[Nyongtory] [GRI]Reunion

Chapter 34: Outro

Fifty–eight.

That's how many days had passed since Seungri's leaving.

It's been fifty days since Jiyong got discharged from the hospital. Sitting on his rocking chair, Jiyong wonders if Seungri's promise was just as empty as his house now. If whatever it was –he couldn't remember clearly –has anything to do with a regret or an attempt to forget.

He picks his phone and counts to ten.

Still no messages.

***

Seungri's suitcase is not heavy but he feels weary nonetheless. He hears the speaker announces the next flight to Hong Kong to be delayed for fifteen minutes and a family in front of him sigh in unison.

His sneakers today is tosca that matches neither his shirt nor his pants. He wishes nobody would snap a picture and make him as tomorrow's joke all over the media.

"Your passport, Sir."

"Oh, here."

"Enjoy your flight."

Seungri wants to, of course.

***

I wish I could meet you in my dreams

And love you again

Just like this.

***

Jiyong throws another paper plane to the air, watching them fly the land in random pattern on his carpet.

He should be writing, words don't want to shut up in his head but he doesn't want to. Everytime he writes, no matter how good it's started, he couldn't seem to find a good end. He has to do something or else he'll fly out with his car. Maybe to Seunghyun's house. Maybe to Youngbae's, but he will disturb the family. Daesung is not usually available after 5 p.m., unfortunately.

Or he could just go out and be wherever his feet wants him to be.

But he doesn't feel like putting effort for being in incognito.

Feeling stranded, he lies down and closes his eyes. He can feel paper planes scattered around him like dead butterflies.

Where do you want to be?

It's Seungri's voice from ten years ago, when they stood in front of a huge world map.

Los Angeles.

We'll be there in two days, hyung.

So? The faster we get there, the sooner we'll be done.

Then where would you rather be?

Jiyong stares at the ceiling. "With you," he says out loud.

***

Seungri remembers the path like the back of his hand. He's been tracing it countless times in his head. He's been counting days.

"Seungri?"

He blinks. "What."

"Should I kick you out?" his manager rolls his eyes.

***

"Do you love me?"

"I do."

"How much?"

"That much."

"So much?"

"Too much."

***

Kwon Jiyong doesn't know what's more terrifying, the fact that he is seeing Lee Seungri standing in his front porch or the realization that he just drank a bottle of wine and this could be just part of his imagination that woud only leave him feel even more miserable later.