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Italized phrases are the english translation of Couple by Sechskies

Day 12.5

Or also known as the Sechskies Yellow Concert Day

Part 2

The whole stadium was lit with yellow balloons, painting the place like stars in a night sky. They had felt silly at first, their small band being only the gap of darkness in an otherwise array of brightly lit yellow wave.

Seungri had already apologized twice for not bringing the appropriate props to his hyungs. In the moment of utter confusion mixed with gratitude over what his pseudo-older brothers had done for him, he had forgotten to pack the ‘necessities’ – i.e. his Sechskies merchandises: yellow coat, yellow balloon-looking light stick (and believe it or not, he had some to spare for the others), his photocards (that he may or may not planning to sneak into the fans meetups and have it signed). Though, to be fair, he still has a Sechskies keychain decorating his wallet (like a high school girl).

“It’s fine,” Youngbae said, always the optimist among the four. “We came here for you, not them,” he said, a hint of mocking slipping through (though of course he doesn’t really mean it, just sometimes, his older brother pride gets better of his normal brain side—and that’s him looking at Sechskies as if they’re a threat to Seungri’s brotherly affection—which is ridiculous and should never be mentioned in front of Jiyong, less that idiotic bandmates of them would use it to defend his overly jealous attitude).

Though, for the older to be slightly resentful and even dismissive over another group is a rarity. And Seungri almost couldn’t believe his ears to hear that kind of tone with the otherwise most ‘loving’ guy of the group (like Youngbae couldn’t possibly—even slightly—hate someone). So what gives?

Daesung, meanwhile, merely flashed his usual smile. Surprisingly, his eyes kept on darting around the stage, taking in the decoration that was made for the performance. The stage was built to emulate the beauty of a medieval fairy tale castle that was stuck in winter, there were even fake snow that are being casually thrown over the stage and is spilling over at the front seats.

Seungri wondered what Daesung must’ve been thinking. Perhaps the older was merely appreciating the architecture of the stage? Being fascinated with the creativity of the staff? Or perhaps even wondering himself what the performance will bring?

They are fellow artists after all. They fully understood artistry down to its core. (though perhaps that is merely a euphemism for Seungri)

He scowled at the way he reverted to being self-critical. He had thought that he was passed this stupid insecure stage of his. He has been able to hold his ground with his hyungs when they are in stage—with millions and millions of fans! Hell, he had performed his solo song with a bigger stadium than this.

So why is he reverting to his pathetic version of himself?

“Are you excited?” TOP asked by his right. (Youngbae and Daesung were by his left, they were standing some feet away from the front stage—perks of having VIP tickets). His tone was soft, as if his words were plucked straight from his heart.

“Yes,” Seungri answered, echoing the same sentiment that he had felt when the older had first asked him in the van. He turned away from the oldest before settling on the stage, a smile forming on his lips.

Yet the corner muscle of his lips still felt as if they were held by a thin thread pulling in the opposite direction, seemingly forcing his face to smile. It was odd, almost like seeing yourself smile yet not feeling it deeply.

No. Seungri had heard his heart hammering in his chest, he could feel the rush of adrenaline in his veins, he knew that his eyes were sparkling with anticipation, that his soul was singing in gratitude for he was blessed, wasn’t he? And he should be thankful—and he shouldn’t—

He should stop lingering on the what if.

Jiyong could’ve been with me here. He could’ve been by my side. He would probably be sporting that familiar cute pout of his, he would cross his arms, and scowl all throughout the opening performance. He would whisper constructive criticism on the group, as if the Sechskies were trainees and he was their evaluator.

And Seungri would hold his hand. He would smile at him. He would probably even blush, his adoration over the leader bleeding in through his heated cheeks.

And when the song starts…

Seungri would walk closer to his leader. He would stare at Jiyong’s eyes, silently questioning…

Do you want this? Do you want me?

He would feel his leader’s soft callous hand upon his face, caressing it softly. The melody would wrap them in a comfortable embrace, luring their hearts, tying the string of faith.

And when Seungri opened his eyes…

They were to the sight of Jiyong kissing him.

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