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Jiyong’s fingers sped over the screen of his phone rapidly, a slight smirk on his face. Seungri, their little maknae was trying to convince Jiyong to join him to go clubbing during the weekend. He had this weird theory that in gratitude of Jiyong’s perfect mix of ‘sassy coldness’ and magnetic charm’(Seungri’s words) the meeker women stayed away from them without Seungri getting slapped in the process of scouting for the more adventurous ones.
His maknae always exasperated him, nevertheless there was something about Seungri’s bullheadedness that made him lovable. Jiyong rounded another corner of the third floor of the KBS broadcasting building. He had arrived at eight in the morning to shoot a radio show YG had insisted he participate in. YG was bothered about the younger groups coming in and encouraged (or rather forced) the Bigbang members to break their hiatus from the variety world.
Seungri was in the building now as well. He was doing some type of hosting event. While the rest of them shied away from interviews and the like, Lee Seunghyun was the only one who got a stage orgasm from having a camera pointed in his face. Jiyong’s eyes darted away from his phone, he took Seungri’s slow ass typing as a chance to search for any glimpse of the maknae.
Yah where are you?
On the third floor hyung.
I’m on the third floor too. I don’t see you.
Are you getting old hyung?
Jiyong rolled his eyes, only Seungri could get away with teasing him. He probably let their maknae get away with a little too much. A flash of yellow caught his eye and Jiyong pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. He knew that hoody, it was the same one he had gifted Seungri when they went to Singapore last winter. The maknae had his back to him and his head was low with the hood drawn over it.
Jiyong grinned, maybe he would bully the maknae a little for taunting him. He walked towards Seungri dodging the PD-nim’s milling about. He didn’t give the youngest member a chance to realize he was behind him and slung his arm around the slightly taller man’s neck, pulling him into a well-practiced headlock.
“Yah! Who do you think you’re calling old?”
Seungri struggled as Jiyong predicted and his hood fell off in the process revealing a head full of brown locks. Jiyong frowned, had Seungri dyed his hair again? When Jiyong had seen him in the morning his hair was an old man’s white. Now it was a light shade of brown that felt soft as the strands brushed against Jiyong’s arm.
“Could you let me go please?”
That was definitely not the maknae’s voice. This one was lower, with a slight husky edge. It send shivers down Jiyong’s spine, which Seungri’s definitely did not do. He loosened his arm immediately and stepped back unable to school the flush off his expression. Jiyong rarely got into embarrassing situations. Whether his luck or his careful nature aided him, he had come to take it for granted. The unknown man raised his head to massage his neck and Jiyong caught sight of his face.
Fuck no. Not Cho Kyuhyun.
If he had to get caught doing weird shit, did it have to be by a member of his biggest rival group. Maybe he should have listened, when TOP hyung was informing him of his horoscope reading over their morning coffee. Jiyong always accounted it to useless drivel. He would make sure to create an account on starseekers.com (a site TOP had referred the group) the minute he stepped back into his apartment.
It especially didn’t help his case that he had discovered his bisexuality at twenty, when he had seen Kyuhyun’s face in one of Super Juniors promotional posters. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kyuhyun had still not said anything to him, the singer was just rubbing his neck. Jiyong watched the fingers spread over a pale expanse of skin and swallowed thickly. Only the thought of how it would not help his image one bit stopped him for taking an about-turn in the opposite direction.
“Kwon Jiyong-ssi right?”
It took Jiyong five seconds to recover from hearing one of his biggest fantasies utter his name. He’s waiting for you to say something genius, his brain supplied and Jiyong prayed his expression did not reveal that his mind had gone completely blank.
“Er yeah, sorry about that. I thought you were my maknae.”
Kyuhyun gave him an unimpressed look and Jiyong’s words registered into his own mind,
“I mean the maknae. Bigbang’s maknae. He has nothing to do with me personally.”
Jiyong bit his tongue to keep it from spilling more nonsensical statements. Where had the swag people had told him he was gifted with from birth disappeared to?
“I didn’t say he did Jiyong-ssi. Though it would be more advisable to be careful about whom you…accost in the future.”
Kyuhyun’s tone was pleasant despite the tight smile stretched across his lips.
Full and soft looking lips.
“I apologize,” Jiyong muttered belatedly, the words were foreign on his tongue and his awkwardness must have been visible because Kyuhyun’s expression softened, “It’s alright. I guess you didn’t really intend any harm.”
Kyuhyun had to admit he had been caught off guard by the man in front of him. When he had been assaulted out of nowhere, he expected it to be one of his group members. Not G-dragon. In the silence that occupied the few seconds within which he nursed his neck, Kyuhyun had believed the man would give him a curt apology and then walk off. These thoughts were an effect of seeing the man completely shut down around anyone that was not his closest friends.
He was proven wrong when instead Jiyong spoke more than two words. It was definitely an awkward attempt at apologizing. The man’s sunglasses covered his eyes but he could not hide the flush that had crept up to his ears. Kyuhyun’s eyes followed it with a certain fascination. Was this the side of himself that he hid, only showing it to those precious to him?
Jiyong seemed to relax when Kyuhyun accepted his apology.
He stuck out his hand, “It’s nice to meet you though.”
Kyuhyun’s eyes went from the outstretched hand to G-dragon’s face.
Jiyong’s confidence faltered a little, “Sorry, I guess I’ve been spending too much time abroad.”
Before he could retract his hand, Kyuhyun reached out and took it. This wasn’t something he usually did, but he had a feeling that this moment, when he was meeting Kwon Jiyong and not G-dragon would not come again.
His hand was warm, the heat transferred from Jiyong’s hand to his. However, Jiyong was also absorbing Kyuhyun’s own heat through their connected palms- he could feel it. He let go and rubbed his palm on his jeans trying to get rid of the tingling feeling. He had heard numerous times that Kwon Jiyong had the ability to cause even a rock to acknowledge his presence (something about a showdown between GD and YG’s pet rock was also thrown into that story).
Jiyong was sure his hand was on fire, or was that his face? Touching Kyuhyun felt like everything he imagined and more. It was just a crush. He just liked the man for his face and knew nothing about him. He repeated this to himself like a silent mantra hoping to would have the same effect as a cold shower. The baseball and old ladies trick wasn’t working.
“Kyuhyun-ah! We’re going live in five minutes.”
The writer-nim’s voice came both as Jiyong’s savior as well as an annoyance. The latter he refused to address.
“Well, I have to go now so I guess this is goodbye.” Kyuhyun said, giving Jiyong another small smile.
Jiyong licked his dry lips and nodded, “Yeah, have a good broadcast.”
With nothing left to say Kyuhyun turned and walked away. Jiyong sighed watching the man’s retreating back. There was something a little regretful about those being the only words he said to his almost crush of seven years.
“Kyuhyun-ssi?” Jiyong called out. He didn’t really know what he was going to say, he just couldn’t leave it at this.
Kyuhyun stopped when he heard his name being called. Curious as to what GD wanted he turned back with a questioning, “Yeah?”
“I’ll see you around?” Jiyong wasn’t sure what he hoped from that question. It had to be strange coming from a man you met few minutes ago.
Kyuhyun just gave him another one of his heart stopping smiles,
“I’ll see you around.”
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