Or how Jiyong came too late. Seungri decides to forget.

Seungri slowly woke up to the sight of the dimly lighted room. He saw the unmistakably plain ceiling of the studio when he first opened his eyes. He groaned as he forced himself to sit up. His memories from the earlier incident slowly rewind in his mind, the echoes of his feelings following soon after.

A sob escaped from his lips.

He had been too stupid, too hopeful to think that there could be anything else aside from a casual friendly relationship between him and their leader. Jiyong may have lied to him that night, saying that he doesn’t hate him (never could hate him), but of course it was merely a ruse, a stupid lie so Seungri wouldn’t have to about them with the other members. A lie so he wouldn’t turn back to his old obnoxious self. Always seeking validation, always looking for attention.

A tear fell down on his lips. He didn’t even notice that he had been crying.

Look where his stupidity got him. Alone. Crying. In an empty studio room.

How much more could he take of this? How much longer could he play with this stupid game? How much more is he willing to hurt himself for that stupid hope?

It’s never a possibility. It’s merely a lie that he was craving for.

You’re stronger than this, he heard the faint whisper of his past self. When he looked up, he saw the ghost of his seventeen-year-old self looking down at him. There was