[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 15: Poignant

Summary:

No matter how well educated a man is, one will never shrink away from glimmer of hope. It doesn't matter if you're suffering cancer, or jobless, or starving, or lost; when someone tells you there's chance, you'll strive for it despite the risks it might bring.

Chapter Text

No matter how well educated a man is, one will never shrink away from glimmer of hope. It doesn't matter if you're suffering cancer, or jobless, or starving, or lost; when someone tells you there's chance, you'll strive for it despite the risks it might bring.

That's how Jiyong found himself, in ripped jeans and worn out Vans' shoes, standing in front of Yang Hyun Suk's office. He knew better than bothering his boss –or even worse, his old friend –with disaster to come, but he was the only person he could think of other than Seungri.

Oh, how Jiyong wished things were different and he would be squeezing his brain out to win Seungri in stupid tic-tac-toe game on their coffee table.

He knocked, twice.

"Jiyong?" Yang Hyun Suk was wearing his casual shirt, without his usual hat. He was working until late again, but it's normal in their industry; in life they chose to be. "Are you in trouble?"

Was it his lack of smile or his slumped shoulder, Jiyong didn't know. He had had enough of things his mind refused to process about.

"I guess I am."

"Are you the trouble?"

"Yes," Jiyong didn't even hesitate. "I certainly am."

"Come in."

***

"Do you like it?"

Jiyong tried his best not to smile. "This?"

"Yeah," Seungri's eyes trailed the movement –waving –of paper Jiyong was holding. "I kinda tried."

"To write a song?"

"Not a song yet," Seungri's bangs were a bit longer now he didn't make time to see their hairstylist yet. "Just words."

"Words?" Jiyong placed the sheet between them, finger dancing on dried ink of lines and dots. "Pretty sure I am seeing melodies too."

Seungri shrugged. "I had vision for the chorus."

"Only for the chorus?"

The younger man nodded. "Will you look at it?"

"I am."

"I mean like...maybe...making it into something?"

"By something you meant song?"

"Anything," Seungri pushed the paper back to Jiyong's hand. "I trust you."

Jiyong fought the urge to ask why.

It was twenty-seven lines Jiyong made into a song the day Seungri officially moved to Japan, the song he insisted on putting in his new album. It's a heartbeat Jiyong dared to show up to everyone and maybe, if he's lucky, Seungri.

***

Jiyong claps his hands while laughing. Choi Seunghyun walks through his hotel door at 8.21, nine minutes early than their actual appointment at 8.30.

"Did you accidentally set your alarm wrong or today is apocalypse?"

Seunghyun smacks his head. "Shut up."

"Yeah, Mr. Artholic," Jiyong snickers. "What do you want?"

"Sleep, honestly," Seunghyun yawns shamelessly. "I barely survived the talking."