My Tears Are Yours To Keep

Jiyong meets a deadman walking.

Jiyong wasted no time. He was out of the car before his friend could even blink again.

He followed Seungri, arms outstretched.

Reaching....

Reaching....

Jiwon huffed his smoke. He gave his son a smirk and snapped his fingers twice.

A struggling man was taken out from the left side of the room by two muscled bodyguards. The man's wrists were tied on his back and there's a black sack tied over his head. His screams of protest were muffled no doubt by a muzzle on his mouth.

Jiyong would recognize that built even in the dark.

"Seung.....seungri?"

His father wasted no time and bent his lover down the table. The table cluttered with the impact. The sound woke Jiyong up. He tried to ran towards him but two set arms held him back, "Seungri!" He screamed, silently praying for time to stop.

He buried him.

He saw his body.

He buried him.

A coffin. Flowers.

He didn't even told his parents about it. Let Jaijin's replacement deal with the Missing Person file report that was placed in Seungri's name.

ing coward.

In nights he closed his eyes, he could see his shadow.

Reaching...

Reaching...

In his dreams he was alive.

He was alive.

Reaching....

Reaching....

"Seungri!" He grabbed his shoulder and forcefully turned him around. He bumped his body on the wall.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

How much more apologies should I whisper till you come back?

To me. To my arms - where you belong.

"Seungri!!" He thought his tears had dried up that night he stood before his lover's grave. Eyes heavy, rimmed with red from the beginning of the day. Body exhausted. Throat dried.

Don't you? 

Don't you belong to me?

When he closed his eyes, whenever his mind was still, quiet enough to linger, he could see Seungri's shadows just beneath his eyelashes - smiling. Gods, he couldn't even remember the way he curved his lips, the moist, the taste, he couldn't remember --