[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 14: Puzzle Pieces

Summary:

"What if...," Seungri stares at the window. "...you didn't kick me out?"

Chapter Text

He was looking at him, waiting for scolding, instructions, corrections, except suddenly he wasn't. He was looking at him past beyond all the words flooding from his mouth.

He was looking at him and the world faded.

"Are you listening, Seungri?"

Seungri blinked. "Yes, yes I am."

Jiyong frowned at him. Beads of sweat trickled down on his cheeks. "You're spacing out, maknae."

Seungri braced himself for harsh words but it never came. Instead, Jiyong pulled him to stand up and patted his hair.

"Are you feeling unwell?" he asked eventhough he knew Seungri would never admit any weakness of him.

"No," the younger said. He didn't tell him how hard his heart thumping against his ribcage either. "I'm fine."

***

"What if...," Seungri stares at the window. "...you didn't kick me out?"

His middle name is crowd. In people, Seungri finds comfort; a hiding place for all his emotions. Often under the spotlight he finds himself soaring with fake laughter.

Solitary makes him think. But then again, that's what Daesung had told him to do.

He bounces on his feet, trying to shake his mind off of things he doesn't really want to think about.

"What if you didn't let me go?" he whispers to no one.

Just like that, his heart asks. Did Jiyong really?

"What if I never fell in love with you, hyung?"

Jiyong is the most beautiful what if Seungri cannot really stop wondering about.

***

"You actually like my jokes," Seungri grinned cheekily. Jiyong rolled his eyes and muttered ridiculous.

Seungri laughed. "Admit it, I caught you staring at me."

"I'm staring at you," Jiyong smirked and he did, staring at Seungri, two hands on the younger's cheeks, distance so close their nose barely touching. "I like staring at you."

"Why...is that?" Seungri didn't stand a chance to pretend he wasn't shaking.

"Because you're looking at me too," Jiyong pulled away.

"Everybody does that," Seungri shrugged. "You're G-Dragon."

"You're my number one fan."

"I am."

Jiyong patted his head. "Good. You're special."

Seungri beamed.

"I win the flirting game again," Jiyong pulled away, watching the younger male's smile turned to pout. "Why are you even seungri?"

"You can't win me in cuteness."

"No, Seunghyun hyung already did."

Seungri rolled his eyes. "He is the tallest three year-old. What's so cute about it?"

"Daesung in second place."

"He is," Seungri huffs in frustration. "Fine, I'm on third place."

"Oh? Says who?"