun together!!”

                “You sure you want to continue, Hyung? It’s our precious day off, don’t sacrifice it for me.”

                “You said it; it’s our precious day off. So, let’s don’t waste it. To the mall!!!” Jiyong announced proudly. He could see from the corner of his eyes that his maknae’s lips had curled into a smirk upon his last sentence. He had succeeded.

                “Okay, to the mall!! Off we go!!” Seungri instantly stepped on his gas as the light turned green. In no time, the atmosphere went back normal as the two boys chorused BIGBANG’s songs which blared through the car radio, fighting who sang the loudest while getting all hyped up inside the car.

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                “Ri, Ri, Ice cream!! Ice cream!!” Jiyong squealed on his seat as he pointed on an ice cream seller standing at the side of the road.

                “Where? Hyung, where?”

                “There!!” Seungri quickly followed Jiyong’s direction and pulled over. He bought Jiyong and himself ice creams, eating and it happily.

                “Hyung, look at here!! We’re eating ice cream!!” Seungri waved at his phone, showing off his ice cream as he it arrogantly as if he was trying to tease someone with his video. He nudged Jiyong to followed  him which Jiyong shyly did.

                They continued on the ‘date’ as they happily strolled around downtown, something they hardly did during the day since VIPs would usually hunted them down, thankfully their disguises let them did it. They finally settled in a small ramen shop and had their lunch peacefully.

                Once they’re done, they moved on to the game center. They were going back to their nature as they practically turned back into 5 year olds.

                They played the basketball games and voluntarily bombarded its ring with the balls, they also played the racing game and voluntarily made a huge racket after their vigorous shouts, and tons other different games the game center provided. For the last game, they decided to play dance simulator where they were asked to follow the dance showed by the machine.

                “The one lose, pay for dinner, deal?” Jiyong challenged the younger who was having fun selecting song. Seungri only nodded as his eyes scanned through tons of songs. “I bet I’ll be the winner,” Jiyong confidently announced as he leant on the younger’s back.

                “We’ll see.” Seungri smirked triumphantly, ignoring the elder who was now hugging him and nuzzling his head on his shoulder. He finally picked a song.

                Both BIGBANG members swiftly stood by on their position and danced seriously once the music blared. It was merely a game, but for them; it was a battle which betted on their prides so there was basically no way they’d go easy on each other.

                The tension was getting stronger and stronger with every result they got; tie and it kept on happening. They were both throwing cocky smirks on each other, sharing sharp glances, ignoring the sweats drenching their face. They were stuck in the same games for God knew how long.

                “I’ll beat you in this one.” Jiyong smirked at Seungri who was busying himself on yet again selecting song for them to dance.

                “I’ll make sure you won’t, I’m not ‘the pride of Gwangju’ for nothing.”

                “The same way I’m not BIGBANG’s leader for nothing.” Jiyong took a deep inhale as he eyed the machine, three counts suddenly felt like eternity, especially with Seungri next to him looking all smug.

                They swiftly danced the moment the machine told them to. It was all fun as both men being more ambitious than ever when a loud thud suddenly echoed. Jiyong hit the floor hard and Seungri right away squatted beside him.

                “Hyung!! You okay?” he examined his hyung worriedly for any wounds.

                Jiyong didn’t straightly answer, as he kept on wincing in pain. “I-I think I sprained my ankle,” he said between his winces. He didn’t look at the latter and kept on gripping his ankle to stop the pain blooming underneath it. Sadly, it was no use. The pain kept on growing.

                “Let me check.” Seungri scooped Jiyong up in a rush and put him down on a nearby bench, observed his ankle and let out a loud sigh.

                 “You really did sprain you ankle, Hyung. Come on, let’s go, I’ll treat you once we’re home.” Seungri crouched down in front of Jiyong and he quickly climbed onto his back as Seungri walked him to the car. He couldn’t help but leant in his body as he felt the younger’s warmth.

                The younger’s back was warm and he loved it.

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                Seungri stopped in front of his door and let Jiyong pressed the password.  His apartment password was not a secret to BIGBANG members. Jiyong lent him a hand by opening the door which Seungri didn’t waste a second to enter. He didn’t need time to think as he carried Jiyong to the couch sitting in his living room. 

                “H-hyungs?” Seungri abruptly muttered as he saw the sight in front of him; Yongbae, Seunghyun, and Daesung were all presented in his living room. He wasn’t expecting them at all. It was a rare occasion for all BIGBANG to gather in his apartment, so the first question to come in his mind was; did I do something wrong?

                All three heads struck up upon the voice they’d been waiting. “Are Jiyong with y—“They stopped as soon as they saw a girl behind their maknae’s back.

                All of them, especially Yongbae, instantly raised their guard up. They were ready to scold the younger who was caught red-handed playing with girl.

                “Seungri-ah, why aren’t you putting me down?”  Jiyong sneaked out his head from the younger’s back. “Oh, hey, Bae, Dae, and Seunghyun Hyung!! I’m here.” He casually waved at the perplexed members who stared at them with mouth wide open.

                Seungri who knew what s were up to swiftly put Jiyong down on his couch. He wondered how Jiyong still able to be so oblivious of their situation after Yongbae’s sharp accusing-glare or Seunghyun’s wide eyes which started to gone red. “Hyungs, I can explain this, ‘kay? Calm down.”

                “How do you suppose us to calm down?! He’s wearing a ing skirt and what with that long wig?!” Yongbae shouted and Seungri momentarily knew he was screwed. It couldn’t be anything but bad when Yongbae had spitted out curses.

                “Hyungs, I can explain it, so listen to me—“

                “What will you explain? You just went out together, one of you dressed as a girl, is that ing normal? No!! I don’t need any of your reasoning. I’ll talk to YG and get both of you separated!!”