“Can I stay back at yours? The last train just left and I have no place else to go” a worried Seungri looked at Jiyong with his famous puppy dog eyes. Jiyong snorted. Although he seemed to not like this idea he was actually jumping around like a kid high on sugar on the inside. A night of cuddling with Seungri? Of course he’d take the opportunity.  “Mhm, I guess I can arrange a bed for you to sleep on” Jiyong shrugged, trying to act calm about it. Seungri’s eyes brightened before he pulled his leader into a tight hug. “Thanks hyung~” Seungri slurred his words against Jiyong’s ear.
   They had been out drinking. Quite a lot actually. Seungri was celebrating his birthday and yet again went way past his alcohol limit. He seemed to do that a lot around Jiyong but he never really thought anything of it. “You’re drunk” Jiyong rolled his eyes as he carefully placed his hands on either side of the younger’s waist. Seungri burst out into a fit of laughter. He was always like this when drunk. It was either this or he assumed he was Justin Timberlake. Jiyong preferred the latter. At least that way he could playfully flirt with Seungri without him questioning his motives. “Let’s go home maknae.” Jiyong spoke firmly, gently grabbing his hand and guiding him, not with ease, to the closest taxi.
   The whole taxi journey back to Jiyong’s place consisted of Seungri obnoxiously singing songs from his solo album or abusing the taxi man for not referring to him as Justin Timberlake. Jiyong tried his best to control the situation but it was like trying to control a child after eating about fifty sugar canes. Impossible. As the taxi driver parked outside Jiyong’s home, he handed him the fare and pulled Seungri out of the taxi. “Not so rough with the merchandise” a terrible American accent was heard from Seungri. Jiyong couldn’t help but let out a small snicker at his failed attempt. “Come on. You need to rest” Jiyong rolled his eyes as he opened the front door. Seungri stumbled after Jiyong and held onto his back. “I want to kiss and hug my leader!” Seungri whined, squeezing Jiyong’s waist.
   Jiyong tensed on the spot. Did he really just hear that? Seungri  wanting to show affection? He was used to the occasional hug from Seungri but he had never heard him say such things out loud before, even when drunk. “Maknae, how much did you drink tonight? You are in a terrible state” Jiyong laughed nervously and tried to loosen Seungri’s grip. Seungri shook his head and tightened his grip even more. “Not that drunk. Jiyong have you ever noticed that I always get ridiculously drunk around you?” Seungri slurred his words again but Jiyong understood completely. He was used to his drunk speech by now. “Well .. “ Jiyong was about to speak before he was cut off by Seungri’s sudden movement. Within the blink of an eye, Seungri turned Jiyong around by his hips and pressed his lips on his leader’s. Jiyong’s eyes widened before returning the kiss and closing his eyes. He tried his hardest to savour every single second of a kiss Seungri will most likely forget in the morning. He felt electricity spark through his entire body as he tasted Seungri’s lips on his. All those dreams he had of kissing him was nothing compared to reality.“