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From what Taeyang had said, it seemed like Jiyong was sleeping with KimDe because he began to wake up without Jiyong by his side.

He would wake up and spread his hand wide where Jiyong’s body would normally be. He was like a dog that would wag his tail when he saw his master.

Next night

Seungri grudgingly pulled on his pj bottoms and threw one of his favorite sweatshirts that he stole from Jiyong and took the stairs that led to the roof. He lay down and star gazed. He quickly lost track of time and thoughts, his mind wandered. Sounds of tires pulling up in the driveway broke Seungri’s peace. Tempo and his girlfriend, Park Bom, voices were heard and along with Jiyong's and another girls voice. He closed his eyes and began to hum a lullaby that Jiyong would hum if he was having a bad dream. His eyebrows cinched together and he bit his lip.
Jiyong stepped out of the car with KimDe, laughing in response to what Tempo had said. Park Bom had her arm around Tempos waist and vice versa. They walked into the warm house to find Daesung and Taeyang curled up on the same couch, one at either end, playing video games. They glanced up briefly before continuing the game, not giving the other the slight chance to get ahead.
“Yah!” Jiyong went and stood in front of the T.V. screen.
“Oppa!” She went over to Daesung and gave him a hug. He gave her one back, holding her tightly then reluctantly letting her go. Taeyang smiled at here and waved. She did the same.
“There’s grub in the fridge, Seungri made it.” Daesung pointed out before turning his attention back to the T.V. screen.
“Speaking of which, where is Seungri anyways, he’s only heard KimDe’s name and nothing else, doesn’t he want to meet her?” Jiyong looked at Taeyang then Daesung.
“Ahh Seungri is in you two’s room.”
“Well, make yourself comfortable.” Jiyong left KimDe’s side and headed to the back of the house. KimDe sat down and watched Daesung and Taeyang play Tekken while Tempo and Bom curled up on the other couch. Jiyong lengthened his strides as he passed through the kitchen to get to the sleeping rooms. Dancing a little as he walked, Jiyong spun in a circle before sliding forward on the tiled floor of the kitchen. His face couldn’t possibly get any more radiant. “Seuu~ngr-goon! Where are you~,” he sang as he did a continuous wave motion with his arms while walking sidewise down the hallway, making him look quite like an octopus. His head bobbed up and down and moved side to side to the same imaginary beat of Watch Out by Brown Eyed Girls. Stopping before the door to their shared room, Jiyong placed his hand on the doorknob and turned, slowly opening it just incase Seungri was sleep.
    “Maknae?” Receiving no response, Jiyong opened the door further and flicked on the light. As the room was filled with florescent glow, washing over the floor and bed, the first thing Jiyong registered was how clean the room was. Normally, their room was a mess, up until they were made aware of a house visit from YG or from some sort of camera crew. The second, and much more important, thing he noticed was the lack of another body in the room.
            “Seungri?” Jiyong leaned in the room, his hands braced on either side of the door frame. He popped his lips together before stepping into the room and looking around. He opened the closet and looked inside. No Seungri. He looked underneath the bed. No Maknae.
            “Lee Panda, where are you~~~” Jiyong whined, miffed that he wasn’t where present when he wanted him most. For lack of a better audience, Jiyong began to reprimand Seungri’s stuffed rabbit with freakishly long ears.
            “Mr. Tu,” he started, eye browns drawn together, “if your hyung ever needs you, you should always be present. You should never avoid him, you should always modify your schedule to fit his. Understand? Your hyung has many things on his mind, and he’s trying to juggle many different tasks at this time, so he’d appreciate it if you’d give him a bit more respect.”
            “Are you talking to an inanimate object?” KimDe’s humored voice from the spoke from behind Jiyong. She was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and one leg slightly crossed over the other. Flipping her hair back a bit, she walked forward into the room and crouched down next to Jiyong to fully scrutinize the object in Jiyong’s grasp.
            “If I were a boy,” she started, clicking her tongue, eyes still focused on the rabbit, “I’d hate it.” She turned her head sideways to get a full look at Jiyong. “It sounds like you have to serve those older than you in a similar fashion to that of a slave.” Her eyes curved upwards and she smiled cutely. “At least with women, we can bitch to each other. You guys have to be so strong.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
            “This is a very serious matter,” Jiyong pouted, eyes looking up at KimDe as he flopped onto the floor. “I wanted him to finally meet you. You’re both…you’re both really important to me.” Jiyong blushed, embarrassed at the cheesiness of his words. KimDe continued to smile in response, shifting in her position so that she was leaning against the bed with her left side, and her head was directly above Jiyong’s.
            “If your hair were still long,” he sighed adorably, “it’d make a protective curtain around us.” He raised his hand to brush the back of his fingers against the soft texture of her check. KimDe smile expanded to show her clean teeth.
            “If I come down closer,” she grinned further, her head inching it’s way down to his, “it’ll work all the same.”
    Jiyong giggled. “You’re still not close enough,” he spoke matter-of-factly, bringing his hand up behind her head to pull her down gently so that their noses were touching.
        “Perfect,” he practically purred, eyes closed, as he began to pet her soft hair that, short as it was, now created a comfortable confinement around their faces, blocking their smiling features from view.
            And it was at this moment that Seungri walked into the room.

