"Uuunngg." Seunghyun groaned, too exhausted to move a muscle, a faint roaring in his ears. His head throbbed, a large headache washing over him. All he could register was the pillow beneath his head, a soft, fluffy comforter over top of his shirtless body. His eyes fluttered open, such a simple task seemed like such an impossible undertaking, as if his eyelids were made of lead.
His eyes fell upon Jiyong in the bed next to him, a dark wooden nightstand, complete with a small lamp, and a phone book kept the two beds separated. SeungHyun's vision was a haze, the lamp's fluorescent glow from atop the nightstand caused him to flinch. He blinked a few times, Ji's bright red hair became clearer, his features becoming more distinct. He was sat up in his bed, with those dark brown eyes trained on his Hyung. 'Wait... Is he... Smiling?'
"Morning Hyung, sleep well?"
A few more confused blinks, as SeungHyun's eyes adapted to the bright light within the room.
"What's the matter Hyung?" Ji asked, his voice was uneven, as if he was trying to not laugh, "are you feeling okay?"
'Is he snickering at me?'
Seunghyun just stared at Jiyong, he felt sluggish, he barely was able to speak,
"What... happened?" He murmured. Ji giggled at Seunghyun's confused look and his hushed tone, lain nearly one hundred percent still, his smile grew wider. His charismatic Hyung, completely stationary on a hotel bed with the white comforter drawn up to his chin. His blonde hair a ruffled mess, with half-closed eyes and a dazed expression.
"Well..."
~lé flashback~
Jiyong sighed at Seunghyun, dressed up in a dark red suit and examining his appearance in the mirror, and fussing over his hair.
"Does this look okay Jiyong?" He questioned, adjusting his black tie, decked out in dark blue designs.
"You look fine Hyung, stop stressing."
Seunghyun had himself one last look in the mirror, followed by an approving nod.
"Thanks Ji," Seunhyung said, "I wish you were coming with us though."
Jiyong sighed once again, he would've loved to go along with the rest of the members, but YG had contacted him soon after their concert, insisting that he stay in bed and drink nothing but tea after hearing his voice crack on stage. Some drinking would've been exactly what Jiyong needed to get his mind off it, but being stuck here, all he could think about was the VIP's that had undoubtedly taken to their keyboards to talk about it.
It was as if Seunghyun read Jiyong's mind,
"Don't stress about it, everyone makes mistakes Ji."
Jiyong appreciated his Hyung's kind words, but he just couldn't get over what had happened.
'How could I have let it happen? I should know my limits, what if it happens a second time? What will YG say?' Jiyong's thoughts were racing as he sat himself at the foot of his bed, lost in thought.
Ji was shaken back to reality by Seunhyung's hands clasped over his shoulders,
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. Don't beat yourself up over this, alright? I hate it when you get like this."
"I know Hyung..."
SeungHyun's hands moved from Ji's shoulders to his face, his palms against Ji's jawline, fingers curling to fit his hands firmly around Ji's face, forcing him to look Seunghyun in the eye.
"I mean it, this is nothing, you're a great artist, everyone knows that. Don't. Worry. About. This."
"Thanks Hyung." Ji said, his tone quiet, eyes drifting to the ground.
A knock on the door caused Seunghyun to release Jiyong and throw open the door. TaeYang, SeungRi and Daesung stood in the hall, each of them dressed in suits.
All three of them stepped in and headed over to Jiyong, telling him all about how what happened wasn't his fault, and that he'd better rest up so his voice is better than ever by the next show. A small while passed, and Jiyong eventually waved all the members goodbye. The door closed as he said the last of his goodbyes, immediately, Ji spun around and headed over to his bed, throwing himself face down onto it, burying himself in the comforter.
'what will YG say to me when we finally meet up? There's no way he'll just ignore it. I've been taking decent care of myself, maybe the other members would help me explain that to him...'
These thoughts droned on and on, relentless. Eventually, Jiyong managed to fall asleep, being lulled to sleep by his racing mind.
Thud thud thud.
"Jiiiiiiiii!"
Jiyong woke to a thumping on his door, pushing himself upwards, he got to his feet, stretching and beginning to walk over to the door.
"Jiii-yooooooong."
Still drowsy, Jiyong flung open the door to see his Hyung stood outside his hotel room.
"Hyung?"
Seunghyun smiled wide and wrapped Jiyong in a giant hug.
"H-Hyung?" Jiyong asked once again.
Seunhyung stepped back and looked Jiyong in the eye.
'How much did he have to drink?'
Ji fought a smile at the sight of his Hyung grinning like an idiot, face flushed, his hair a mess.
"Ji! We had a lot of fun!" He exclaimed, slamming the door and heading over to his bed, "It was great! Some girls recognized us and bought us a lot of drinks!"
Ji smiled as his Hyung collapsed onto his bed,
"Sounds lovely, but you need to sleep, we're leaving at ten tomorrow."
"Why are you so serious? you need some d-drinks." Seunghyun started giggling like a maniac after a hiccup escaped his lips. Ji rolled his eyes at Seunghyun, walking over to him and hauling him to his feet.
"At least take your jacket off, you're going to ruin it..." Ji murmured, tugging off the ready unbuttoned red suit jacket.
"Ooooooh, Jiyong, are you trying to undress me?" Seunghyun demanded, followed by a giggling fit. Jiyong laid the jacket down atop the desk sat in the corner, trying to ignore Seunghyun's comments. He abandoned all hope of getting him to change into nightwear and decided to leave him to sleep in what he wore now.
"Get your shoes off." Ji snickered, slipping into the bathroom.
When Jiyong came out of the bathroom, his jaw nearly dropped, Choi Seunghyun stood across the room, with nothing but boxer shorts on. Jiyong gasped and looked away instantly, hurrying toward his bed.
"Jiyong? Could you please get me some water?" Seunghyun asked.
Ji nodded silently, digging through their fridge and heading over to Seunghyun with the bottle of water in hand, Ji handed the bottle over, keeping his eyes on the floor.
Swiftly, Ji spun around to head to his bed. But before he could begin walking, he felt Seunghyun's arms close around him and pull him backwards, he collided with Seunghyun, and was completely enveloped in his Hyung's muscular arms. Jiyong's face grew hot, 'am I blushing? Why am I blushing?'
"Thank you Jiyong." Seunghyun mumbled, Ji shuddered, feeling the warm breath on his neck.
"You... You're welcome... H-Hyung." Ji stuttered.
"You always take such good care of me."
Ji laughed nervously, "uh... Yea, I try."
Before Jiyong could register what was happening, he was spun around to face his Hyung, still held in his arms.
"What would I do without my Jiyong?" Seunghyun muttered.
Jiyong's heart hammered in his chest,
"Uh..."
Jiyong's eyes were nearly as wide as saucers as Seunghyun's lips pressed against his forehead. Time came to a screeching halt, 'what is happening? WHAT IS HAPPEN-' and just like that, Seunghyun had let Jiyong go and turned to his bed, crawling into it.
"Goodnight Jiyong." He murmured. Shocked by what had just happened, Jiyong made his way to his bed and crawled beneath the covers,
"Yea, goodnight Hyung." He said, shutting off the lights.
