Author's Note! There's going to be a BIG scene in this story.....and it's a pain to write T_T. The perfectionist in me wanted the scene to be painted clearly just as it was in my imagination. And my skills aren't on par!!! URGH. I'll still will do my best to give it justice huhuhu

been marathoning some nyongtory vids in youtube,,,, for inspiration hahaha if you have some favorite vids, link them pls so I can feel inspired. hehe

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(photo uploaded for extra feels lol)

Or also known as the Sechskies Yellow Concert Day

Part 1

It was decided.

Seungri opened his eyes to the blaring sun luminating his room with a soft glow. He looked at his window and solemnly stared at the way the curtain dances softly with the wind. He shivered as the morning wind touched his skin.

He rolled over and clicked open his phone.

Sechskies day!!! Yellow Concert HAPPENING!!! <3

The reminder felt like a stab to his heart. He looked over at his bedside table and saw the tickets laid forgotten atop of it. He frowned and turned his back to it.

Yesterday, he had given up on the idea of asking his leader on a date—how could he? When Jiyong specifically had told him to go with someone else. Like Seungri isn’t worth the time—worth the effort. As if Seungri isn’t a friend to be valued, but merely a member who appears in his song for a minute or so.

It hurts. It hurts to be reminded of his place.

Seungri had deluded himself into thinking that he had earned a place in Jiyong’s heart. Had foolishly hoped that those lingering glances, those hugs he was given in front of multiple people in their concerts, those almost kisses he was teased with—he thought that at least it should’ve mean something.

Yet it was nothing. Like him.

He was nothing.

He had cried himself that night. Alone in his bed. He let himself mourn over what he had lost (though, did he truly had it in the beginning?) He mourned over his love disregarded. He mourned over his years pining stupidly over someone. He should’ve known better.

He should’ve known.

He closed his eyes and let the lazy morning breeze lure him back to sleep.

When he woke up next, it was to the sound of his phone ringing.

Thankfully, someone up there had mercy in him and he was left with a peaceful dreamless nap. He had begrudgingly grabbed his phone from the bedside, his hand tapping the small table like a blind man looking for his medicine.

He didn’t even bother checking the caller, too lost in his post-REM sleep to care.

With a rough voice he asked, “Hello?”

“Aish, this kid,” TOP answered back, there a hint of mock in it yet Seungri could hear the slight adoration that the older has for him. “Are you sleeping? At this day?”

Confusion came into Seungri. He groaned and forced himself to sit in his bed. “What is it?”

TOP muttered something under his breath, before asking for Seungri to open the door. “We’ve been waiting for minutes now!” he complained, as if they have been waiting for almost a day.

Always the youngest who was used to his hyungs bullying him into doing their little bidding, Seungri found himself already halfway to the door, rushing to open it.

To his utter surprise, he saw his bandmates standing by the door. Youngbae, Daesung, and TOP were dressed casually, yet each of them were wearing face masks and dark sunglasses. Seungri titled his head in confusion, “Are we going out? Did I miss something?”

Youngbae laughed. “Yeah! We’re going to the concert!”

Seungri stared at him, as if he couldn’t understand Korean. “What?”

TOP then grabbed Seungri in a headlock and playfully scratch his head. “Have you bumped your head? We’re going to the concert!” the eldest repeated.

Seungri whined as he was subjected to the oldest’s soft bullying. Though he had years of practice to get used to it. “The concert?” he asked, not fully getting what the others are implying.

Daesung then went forward and came inside the house, treating it as if it was his own. He placed the bento boxes he was carrying over the kitchen table. “Have you eaten? Maybe that’s why you’re not making sense.” He teased, already unboxing the content and getting plates from the kitchen drawer.

The smell of deliciously cooked Japanese dishes filled the room. Seungri’s mouth watered. But still it doesn’t answer what he was asking. Are his bandmates here just to eat together? Is that why they are dressed? “But that doesn’t answer the question!” he protested.

He pouted as the three older members bonded together and laughed at him.

TOP took a piece of the meat and pushed it in Seungri’s lips. “Here, have some.”

Seungri opened his mouth instinctively and swallowed the meat. He chewed on it, salivating his mouth with its taste. He pouted when the three exchanged glances. They’re still not answering.

He crossed his arms. “What is it?!”

TOP rolled his eyes and grabbed a spoon to eat some of the dishes. He offered another to Seungri who opened his mouth to be fed. The younger took a seat on the kitchen aisle, but didn’t grab a spoon. He let TOP feed him. A bite for the older, then a bite for the younger.

Daesung and Youngbae watched in amusement.

“Isn’t today the day?” TOP asked in between eating.

Seungri still looked as if he couldn’t understand the language. “What day?”

TOP groa