Eyes Closed (M)
G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Smut
PART 3: You Always Hurt the One You Love
A/N: All right this one is out before midnight for once! haha. This is finally a more Ji-Yong-centric part and I felt way too many feelings writing this but I hope you all enjoy none the less! xx
P.S. please by all means leave me your thoughts/comments about how you like/dislike how the story is going so far. I’d really love to know where I can improve and/or what things I am doing that you all like.
P.P.S this was the song that was playing in the car, give it a listen!
Sitting in the rear seat of the black tinted windowed SUV, Ji-Yong absentmindedly played with the threads that were poking out from the rip on the knees of his jeans. The men accompanying him in the car sat in a comfortable silence as they were all far too exhausted from having been woken up so early; at least early to them. Just when they got comfortable being home, they get ripped right out of their comfortable bed sheets only to be shipped off to some other city. Another city, another photoshoot and yet it was still the same monotonous thing over and over again.
Dawning his sunglasses Ji-Yong stared out the window and nodded his head to the faint sound of the music coming from the car speakers.
‘Haunted by secrets, my lips are sealed
All of your demons it turns out they’re real
The shadows on the wall, will watch me as I crawl
But you know how to make me come back
I’m just a monster that you’ll never fear’
He shook his head out of his thoughts; somehow they always managed to be about her. He couldn’t understand it really, he would drink to forget but he always remembered. Always. Even when he was drunk out of his mind he could swear he’d hear her call out to him, swear that he heard his phone go off and that it was her finally willing to talk to him. But somehow it always just managed to be his imagination. He thought it was like some kind of cruel joke his mind liked to play on him although he wasn’t sure if this was actually some sick, deep seeded pleasure he got from torturing himself or if he had just completely lost it. He couldn’t even sleep without seeing her, the only time he’d actually get a decent night’s rest was ironically when he was piss ass drunk, but even then the hallucinations of her in the room was like dangling forbidden fruit right before him that was always just barely out of reach. Like the other night at Seungri’s friend’s club he could have sworn he saw her in the distance intermingled with the other just as intoxicated people in the club. But from his seemingly permanent seat at the booth he knew she was just another hallucination; just a fever dream of attaining the unattainable. There’d even be instances when he’d actually get to the point in the night where he would ‘forget’ her long enough that’d he’d go home with someone for once, but in the end they were never good enough; they weren’t her. At times he’d even feel terrible because every single time without fail he’d picture her being the one he was taking out his frustrations on but none of his paramours or lovers alike could satiate the undeniable hunger within him. I guess ‘Misery’ simply loved the company but very rarely did he love to keep it.
‘Why won’t you ever let me leave?
Just fucking let me out
Every time that I’m out of reach she says “turn around”
“Yah, can you turn the music off…” he spoke.
The suddenness of his voice filling the car startled a sleeping Dae-Sung and Seungri; whom of which was drooling on Dae-Sung’s shoulder.
“Ahh, but Hyung that’s a good song it’s nice and mellow it was–”
“I can’t hear myself think” Ji-Yong cut off the maknae “besides I hate that song…”
Young-Bae threw him a half lidded side-eye.
“Yah Ji-Yongie-ah” the oldest of the five spoke up “If that song brings up bad memories you just have to say so…”
“Hyung!–” Ji-Yong readied himself to put up a fight, only for his actions to be cut short by a tired hand from Young-Bae on his shoulder.
“Hyung, do you really want to piss him off at this close of a proximity”
The eldest man simply shrugged and cozied himself up in his coat that was haphazardly strewn across his body.
Ji-Yong sighed and slouched back into his seat.
Seeing that the commotion had subsided the men returned to their previous positions as they tried to relax before a grueling day of getting unwillingly pampered and shoved into clothes that despite their appearance they were deceivingly itchy.
