Still trying to update daily in an attempt to make at least some of you feel a little better. This was supposed to be a two shot story (I - before YB's death and II - after his passing) but I decided I want to drag it out. Stay strong, everyone! 

"What are you looking at?" Seungri wasn't able to hold back from smirking to himself as he felt someone staring at him while he was sitting on the bed, struggling to take off his skinny jeans after a long day at work

He didn't get an answer so he turned around, facing Jiyong who was grinning like a fool. His lips were stretched in the brightest smile imaginable, making Seungri silently thank God for bringing back this gorgeous sight after almost two long years. Ji was shining again, maybe not as bright as before but it sure was something.

"Yah, what are you looking at, pabo?" Seungri grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at his hyung who caught it and burst into honey laughter

Every time his precious giggle would fill up the room Seungri would feel those famous butterflies in his stomach which the books kept telling him about. Having Jiyong beside him, smiling like a kid who just did something naughty, was surreal. Ri almost felt unworthy of being in the presence of someone so precious.

"I'm looking at you, duh." Jiyong rolled his eyes and scooted closer to the other man before wrapping his slender arms around his neck, "You know I'm a fan of art, right?"

"...and I look like a Picasso painting." Seungri replied quickly, earning himself another adorable giggle

"More like a Michelangelo sculpture."

Jiyong was quick to press his lips against Seungri's, capturing them in a tender kiss. All the younger man could do was surrender and give himself into the tender feeling which was making his head spin. His hyung's kisses were intoxicating, leaving him breathless and needing more.

It always went down the same way - Seungri pressed against the mattress as Jiyong hovers over him shirtless, running out of breath. It felt as if his hyung had set him on fire with his delicate touch, bold yet tender. In the past few months Seungri had learned only one thing about intimacy - that he enjoyed Jiyong's lips on his neck more than anything. His hot breath dancing across the gentle skin drove him insane almost every night in the past few months.... but it always ended the same way - tears running down Jiyong's red cheeks and Seungri feeling like a fool because of the bulge in his boxers.

"I'm s-so sorry." Jiyong hiccuped behind his palms once he had moved away from his boyfriend

Seungri rubbed his hand comfortingly against Jiyong's back but it didn't seem to help. He understood what the