“Hyung.”

 

“What is it, maknae, I'm working.”

 

Like he can't see that himself.

 

“I just wanted to ask if you need anything.”

 

“No, thanks, now leave.”

 

Don't leave.

 

“Okay, hyung.”

 

Now he left me alone. With all these damn thoughts about him.

 

“Hyung, if you want something to eat or drink, just call me okay?”

 

I flinch at the sound of his voice, I didn't notice him coming back.

 

“Don't scare me like that!”

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“It's okay.”

 

Just go! Leave me alone!

Wait, one minute ago, I wanted him to stay.

I don't understand myself anymore.

 

“I just wanted you to know that you can call me if-”

 

“-If I need something, I know. You said that for the third time already.”

 

“Sorry. I'm leaving now.”

 

The sad tone in his voice made me feel guilty.

I haven't done anything bad.

I just wanted to be alone.

So that I could work.

And think.

 

I know he's waiting for my decision.

I shoved him away that time he kissed me, I avoided him from then on.

 

“Seungri-yah!”

 

I think it's time to stop now.

I should stop being so childish and admit what is a proven fact.

 

“What is it, hyung?”

 

How can he look so happy just because he has the chance to do me a favor?

 

“Erm...”

 

Damn brain, you are supposed to work properly in situations like these.

 

“Do you need something to drink? I can bring you some orange juice!

Or do you want something else?”

 

“You... I mean... er... I just want to talk to you. For inspiration.”

 

“Okay...?”

 

I'm turning my back to him, facing my desk and all those fail attempts at making a new song.

He lays down on my bed casually, as if that is what he does everyday.

I forgot, he used to do that.

 

“Hyung, you wanted to talk?”

 

“I wanted to say...”

 

How do I put this now? I should have practiced earlier.

 

“... about that time you kissed me...”

 

I hear him shifting on the bed. Maybe he sat up.

 

“... I'd like to repeat that. For inspiration of course.”

 

I'm facepalming myself mentally right now.

That must be the lamest fake excuse ever.

His chuckle behind me is only confirms it.

 

“Oh hyung, can't you just admit you like me?

You don't have to kiss me for inspiration when you can have thousands of fangirls for that.”

 

“Okay, okay, I like you. Satisfied?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“What now?”

 

“You really like me.”

 

“I really like you.”

 

“Then c'mere and give your beloved maknae a kiss.”

 

That's it. Throwing my notebook at him, I turn around.

 

He chuckles, catches it and looks at the opened page.

My eyes are going wide as I realize my mistake.

 

“Jiyong<3Seungri?

You must really be distracted from work by all those thoughts about me, aren't you?”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“Angry now?”

 

“I said shut up.”

 

“What are you going to do if I don't? If I tell you about all those times you cuddled me to sleep, or when you were all over me for 'fan service purposes' like you called it or this one ti- hmpf”

 

I kiss him. This will busy his blabbering mouth for a while.

And my mind for a much longer while.

 

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A/N: I hate this chapter. I wanted to rewrite it but I couldn't come up with anything. Also, as you probably realized, this chapter hasn't this 'ending part' like the other chapters had. I'm just not in the mood these days... The weather is cold, my holidays are over, I'm gonna be forever alone on Valentine's Day (which means no lovestory inspiration.)...

Maybe I write an epilog to this when I'm in the mood again... Can't let this chapter be the end. :)

Thanks for reading~