Ji-Yong sighed again and pulled his phone from his pant pocket, these days he had kept his distance from social media but every so often he liked to make an appearance to appease the masses on Instagram. Opening the app he scrolled through his photos to find a selfie he had taken previously, added a cute~ caption and posted it. As if almost instantaneously the number of likes he received was by the thousands; the thought of it almost made him want to chuckle. Curious what he had missed in his absence from the world of social media he decided to check the photos he had been tagged in; every now and again he’d find some kind of amazing fan art or just a hilarious edit of one of the members. Scrolling through there was a picture of him from an old concert here, a picture of him drunk with some fangirl there; just an unintentional collage of Ji-Yong. The further he scrolled the more he began to notice he had been tagged multiple times in some picture of two people kissing.
‘Dear god another dating rumor?’ He thought.
He kept scrolling past but seeing as I the amount of times he was tagged in that same picture, his curiosity had gotten the best of him. Only, I’m sure looking back he’d probably wish it hadn’t.
And as clear as day, there she was; just as beautiful as ever but in the arms of another man no less. He felt an array of emotions, just seeing her in that state and just the thought of what had probably occurred between the two of them later that night made him sick. Feeling like his heart had tanked to the floor, a jealousy from deep within began to rear it’s ugly head. Just what did this douche bag have that he didn’t? He had, had to endure the pain of seeing her in magazines gallivanting around with the annoyingly perfect men of Hollywood but this just seemed to hurt him more somehow.
He scrolled down to read the comments.
‘Omo, she is so lucky!~’
‘WHo is that with her???? Damn! *faints*’
‘I totally know who that is (¬‿¬)’
‘Wtf how does she date all these people?!!!!’
‘I wish someone would kiss me like that (ಥ﹏ಥ)’
‘Pfffft well if this isn’t a fuck you to that dragon guy ╭∩╮(^3^)╭∩╮’
‘Wait how do you know who that is with her???’
‘Haha that’s Suho from EXO! My friend was at that party, she said she saw them together most of the night. She said Alex was pretty drunk and her and Suho were just like all over eachother *shrugs*’
‘What party?! DETAILS PLEASE!’
‘Some grand opening to some new club in Gangnam. I don’t have much details other than that, my friend is the one that lives in Korea not me (ಥ_ಥ)’
‘Holy shit…’ Ji-Yong thought ‘So–so I did see her the other night…it wasn’t just some fucked up dream I had’
He bent over in his seat and placed his head between his hands, all this time– the past two days he had been mulling over and over again in his mind about that night when he thought he saw her and he actually had. He was mentally kicking himself for, for once not following his indiscretions and just going up to her. All this time, he could have heard her speak for the first time in months, he could have listen to her laugh, he could have been the one that was in that photo, he could have been the one that ended his night with her; but no, the better man had won.
‘Pffft, better man…’ he scowled ‘that ostentatious fuck…’
Sitting upright in his seat again, he clenched his jaw and balled up his fist so hard his knuckles went white. He couldn’t believe that once again this asshole was the cause to all his problems. He couldn’t believe that he was stupid enough not to realize she was actually within reach and once again he had let her go. His chest started heaving up and down harder and harder the angrier he got.
‘ARGH!’ he pulled back his arm and took a hard swing at the plastic frame of the car window and completely smashing it in the process.
The other men in the car just looked at each other awkwardly at the enraged man’s outburst.
Noticing the blood cascading from from his best friend’s hand, Young-Bae went wide eyed.
“What?!” he clenched his eyes shut and with a shaky, unbattered hand pulled out his pack of cigarettes.
“Not to make the situation worse but, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his best friend gestured with his hand “You crazy son of a bitch, look at your fucking hand! What the fuck Ji-Yong?!” rolling down the partition to the driver he demanded that he immediately take them to the hospital.
Managing to light his cigarette with one hand Ji-Yong spoke nonchalantly.
“Yah, Young-Bae I’m fine…I don’t even feel anything…”
“Don’t even feel– DID YOU ALSO LOSE YOUR FUCKING MIND IN THE PROCESS OF BREAKING YOUR FUCKING HAND BECAUSE THAT FUCKING WATERFALL OF BLOOD COMING DOWN YOUR ARM DOESN’T LOOK FINE TO ME!”
