Vivien had her eyes glued to the television screen, her heart melting at the sappy, knee-wobbling sight. A delicate, dreamy sigh escaped her pinkish lips, drawing herself yet another glare from her envious boyfriend. The latter sat impatiently beside her, his feet tapping the legs of the coffee table obnoxiously as his twitching hands wrapped around an innocently pillow ferociously. His ual frustration pitted itself stubbornly at the pit of his stomach, itching Seungri to let his hands wander.

But everytime he even tried, Vivien would shoot him a glare, sneer, and brush him off with a nonchalant smirk.

He could never win.
Not against this beast.

He snorted when she began to gush to him about the protagonist giving flowers to the female lead. "Wasn't it so romantic?" she sighed happily, fluttering her eyelashes in a girly manner before clasping her hands together in order to contain her closet fangirl emotions. Her mind swiveled from all the fluff that resonated from the episode, a bright giggle escaping the folds of her lips as she thought back to it again, and again.. and again.
Seungri released yet another snort, running his hand cockily through the wisps of his jet black hair. "It's not like you'd take care of them.. you'd just let them wilt, knowing your forgetful self."
"That's not true!" Vivien argued contemptuously, her bottom lip jutting out into a defensive pout. "When this guy, Junsu-oppa, back from my high school days gave me a bouquet, I took care of them all day, everyday! They lasted very long, thank you very much! And then I got casted," she mumbled, "and couldn't take care of them anymore.."

Her boyfriend's jaw dropped, his hands lifting instinctively, raising the gesture of incredulous disbelief. "Are you kidding me?!" he voiced. "How long ago were you in highschool? Geez, and still talking about high school loves to me?" He turned to look at the television, stubbornly refusing to meet his girlfriend's eyes. "You encourage suitors from the past when you have a boyfriend?" he called dubiously. He reconsidered his word choice thoughtfully before blinking. "-- a boyfriend like me?" he corrected himself arrogantly.

It was Vivien's turn to scoff. She shrugged. "I'm not encouraging any suitors," she defended herself calmly. "If I was, there'd be fanboys blowing me kisses and you'd see me sending out tweets particularly towards fanboys... but you don't see that, do you? Therefore, I am not encouraging anything... mainly because I have a boyfriend," she leered, "one like you -- easily jealous and arrogantly egotistical. Who would mess with a narcissist like you?"

Seungri sneered playfully, nudging her leg with his knee. "Take that back," he whined, pouting immaturely at his stoic girlfriend. "Plus," he added right before she could utter anything, "I've bought you tons of gift baskets. Flowers, chocolates, teddy bears -- what more do you ask of me?" He blinked repeatedly at her, bringing out his toe-curling aegyo for Vivien to see, to indulge herself in with guilt. She bit her lip, then, drawing a very familiar sensation within Seungri; he felt as if ihs heart had dropped into a pool of sticky goo, melting warmly at the sight of her bashful smile.

"True, isn't it?" he whispered, crawling over to hover above her small frame. "You can't ask for more.. and it's because I'm the best ing boyfriend out there. I've gotten you gifts, I make you smile, make you laugh; I cook for you, I sleep with you; I take good care of you... there really isn't any more perfection to add onto, babe," he cooed suggestively, peeling off the buttons of her blouse.

"Aish," Vivien mewled, drawing his hands away. "I wasn't saying you didn't do those things.. I'm just saying how romantic it was of the male lead to do it for the girl... I mean he ran out into the rain just to get her a bouquet of flowers.. you have a car and have no use of your own feet," Vivien joked.
Seungri growled, nearly falling on top of her. "If you would just ask, you know I'd do it for you," he giggled boyishly, his teeth finding a sensitive spot at the base of . Vivien squirmed. "Jiyong-oppa is home," she whispered surreptitiously.

"He's in the recording room; we won't disturb him," Seungri simpered casually, shrugging off his jacket. 

Vivien was suddenly quiet, unsure what to act upon -- her rational logic, or her instinctive heart. She chose to remain neutral, waiting for Seungri to make the decision for her; however, feeling the prominent bulge occurring at the base of his waistline, she knew he probably wouldn't even make it two meters from the couch they were sitting on. "Oppa," Vivien scolded him softly.

"Why are you being so quiet all of a sudden?" Seungri teased, ignoring her chiding tone. His arms crawled around her waist, hips grinding against hers. A soft gasp left her lips, followed by a luscious moan of immense pleasure. Waves of electric shock jolted through Vivien as Seungri continued to knead his hips into hers, hands roaming lustrously at her s. His lips were promiscously latched onto her collarbone and throat area, tongue darting out every now and then to give her a slow .

Her eyes were already half-lidded, and her torso discarded of her shirt. Seungri caught sight of the humble Vivien trying her best to hold in her moans; he didn't say anything, but instead roughened his grinding; he grasped tighter onto her chest and bit harder, as if to . He knew she was only trying to be considerate of the composing leader, but Seungri, at the moment, didn't want that. He didn't want her to be quiet. He wanted her to --

"Squirm all you want," Seungri whispered darkly. "You can keep your mouth shut for as long as you can," he growled, tearing off her jeans. His lips grazed her ear lobe before his teeth snatched it suggestively, hands seductively creeping into her . "Because by the end of the night," Seungri promised her, "I'm going to make you scream my name."

Shudders fulfilled Vivien's body, running through her like a series of falling dominoes. Seungri grew rough, gruffly taking hold of her hair, pulling her head back to give him more access to her already exposed neck. He was out of his pants and in his boxers; pre- leaked through the fabric of his undergarments, but he held himself together, halting his s against her to a slow, snail-like grind. She mewled quietly, wriggling around, bucking her hips to feel him against her again.

"I'm going to make you scream," Seungri restated, "so loud that our fans waiting downstairs just might be able to hear you."

And once Seungri makes a promise, he sticks to it. Vivien knew that.

And she was looking forward to it, probably even more than Seungri was.

Jiyong removed himself from his chair and rid his ears of the earphones slowly once he realized he had no more tea left in his mug. He stretched for a second before moving over to the door, flinging it open. It was quiet. Deadly silent, almost to the point it was eerie. He didn't pay mind to it however, when he was two steps into the hall, just meters away from the main room.

That was when his nostrils caught scent of a very familiar aroma.

His shoulders slumped defeatedly, eyes rolling as he figured that last thing he would want to see was Seungri's poking up from above the couch, hovering over his favorite ELiTE hoobae. "ing Seungri," Jiyong groaned, missing the word pun he had made himself. He shook his head, whirling around to retreat to his recording room, neglecting the empty tea cup waiting to be refilled.

At the same time he approached his recording studio, Taeyang had exited his bedroom, probably on the way to the kitchen to fetch a snack. Being the good-hearted man he was, Jiyong stopped him once his arm could reach far enough to grasp onto Taeyang's broad shoulder. "If you value your no-so eyes," Jiyong remarked wittily, "I wouldn't go there just yet... especially if you want to keep the fact that Anna has so far been the only woman you've seen."

"Wait.. w-what? But Vivien and Seungri were just watching a drama and --"

"They were indeed," Jiyong confirmed, "it's just... they didn't end with finishing the episode," Jiyong winked.