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Jiyong was walking, roaming all over the place. It was the venue of their last concert, the last concert that they will be together before Seunghyun signed himself for the mandatory 2 years of military service that their country requires for each of its male citizen. No exception, not even them who were earning millions each day, who were famous all over the world. He took a deep breath and released it in one draw.

Chance, that's the only thing he needed. He needed a chance, a chance to tell him his feelings, a chance to prove his pure intention of loving him, a chance to hold him and perhaps to be loved by him in return.

It was not fair how the world thinks that just because he was a guy like him, that they were both male, they can't love one another the way a man and woman could. He loved him, they would—no one would—understand how much he loved him, what are the things he could give up for him. And perhaps that was the reason why the world can't accept his feelings, the love he wanted to give, because human fears what they couldn't understand.

He clutched his chest, surprised at the arm suddenly draped on his shoulder. "You are being your usual dramatic self," he looked at him and admired the beauty that has always been his. "Perhaps that's the reason why you are so good in writing songs." Seunghyun turned to him with a grin almost splitting his face. Oh no, his heart fell crashing off his chest and he plead that even this once, just this once, he would catch it in his warm hands and protect it from shattering. "Yo-y-you're good at writing songs too, I actually admire them." He burned bright. What the ? What's with the stuttering? "But still, I could never be a match to you. Damn, I envy you!" he laughed and he followed but rather awkwardly.

He moved away from him and he felt disappointed. If only he could stay at the warmth of his arm around him. Seunghyun was being his crazy self once more as he started dancing with stiff movements, awkward jerking of his hips to desperately be able to dance. Jiyong burst into loud laughter. Seunghyun stood straight, grinning proudly at him, hands on both sides of his hip. He then lifted his arm and gestured him to come close to him. Jiyong pointed himself in confirmation. He nodded. Confused yet more on anticipating, holding his breath and heart, he took steps toward him, vanishing the distance between them until he stood a step away from the only person his stubborn heart was beating for.

"I have a secret." Seunghyun excitedly said in a hush tone like they were elementary pupils. Like he will show him his bug collection or something. Jiyong rolled his eyes. "You are on your cra—," He stopped feeling his warm lips over his. His lips on his. His heart pumped its way to his throat. How long has he been dreaming this exact scene?It was almost the same yet the feeling was too exquisite to explain, too painful to accept and too good to stop.

"And maybe I am really crazy... damn Jiyong, I am crazy for you."

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!" Their giddy and frantic squeal blended into one loud squeal of hearts melting. "I told you! I told you! Isn't this the best fanfiction ever!!" Dara was going crazy hugging him as Jiyong was hyperventilating still repeating the lines over and over in his head like he really said it to him. He could even hear his bassy voice saying every word. "He is crazy for me," he said, still high with the mind blasting giddiness, thank you world of fanfiction where reality and fantasy combine, where G-Dragon's desire were further realized. "Yes! He is crazy for you!" And meet the girl that puts more fuel to the fire, the girl feeding this handsome guy's twisted desires. Their fingers weaved together and they were jumping and squealing and practically being idiots over a fanfiction. 

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because i am bored and i don't know how to live this ed up life of mine. lol.

thank you to whoever edited that manip above, all credits are yours my friend.

thank you to gd_ume hehehe. and i miss and love you guys ^^