The other men in the car just continued to glance at each other awkwardly, not trying to make any sort of eye contact with the other two men.
“STOP FUCKING YELLING AT ME!”
“WELL I WOULDN’T HAVE TO IF YOU WEREN’T SO FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND–”
“YAH!” the eldest’s voice boomed “Young-Bae you yelling at this Pabo isn’t helping. Ji-Yong, what-the-fuck? What the hell could have happened to you in the past five minutes that you go and not only break the company car but you break your goddamn hand?!”
With the cigarette dangling between his lips, he let out a sardonic chuckle.
“Have a look for yourself…” he said barely above a whisper and tossed his phone in their general direction.
Upon arrival the doctor had diagnosed that Ji-Yong had a Boxer’s fracture; in short he had broken the first two knuckles of his right hand. After pulling out the shards of plastic, stitching up the gaping wounds on his hand and wrapping his hand and forearm up in a cast he was free to go.
He sat on the edge of the hospital bed in an almost catatonic state, staring blankly at the linoleum flooring solely being consumed by his thoughts.
Young-Bae and a very cautious Seungri walked into the room slightly alarmed at their friend’s zombie like state.
“Yah, Ji-Yong-ah the doctors said you’re free to go”
“We can go to TOP Hyung’s house and drink some wine and–”
“He’s not supposed to drink while he’s on the medication Hyung..” Seungri interjected.
Young-bae side eyed Seungri.
“We can watch a movie so you don’t have to make an effort to talk to us?”
Still no response.
Seungri stepped forward and took a shaky breath before speaking.
“Hyung, I failed you. If you wanna hit me go ahead, I deserve it” he preemptively winced.
Ji-Yong pushed him away “I’m fine let’s go..” and he hopped off the hospital bed
“But Hyung aren’t you mad at me?”
“No Seungri, I’m not mad at you…” he kept walking toward the door somberly.
Seungri and Young-Bae glanced at each other and walked out after him
“But Hyung don’t wanna hit me? It would make you feel better” the maknae cleared his throat.
Jiyong stopped in his tracks turning to face Seungri.
“The only thing that would make me feel worse is inflicting undeserved pain on someone who’s done nothing wrong to me” he turned on his heel and continued toward the exit.
The other two glanced at each other again, Young-Bae simply mouthed ‘Do something!’
“Hyung if you’re playing hard to get its working, just hit me! It’s ok i swear!”
Keeping to his onset silence, Seungri received no reply.
“Ok well if you’re not mad at me who are you mad at?!” Young-Bae smacked the maknae on the back of the head.
Not turning around he spoke in a monotone voice.
“Myself…” he pushed passed the frosted glass doors revealing a smiley Dae-Sung with a bouquet of flowers in hand and a just as ecstatic Seung-Hyun that were both happy to see their leader one piece; so to speak.
“Hey, there he is!” Dae-Sung motioned to hand over the flowers to Ji-Yong but he simply brushed him off and headed toward the town car in waiting.
“Aish, what’s with him?” Dae-Sung furrowed his brows “I thought the Oxycodone would’ve made him tolerable for once…you’d think that being who he is he wouldn’t let some girl get him like that..if I was her I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to get back with that mess of a ma–”
“Yah!” Seung-Hyun smacked him on the back of the head “go get in the car!”
Dae-Sung rubbed the back of his head and mutter incoherent nothings to himself.
Walking up to the older man, Young-Bae placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed. Watching his best friend slide inside of the car, he couldn’t help but feel pity for him. He felt somewhat guilty. He had known she was back in Seoul, he knew about her and Suho but he didn’t tell Ji-Yong because he felt like he was protecting him; but it made him wonder if he was more so protecting himself. Protecting himself from what he wasn’t sure.
“What are we gonna do Hyung?”
Seung-Hyun blew a puff of air from his mouth “I really don’t know, I didn’t think he could get any worse but this just takes the cake”
Young-Bae bit his lip and nodded.
