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before jiyong went to bed he thought about what he just did.

he was angry at himself for not seeing seungri's reaction. it would've determined whether he liked jiyong. but jiyong was also very relieved that he didn't because he was afraid of rejection.

"fuck!" jiyong yelled into his pillow.

he liked seungri so much, it was like love at first sight but like, like at first sight. but the three of us didnt believe in that.

he wanted to text seungri but his fingers didn't type words, he was struggling to write the perfect sentence just like a writer with writers block.

he just slammed his phone on his desk and lied on his bed.

meanwhile, seungri did the exact same thing.

except, jiyongs was with angry and seungri's was with confusion and sadness.

—

jiyong woke up to the sound of his brother banging on his door.

"jiyong, eomma is commanding you to get ready and eat breakfast this time!" taeyang banged the door twice more.

"okay," jiyong replied tired.

when jiyong got downstairs about seven minutes had pasted.

"son, son, son," jiyongs mom sang to him.

jiyong and his mom both turned their head to the 19 year old in the back chuckling, because he knew what his mom was going to say.

"what im reading a meme." taeyang poorly defended himself because the two just rolled their eyes.

jiyongs mom just gave jiyong his cereal and began.

"we've been distance lately, we just haven't talked. you don't let me know your friends, or even see them. you don't greet me after school. and why, why is that?" she said.

jiyong dropped his spoon. thinking that she was right. but didn't show his thought.

"IS IT BECAUSE MY SON IS GAY???!" she squealed in excitement.

"mom what the fu- uh heck, no!" jiyongs mom had a strict no cussing rule. but neither of the boys followed it.

jiyong saw how his mom's excited expression drop. and wow, his brother's did too.

"okay maybe a little." jiyong confessed. and all the faces in the room lit up with happiness.

they laughed and then and jiyong and his mom shared a hug. then jiyong had to go to school.

—

"come with me." seungri dragged jiyongs hand to the boys washroom, during lunch hour.

and there seungri made his decision.

seungri kissed him.

he kissed jiyong and jiyong was the one to pulled away again.
and guess what, almost left.

but seungri's grip got him.

"no, hyung, dont!" seungri commanded.

"i like you, you know. and i pray," seungri made those praying hands. "that you didnt just kiss me for your own gosh darn satisfaction. plus stop fucking running away." seungri's hands were now on jiyong's chest.

jiyong was blushing so hard, he rubbed his nape nervously. he didn't know what to say.

he told himself "speak idiot, speak." but all the escaped his mouth were some "urm"s or "uh"s.

seungri smiled, he'd never seen the flustered jiyong. jiyong smiled too, he'd never seen such a commanding seungri.

"um i l-like y-you, now can i run away." jiyong spoke. "yeah sure." seungri let go.

now seungri feel in love with jiyong's lips.