[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 17: Reasons

Summary:

There are no excuses in breaking hearts, only reasons.
You can't break a heart, its always two of them.

Chapter Text

It's the day they're supposed to meet. Seungri holds his cue cards tight, his hair is being done.

He didn't see him coming. It's when he turned around and their gazes met.

Jiyong looks at him. For the first time in four years, his eyes seemed giving up.

And for the first time in four years, Seungri's are full of determination.

***

"Your new album," Seungri starts. He is holding Jiyong's new album, the cover colors gold with splashes of red because that was what Jiyong thought as view of heartbreak. Rich and bleeding. "Can you explain to us about it?"

Seungri holds his gaze upon him, Jiyong wants to break apart.

"FALLEN," Jiyong says but answers are trapped in his throat, escaping his fuzzy brain. "Is all about heartbreaks."

"Interesting," Seungri tells the audience and he smiles. "Who dare to break G-Dragon's heart?"

The girls in front row laugh, Seungri seems to please with himself. That alone gives Jiyong a little pump he thinks he can hold onto until the show is done.

"It's been four years since your last activity as a singer," the disbandment still tastes bitter in his tongue, but Seungri fights. "How does it feel to come back?"

"Nervous," Jiyong shrugs. "Like this is my first time."

"But this isn't. You've had solo activities before."

"Yeah," Jiyong's smile falter but Seungri's gaze has shifted to the square in his hand, finger tracing the cover quietly. "But this one is different."

"Why?"

"It has ten songs and all of them are about heartbreaks."

Seungri hums eventhough Jiyong doesn't answer the question.

***

"Can I ask you something, hyung?" Seungri's voice was soft and there's fear in it that was visible enough for Jiyong to see; to sense.

"Sure," Jiyong put his pen down. Seungri's hair was a bit long and Jiyong thought of what hairstyle would suit his –their –new song he's working on, the one titled Blue. "What is it, maknae?"

Seungri looked hesitant. "When you write down all the sad songs –"

"You don't like it?" Jiyong cut him in because he didn't like it. He didn't like the idea of Seungri not liking his sad songs; Jiyong couldn't take the thought of Seungri not liking him.

"No, it's not it," Seungri was quick to answer, he's in urgent to ask. "I want to ask if that's because you want to forget or because you want toremember...them."

To be honest, Jiyong didn't know why; never thought of why. Jiyong wore his scars the way he wore his tattoos; carved in black bold ink on his skin, hidden beneath his shirt but visible enough if you looked closely. Jiyong loved the rough edges of his broken heart, owned every piece of it proudly.

Jiyong embraced his scattered heart with drinks and cigarettes; there were just never reasons of it.

"Maybe both."

Maybe.

***

"Ten songs," Seungri reads his cue cards. "The first one is Great Wall, can you tell us about it?"