“Would talking to her at this point even help?” the eldest man raised an eyebrow.
The dreaded man sighed again “Honestly, Hyung I don’t think that’d make it any better. I know he says he always says he just wants to see her but truthfully I think talking her would make him worse if that’s even humanly possible…besides I’m pretty sure that is a lost cause”
This time the eldest man nodded.
“I spoke to Tim the day after the club and he told me Suho had come back that morning and checked on her and that he was laying it on pretty thick; flowers in hand and all–”
“Pfft, Jesus…” Seung-Hyun raised his eyebrows.
“He also told me that she texted Tim later that night telling him about how excited she was for tonight, that Suho was supposedly coming back from Paris and he was going to take her on a ‘real’ date..”
“Wah…that guy’s not fucking around huh?”
Young-Bae shook his head “Aish, Hyung I just wish he would stop being so stupid and talk to her! I mean I know why she doesn’t want to talk to him but if he really did love her as much as he complains about all the time then why not fight for her instead of letting this stupid picture get to him?! While he’s over here breaking shit for no other reason other than letting his fucking ego get in the way, this douche is over here getting the girl. The more Ji-Yong mopes and sulks in his own self pity, the further away she’s getting”
The older man shrugged.
“I can’t let this happen, not just because Ji-Yong is my best friend but I also just straight up don’t trust that guy. Tim and I both agree that we feel like he’s up to something…I just don’t know what it is yet”
Seung-Hyun replaced his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and nodded his head. He didn’t really know what to say, while he loved Ji-Yong he hated this self-destructive monster he had become; he hated the entire situation to be honest. The entire thing had him confused, being that Ji-Yong was the one that ended things to begin with he didn’t entirely blame her for wanting nothing to do with him. On the other hand, knowing how much he loved her and how much he regretted letting her go for no other reason other than being a complete coward, he wanted his friends to be just like they were when they first started dating; up until that point he hadn’t seen Ji-Yong as happy as he was in a long time. Now, all he saw was the pathetic shell of a man he once called his friend, this new Ji-Yong wasn’t the same guy he had know since they were kids. He always feared that one day or another one of them would let their celebrity status get to their heads and being at the place Ji-Yong was at the time, he never would have guessed that G-Dragon was there to stay once the stage lights shut off. Now more so than ever. He never minded Ji-Yong’s partying ways, or his promiscuity but when it got to the point where G-Dragon became his scapegoat and it was his catalyst for hurting Alex, he just slowly began to resent him. Seung-Hyun knew everything, he knew about every spat, every little fight, every time they’d say words they never meant to each other; he knew everything.
“WHERE IS SHE?” Ji-Yong cried.
“Ji-Yong calm down” Young-Bae tried to pacify his extremely intoxicated friend.
“Yah! Young-Bae I fucked up, I FUCKED UP” he wailed with hot tears streaming down his face “I lost her, I FUCKING LOST HER”
“Ji-Yong, jinja calm-down”
“How the fuck do you want me to calm down when I ruined everything?! Ahh Young-Bae, I’m done!”
“Done with what?” he furrowed his brows.
“With this, with everything! I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just let me drink until I can’t fucking feel anything anymore…I don’t want to feel anything…I’m fucking useless, all I do is fuck everything up”
“No you don’t what the hell are you talking about?”
“I-I screwed up” Ji-Yong slurred his words “she hates m-me, she hates me…”
“Ok listen to me” Young-Bae took his best friend’s face between his hands “you are fucking drunk, just stop talking for a second and think about what you’re saying”
“All I do is make her cry…” he said absentmindedly, completely ignoring his friend’s pleas.
“Ok, Ji-Yong listen to me” taking his friend’s face in his hands again “Stay right here and drink this water ok? Give me a second a I’ll be right back”
Ji-Yong simply nodded as he cradled himself back and forth on the hotel room bed.
