[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 10: The Mistake

Summary:

One night, one kiss, one mistake. A beginning of disaster, an ending of forever.

Chapter Text

"I've known you for years," Seunghyun spat out, almost in disgust. But Jiyong had known him for years too to know that he's hurt instead of anything else. "You're fucking stupid, Jiyong."

"Then you clearly don't know me."

"I bet you don't even know yourself," Seunghyun yanked him by his collar but Jiyong's heart was already in pieces so nothing could possibly hurt more. "You want Seungri to –What was in your stupid brain?!"

"Seungri," Jiyong looked at him in the eyes but he only saw red dots and grey surroundings. "It was Seungri."

Seunghyun sighed and hugged his friend tight. "What happened? Can you just tell me what's this all about?"

"Me," Jiyong wanted to bite his nail because his stomach scrunched up in nervousness, in emptiness. "It's me."

***

If I'm not in BIGBANG, I will be Seungri's manager.

Jiyong liked to know where he was, what Seungri had done, what he was wearing, what's his schedule next, whom he'd be meeting with, what kind of party he would attend next, where he bought that sparkling shoes, how many cherries he wanted on his birthday cake, how was his business going, what's his idea of their next album, which color Seungri thought would suit Jiyong, why he wanted to try that kind of food, who was that girl standing next to him in that picture, when was their next trip to Japan.

Jiyong liked to know everything about Seungri, he loved knowing everything about Seungri. Jiyong wanted to know as much as possible that Seungri often rolled his eyes at him.

"Even my manager doesn't act like you," he laughed as Jiyong shook his head at his choice of tie.

"Your manager isn't as good in fashion as me. Try this one."

"Pink?" Seungri questioned in disbelief but he put it on because he trusted Jiyong in it; he believed in him in many things that often left Jiyong smiled because he would never believe in himself as much as Seungri did. Maybe that's another reason why he liked Seungri that much –because Seungri watched him moving as if Jiyong carried a star in his arms; sparkling, mesmerizing.

The only time Seungri didn't believe in him was when Jiyong told him that he wasn't good enough. That he was tired enough, sick enough to continue. That maybe after all these times, he wasn't meant for anything they've been fighting for.

You're enough for me, hyung.

Jiyong had done breaking down his walls and his head spun in alcohol effect, in things he couldn't comprehend with his young mind, with his too bruised heart.

You don't have to be anyone else with me, hyung.

Jiyong snuggled closer to Seungri, finally had something to grasp, steady enough to sleep.

Kwon Jiyong is enough for Lee Seunghyun.

Jiyong never told him but he recalled it everytime the downfall tugged him deep, that he'd hold onto Seungri's whispers that night, that he'd cling shamelessly to Seungri's soft wrecked voice, that he'd play the image in his head about his dongsaeng shielding him tight from the world.

***

"You look terrible."

Jiyong didn't have to look up to see the owner of that voice, he'd have it memorized for long.