[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 21: The Absence of Ignorance

"I don't know what you're gonna do without me," Seungri rolled his eyes. He removed the wet cloth from Jiyong's forehead to check the temperature with the back of his hand. "Aren't you supposed to be the one baby-ing me?"

Jiyong chuckled, the earth was moving beneath him eventhough he lay on his bed. His blood was cold and hot and cold again within minutes. "You have to give up that personal nurse obsession."

"Said someone who worship a nurse painting," Seungri's voice drifting in and out of Jiyong's mind.

"It's not just a painting, Seungri."

"Are you giving me art lecture?"

"Yes."

"You're talking to the wrong Seunghyun then."

Jiyong's hand roamed the sheet to find Seungri's. He loved the way Seungri's pulse quickened when he held his wrist. If he could open his eyes, he'd see Seungri's eyes widened. To the thought, he smiled.

He loved that.

He knew he would always do.

"You're smiling," Seungri's forehead came to rest on his chest. "Something funny?"

Jiyong thought of the butterflies in his stomach when Seungri came home. The way his lips pouted as he scolded Jiyong for smoking again. I was just gone for a day, hyung, Seungri's voice was stern. And you had gotten sick.

Through his half-lided eyes, he had seen Seungri stacked up the papers on the carpet. The floor moved beneath his feet like water when Seungri dragged him to the bed.

I didn't know I was sick, Jiyong muttered when Seungri asked why he didn't tell anyone he's running fever. Seungri came up with pills, wet towel and a small bin he picked from the corner of Jiyong's room.

I'll stick around to make sure you won't touch it, he grumbled as he threw Jiyong's pack of cigarette in it.

"Nothing," Jiyong grinned. "Not funny at all."

I don't know what I'm going to do without you, he thought as he's slowly giving up.

***

By the time they finished eating, Jiyong has many new things to memorize.

Seungri will be attending the grand opening of his newest branch of Aori Ramen next month. He didn't go to Korea often but he visits his parents every once in a while and he would love to spend this Christmas in Seoul. He lives by himself, he doesn't trust the apartment's laundry service. His house, the one Jiyong came into few days ago, still needs some stuff to fill it. Jiyong suggested him a pet and Seungri laughed. He was thinking more about decoration, not something that will chew on his socks while he's out.

Jiyong exchanged informations too. He's planning to have a world tour, this time, with many countries in Europe. He owns three cats and they're all living with Dami. He is writing songs for YG's newest girlgroup and one of them is Seungri's fan. Seungri smiled and Jiyong saw twinkle in his eye that reminded him of the old Seungri he used to have within his grasp.

"I'll drive you back to your hotel," Seungri says as Jiyong pays their bill, insisted on it to make up for Seungri's treat when he was drunk. "Or wherever you're staying."

"Hotel," Jiyong tells him. The idea of Seungri knows nothing about him feels bitter and he doesn't like it. He loves Seungri who will answer 100 questions about him correctly, even things he doesn't know himself.

Seungri nods. "Show me the way, captain."

***

Seungri's face was red. It was a brief touch but he's breathing hard. Their lips were centimeters apart and Jiyong's head was pounding.