Description
recap
From what Taeyang had said, it seemed like Jiyong was sleeping with KimDe because he began to wake up without Jiyong by his side.

He would wake up and spread his hand wide where Jiyong’s body would normally be. He was like a dog that would wag his tail when he saw his master.

Next night

Seungri grudgingly pulled on his pj bottoms and threw one of his favorite sweatshirts that he stole from Jiyong and took the stairs that led to the roof. He lay down and star gazed. He quickly lost track of time and thoughts, his mind wandered. Sounds of tires pulling up in the driveway broke Seungri’s peace. Tempo and his girlfriend, Park Bom, voices were heard and along with Jiyong's and another girls voice. He closed his eyes and began to hum a lullaby that Jiyong would hum if he was having a bad dream. His eyebrows cinched together and he bit his lip.
Jiyong stepped out of the car with KimDe, laughing in response to what Tempo had said. Park Bom had her arm around Tempos waist and vice versa. They walked into the warm house to find Daesung and Taeyang curled up on the same couch, one at either end, playing video games. They glanced up briefly before continuing the game, not giving the other the slight chance to get ahead.
“Yah!” Jiyong went and stood in front of the T.V. screen.
“Oppa!” She went over to Daesung and gave him a hug. He gave her one back, holding her tightly then reluctantly letting her go. Taeyang smiled at here and waved. She did the same.
“There’s grub in the fridge, Seungri made it.” Daesung pointed out before turning his attention back to the T.V. screen.
“Speaking of which, where is Seungri anyways, he’s only heard KimDe’s name and nothing else, doesn’t he want to meet her?” Jiyong looked at Taeyang then Daesung.
“Ahh Seungri is in you two’s room.”
“Well, make yourself comfortable.” Jiyong left KimDe’s side and headed to the back of the house. KimDe sat down and watched Daesung and Taeyang play Tekken while Tempo and Bom curled up on the other couch. Jiyong lengthened his strides as he passed through the kitchen to get to the sleeping rooms. Dancing a little as he walked, Jiyong spun in a circle before sliding forward on the tiled floor of the kitchen. His face couldn’t possibly get any more radiant. “Seuu~ngr-goon! Where are you~,” he sang as he did a continuous wave motion with his arms while walking sidewise down the hallway, making him look quite like an octopus. His head bobbed up and down and moved side to side to the same imaginary beat of Watch Out by Brown Eyed Girls. Stopping before the door to their shared room, Jiyong placed his hand on the doorknob and turned, slowly opening it just incase Seungri was sleep.
    “Maknae?” Receiving no response, Jiyong opened the door further and flicked on the light. As the room was filled with florescent glow, washing over the floor and bed, the first thing Jiyong registered was how clean the room was. Normally, their room was a mess, up until they were made aware of a house visit from YG or from some sort of camera crew. The second, and much more important, thing he noticed was the lack of another body in the room.
            “Seungri?” Jiyong leaned in the room, his hands braced on either side of the door frame. He popped his lips together before stepping into the room and looking around. He opened the closet and looked inside. No Seungri. He looked underneath the bed. No Maknae.
            “Lee Panda, where are you~~~” Jiyong whined, miffed that he wasn’t where present when he wanted him most. For lack of a better audience, Jiyong began to reprimand Seungri’s stuffed rabbit with freakishly long ears.
            “Mr. Tu,” he started, eye browns drawn together, “if your hyung ever needs you, you should always be present. You should never avoid him, you should always modify your schedule to fit his. Understand? Your hyung has many things on his mind, and he’s trying to juggle many different tasks at this time, so he’d appreciate it if you’d give him a bit more respect.”
            “Are you talking to an inanimate object?” KimDe’s humored voice from the spoke from behind Jiyong. She was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and one leg slightly crossed over the other. Flipping her hair back a bit, she walked forward into the room and crouched down next to Jiyong to fully scrutinize the object in Jiyong’s grasp.
            “If I were a boy,” she started, clicking her tongue, eyes still focused on the rabbit, “I’d hate it.” She turned her head sideways to get a full look at Jiyong. “It sounds like you have to serve those older than you in a similar fashion to that of a slave.” Her eyes curved upwards and she smiled cutely. “At least with women, we can bitch to each other. You guys have to be so strong.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
            “This is a very serious matter,” Jiyong pouted, eyes looking up at KimDe as he flopped onto the floor. “I wanted him to finally meet you. You’re both…you’re both really important to me.” Jiyong blushed, embarrassed at the cheesiness of his words. KimDe continued to smile in response, shifting in her position so that she was leaning against the bed with her left side, and her head was directly above Jiyong’s.
            “If your hair were still long,” he sighed adorably, “it’d make a protective curtain around us.” He raised his hand to brush the back of his fingers against the soft texture of her check. KimDe smile expanded to show her clean teeth.
            “If I come down closer,” she grinned further, her head inching it’s way down to his, “it’ll work all the same.”
    Jiyong giggled. “You’re still not close enough,” he spoke matter-of-factly, bringing his hand up behind her head to pull her down gently so that their noses were touching.
        “Perfect,” he practically purred, eyes closed, as he began to pet her soft hair that, short as it was, now created a comfortable confinement around their faces, blocking their smiling features from view.
            And it was at this moment that Seungri walked into the room.