CHAPTER I

HYUNG, ARE YOU UP FOR FANSERVICES?

 

"Hyung, are you up for fanservice?"   And with a question, Jiyong dies a little inside. Jiyong dies with his oh so hopeful heart. Because Jiyong hopes a little and then he hopes too much.   "Sure, what do you want?"   Jiyong agrees, because he wanted everything to be real. He wanted them to be real. And maybe, maybe, just maybe everything will turn up to be real after all these fanservices. After all these pain of pretending what they are not. Pretending to the whole world that he loves him, even though he does not, he doesn't.   "You know hyung, the usual. You'll hug me and I'll say I love you GD."   Knives. Knives that are ready to pierce his heart the moment that Seungri will say those words on stage. Pretending that they're true, pretending that he really loves him more than a hyung. More than a hyung. And is hugging even important? By the time that Seungri will crush his petite body with his is the time where his heart will be scarred again. Because of him, because of this.   "Oh right! How do you want me to react, Ri?"   Then he patiently waits for Seungri's answer. As Jiyong taps his fingers in any flat surface he sees, he's nervous, nervous of his maknae's response. Because he is always hoping that he would turn everything real, hoping that he loves him back like the way he likes, loves and adores the boy.   "Just smile shyly hyung. I think that would be enough to make them crazy."   Would be enough to make them crazy. So he is just concerned about the fans. It's fanservice after all. It hurts, a lot. But did he even think o