Stepping into the bathroom Young-bae pulled out his phone and quickly searched for Alex’s number. The phone rang three times before he got an answer.
‘Hello?’ her voice sounded hoarse.
“Alex? Where are you?”
‘I’m with Jackson, Tim and Saige, why?’
“I really need you to come back to your room, please it’s Ji-Yong”
A short pause came before she spoke ‘why…I don’t want to talk to him right now. Besides my flight back home is in like 45 minutes so, no”
“Flight back home? What do y–” he heard a crash from the other room.
‘What was that?’
“Shit…” he swore under his breath.
“Please just come back to your room, I don’t have time to explain!”
He hung up his phone and rushed back into the other room to find Ji-Yong held a broken bottle of whiskey in a bloodied hand.
“Ji-Yong what the hell?!” he rushed to his best friend’s side “No, no! Put that down! Jinga look at your hand!”
Ji-Yong swayed in place and sniffled “i-it’s not that bad, see” he held out his bloodied hand toward his friend.
Just then a pounding came from the front door. Young-Bae rushed to open the door, revealing an Alex who looked out of breath..
“What the hell is going on?” she spoke as Young-Bae closed the door behind her.
Not being able to stand his ground Ji-Yong swayed back and forth and stared at her in awe.
“Oh my god Ji-Yong you’re bleeding!” she took several steps toward him and grasped the wrist of his bleeding hand.
Not even batting an eye he continued to stare at her the words that were coming out of her mouth went completely unheard.
“Oh my god um ok” she pulled him toward the bathroom “Young-Bae what the hell?! Why did you let him do this to himself?!”
“Let him?! I was trying to keep him from doing anything stupid, and the one second I take my eyes off of him, to call you by the way, he does this shit!” he threw his hands up.
She shook her head “can you at least find me a first aid kit or something? I need to get these little pieces of glass out of his hand”
Young-Bae nodded and headed out the front door.
“Tsk, Ji-Yong what the hell is wrong with you?” she held up his hand toward the light to get a better view “Here, let’s at least try to wash the blood off”
Running his hand under the faucet, he’d wince every now and again but still he would always manage to find his way back to staring at her; admiring her facial features.
“Ahh, ahh!” he winced again.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry!” she looked at him with pleading eyes.
As if completely forgetting the shards of glass in his left hand, he cupped her face with the other hand and stared into her eyes before leaning in for a kiss.
“Ji-Yong, no…” she pulled away from him “your timing is terrible, you really think that just because you’re and idiot with blood gushing out of your hand that means I’m not upset with you?”
He closed his eyes and threw his head back.
“What were you thinking anyway? You could have really hurt yourself…”
“Would you have cared if I had?” he opened his eyes and leaned against the counter.
“What the hell is that supposed to–You know what, I don’t want to fight with you anymore I just really want this night to be over” she sighed.
He pushed himself off of the counter and stood right before her, once again staring into her eyes. He weighed his options in his mind before he bit his lip and went in for another kiss, only this time actually making contact. Deepening the kiss he placed his good hand on the nape of her neck and backed her up against the wall behind her. She hesitantly placed a hand on his bare shoulder and then moved up it into his hair. Pulling away to kiss her neck, he smiled to himself.
“Mmm, Ji-Yong what about your–hng–hand?”
“Fuck my hand…” he spoke into her skin.
She let out a small whimper “I’m serious Ji-Yong”
“So am I” he took his hand from her neck and placed it beneath one of her thighs and raised her leg up toward his waist.
She threw her head back as her eyes rolled back into her head “Young-Bae is going to be back any second…”
“We have to hurry then…” he took his hand and moved it up underneath her long hoodie and hooked his fingers around her underwear and yanked them off. He pulled away from her neck and looked her in the eyes and smiled, placing a peck upon her lips he reached between the two of them and attempted to undo his pants with one hand with no such luck.
“Uhm, could ya help me out a bit” he let out a chuckle.
She sighed and complied undoing the button and zipper to his pants.
