[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 12: Broken Dream

Summary:

A dream with heartbeats.
A forgotten dream.
A broken dream.
A dream.

Chapter Text

When it's spring, Seungri would be able to see cherry blossom trees from his apartment window. If he's lucky, some pink petals would find a way to his balcony, laying there long enough for Seungri to touch until the next blow of the wind took them flying again.

It's beautiful view, something that often sent his mind far away to the day when Jiyong promised him about date in the park.

To the sleepy voice, thick with cigarette and their next hit song against his nape.

It's beautiful.

Seungri knew that Jiyong was talking about walking under blossoming trees.

Not him.

Never him.

***

"Four years ago," Seungri shakes his head, tears don't spill but memories are scattered on the floor, threatening to piece themselves together again anytime. "It's been four years, Jiyong."

"But we never –"

"We never."

Jiyong falls silent, but the tension screams loud enough for both of them.

"Hyung," Seungri reaches for him, his heart dares to look at Jiyong and it hurts. Things are complicated and it hurts. "We can't go back."

Jiyong looks away as if he's throwing away all the broken pieces laying in between them two. "We can't."

***

Seungri used to hear different kind of music, loved to hum to a song he didn't fully understand about, blasting the melody through his iPod, pretending like he's the best singer on earth.

"I'm surprised that you quit singing," his friend sighed. "You seemed to like it a lot."

Seungri laughed because he's his old friend, the one used to trained together for dancing when he was so young, too young to understand that entertainment industry was not as good as it seemed.

"You can go back to dancing," he teased him. "But I guess you're too busy with the business, huh?"

Seungri grins. "Oh, you know, I dance every night."

"Not in the club, Seunghyun."

"I know, I was just kidding," Seungri sipped his drink. "I am enjoying my life being an MC right now."

"I see that," his friend patted his back. "But you seemed to enjoy your life more before."

"It's just –"

"Bigbang?"

It's just singing means Jiyong.

It's just dancing means Jiyong.

It's just working in music means Jiyong.

It's just it was Jiyong, it's still Jiyong.

It's just Jiyong.

It was Jiyong.

"I don't feel comfortable enough to sing by myself."

I can't sing without remembering you.

I can't sing without you.

I can't listen to the songs without hearing you.