Jiyong move out of his car and went inside his home. 'Youngbae was right, I should not have went there. I should just have continued sulking in my home.' He sigh while entering his pass code.

He went to the kitchen and pour a glass of water to drink before going to the couch. He sigh deeply while replaying earlier's event. Seeing Seungri be happy with someone that's not him. He remembered his panda used to be so happy with his presence alone. The sudden change made him feel bitter. Now his thoughts were filled with regrets and what if's.

"What if Seungri did not decided to go to Japan a year ago? What if he forbid him from going there, that he should have force him to stay by his side? Or what if he had just man up and confess his feelings for the younger earlier? What if he just face his fear of rejection from the younger and most of all, the fear of his fans hating him for being who he is. Would it change his unfortunate destiny? Would he really have Seungri's love if he did confess?" What if, what if, and many more what if's were swirling inside his head making his head hurt. Added his lack of proper sleep by the sudden turn of events, all that are happening to him were too much to handle. Each passing minute the pain in his head was slowly increasing making him groaned loudly. He did not take any medicine and just decided to sleep off his aching head.

By the time he woke up, he check the time in his phone and it was twenty minutes pass five in the afternoon. He close his eyes again, wanting to continue to sleep but he heard some noise. He listen intently, fear slowly creeping in his heart. He slowly stand up and went to where the noise came from. He was debating if he should bring the lamp that he saw but he thought that it was impossible for someone to break in his house. He was thinking, maybe Taehee decided to visit him, but what is he doing in the kitchen? He saw a shadow before slowly peaking inside. He smile impossibly wide that his gums can be seen even in a distance seeing that he was visited by special someone.

He went behind his guest before hugging him tightly his head gently resting on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. He feels like he's in heaven just being with the love of his life.

"Hyung, I see you're awake now. Wait a minute, the porridge will be done in a minute." Seungri slowly stir the porridge that he made. He put the laddle down before facing his hyung.

"Hyung you're still hot. Have you taken a medicine for your fever earlier?" Seungri said feeling Jiyong's head with his hand. Jiyong shook his head.

"I'm not feeling well Seungri-ah. You will stay with me, right?" Jiyong tightened his hold on the younger.

"Of course hyung. How could you not inform me earlier that you were sick? Or was it the reason you called me the other night? I'm so sorry I haven't answered your calls hyung. My phone was off that time. But I'm here now. And I will not leave until I make sure you feel better."

'Will you really stay if I get sick? How about I get sick forever, will you stick with me?' Jiyong thought ridiculously. If that's the way he can have the younger's attention to himself then he wouldn't hesitate to do it. He was willing to hurt himself physically.

Seungri turned off the stove before putting the porridge in a bowl. He guided Jiyong to sit on a chair and place the bowl in front of him. He took a seat next to his hyung watching him not moving.

"Is there something wrong hyung? Why are you not eating?" He asked.

"Will you feed me? I'm too tired to lift a finger." Jiyong reasoned out, lying.

"Oh, okay hyung." Seungri drag the bowl near him. He scoop a spoon with the hot porridge, gently blow on it before placing it near Jiyong's mouth. The older gladly opened his mouth to eat the porridge.

"Was it good, hyung? I'm not poison