Going back in for another passionate kiss he pulled down his boxer briefs and pumped himself before entering her causing her to gasp into the kiss.
Not giving her time to adjust he started pulling in and out at a fast pace, completely forgetting about his mangled left hand that he rested against the wall.
Her moans began to fill the bathroom as they reverberated off of the walls, he pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back letting out a few of his own grunts and groans.
“Oh holy fuck…” his eyes rolled back into his head “I’m sorry for what I said earlier baby”
She let out a whimper “Ji-Yong, shut–the fuck–up”
He chuckled before he let out a loud moan “oh fuck, babe–fuck–I think I’m gonna cum”
“Already?” she said breathlessly.
He looked at her through half lidded eyes “Yes already–shiiiiit–I’m surprised I could even get it up I’m pretty fucked up right now”
She raised an eyebrow “that makes two of us”
His moans began to get louder and louder, he usually wasn’t one to be super vocal during sex but when he was she took far too much enjoyment out of it.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket causing her to pull it out to check who had messaged her.
“Mmm–really? You’re gonna–ung–check your phone right now?!”
She let out a moan as he picked up the pace “oh my fuuuck– oh shit it’s–ung–Young-Bae”
“I said–oh Jesus H. Christ– I said it’s Young-Bae” she whimpered “He’s–he’s comiiing!”
“Shiit” he threw his head back again.
“J-Ji Yong you have like 45 seconds to get your shit together”
He breathlessly nodded his head and began to pound into her harder and harder until he could feel her clenching around his dick signaling that she was just as close as he was.
“Come on baby–fuck–cum for me”
Pulling him in closer causing her to leave scratch marks along his back she could feel that warm pit in her stomach beginning to build before she completely unraveled around him. Seeing her in complete ecstasy and feeling her clenching around his dick was all it took for him to become undone. Riding out their highs, Ji-Yong slowly pulled out as his chest was heaving up and down rapidly.
“Shit sorry, I was going to pull out before I came..” he said out of breath.
Just as winded he was, she pushed herself off the wall and with shaky legs made her way toward the shower and pulled off the detachable shower head to clean up.
He made his way toward her and held her from behind before placing a kiss on the top of her head.
She simply nodded her head in a delayed reply.
“Why–” he cleared his throat “why do you always come back to me?”
She turned toward him “I don’t know…maybe out of stupidity?…”
“You could have easily just let me bleed all over the place, flown home and not cared”
“I guess that’s my problem…”
“I care too much…” she sighed “I can’t just leave you alone, what if you had hurt yourself worse than you did tonight? I couldn’t let myself live with that weight on my shoulders if something had happened to you…I would never want you to hurt in any sense of the word”
He nodded his head “But what about when I hurt you? Doesn’t it make you angry? Doesn’t it make you want to walk away for good”
“Of course it does, and sometimes I wonder if you do it on purpose because you want me to end things because you’re too much of a coward to. You are probably the biggest, most narcissistic pain in my ass that I have ever met and yet still no matter what and out of sheer lunacy I will always come back to you. Because I unfortunately fell in love with you…”
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
The car ride to Ji-Yong’s penthouse was a silent one, no one dared to utter a single word. When they arrived to his building Ji-Yong hopped out without a single ‘good-bye’ and headed toward the lobby; Seungri and Young-Bae followed suit behind him.
Seungri cleared his throat “Hyung, are you feeling hungry?”
“No…” he said in a monotone voice, not turning to face either man.
“Cause if you are thre is no need to be shy about it! I’ll even cook the meat just for you!”
“Yah, Ji-Yong-ah you need to eat something eventually, you can’t be on the medication without it” Young-Bae furrowed his brow.
“I said I’m fine…” he said walking into the elevator and pressing the button to his floor; the other two quickly hopped inside before the doors could close.
Seungri and Young-Bae awkwardly glanced at each other, both determined to get their gloomy friend to at least crack a smile.
“You know” Young-Bae smiled “now that you have that cast and everything, you can lie and say you fought a bear or something”
Ji-Yong let a puff of air out through his nose.
“Yea Hyung, you could say anything! I mean you could also say you punched a car but just leave out the reason why” Young-Bae smacked him on the back of the head.
Ji-Yong raised an eyebrow.
“Hyung…If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think she’s very happy with that guy anyway. Pretty sure I heard Rowan ask her that night what the whole deal with that guy was and Alex just said ‘wait what guy?’
Finally he cracked a smile.
Seeing the reaction he got from his Hyung the maknae continued with more feeling.
“AND, from what Sasha had told me Alex isn’t staying that far away from here”
Ji-Yong went wide eyed and turned to look at the maknae.
Seungri wiggled his eyebrows.
“Whoa ok slow your roll there wingman” Young-Bae interjected “Don’t really think adding stalker to the broken fist is a good idea. I think he’s done enough for one day”
“Tsk, come on Hyung!”
Young-Bae looked at the hopeful look in his best friend’s eyes and sighed.
“Look if you really want to talk to her, go tomorrow huh? I don’t think seeing you in a Chanel dress shirt covered in your own blood is a good look for anybody”
Ji-Yong looked down at his shirt.
“Ok he’s got a point there Hyung…” the maknae eyed him up and down.
The doors to the elevator opened up to Ji-Yong’s floor and the three of them continued onto the hallway toward Ji-Yong’s place. Reaching his front door, he pulled out his keycard and opened the door and before the other two could come in Ji-Yong paused and turned to face the other two.
“Thanks for looking out for me like you guys did today”
“Hyung did I just imagine it or did he actually thank us for something?”
“You know what Seungri I think he did” Young-Bae smiled.
“I know I haven’t been the best leader to you all, let alone best friend in the past few months but I want you know know that I sincerely appreciate you all putting up with me…”
“That’s all we’ve been wanting to hear!”
“Any time Hyung-ie~!”
“With that being said, I want to be alone” Ji-Yong stepped inside and slammed the door before either of the other two could get a word in edgewise.
After the events that took place throughout the day, Ji-Yong wanted nothing more than to pour himself into bed. Getting to his room he shut the curtains, turned off the lights and mid taking off his shirt he winced at a sharp pain shot right up his arm; he had forgotten he broken his knuckles.
“Tsk, well I guess this is ruined” he muttered to himself observing the damage he had done to his favorite dress shirt.
He tossed it in the general direction of his waste basket and plopped face first into his bed. When had he gotten to this point in his life? When did he begin to feel so lonely in a room of thousands? The ironic thing was that he found solace when he was actually alone. Truthfully he had nothing to complain about, he had it all: fame, money, souped up cars, even all the women he could ask for. But despite everything he had, there was still one thing he was missing; her.
He rolled over on his back and pulled out his phone from his pant pocket, scrolling through his photos he’d found some silly pictures he had taken of the members, the further he scrolled the more fond memories came clamoring back into his head. But there was one 30 second, black and white video at the end of his camera roll he never remembered taking. He pressed the play button and it was just himself on his bed staring into the camera. The Ji-Yong in the video looked to someone outside of the frame and smiled.
‘Babe what are you doing?’ the voice laughed.
‘Nothing just waiting for you’ he smiled again.
‘You are such a weirdo’ the voice laughed again.
‘Yea but you’re the one who made the mistake in dating me so–’ he raised up out of frame and when he came back down onto the bed he brought a giggling Alex down on top of him. He briefly kissed her before he tucked a wet piece of hair behind her ear. He moved the camera closer to their faces.
‘Eww Ji-Yong no, I look so gross right now I just got out of the shower’
‘No way, I honestly wish you could see how I see you through my eyes’
‘But if you’re looking at the world through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags’
He smiled again ‘I love you’
She sighed ‘I guess I love you too’ her eyes flickered to the camera ‘Okay, let’s just turn this off now’
‘No baby wai–’
His screen cut back to the thumbnail.
Of all the stupid things he had done thus far in his life, his biggest regret was the day he let her go.