Spin off 2 (LOVE ME) (1/1)

It never stops. Seungri cowers into the protective corner of his room, hands cup both his ears, eyes shut tightly—blocking out every possible object that caused his vulnerability to be exposed further. A person might be strong, but how much more can one really take before the world within them crumbles? He pressed further backwards when the sound of shattered glass came through the door. Hot tears slide down unknowingly, he’s scared. When will this end? It’d already been a year since the accident and the memory is still vivid in his mind. There was the loud horn of the car, the ear deafening screech of rubber against concrete, and the pain that came even before the sound of glass shattering. Seungri shudders as the memory ran through him. That’s where he can never forget, where he’d get nightmares every night because the glass had exploded right next to his ears. It was the siren of protest when the transparent matter hit something and became a non-united material—Seungri is terrified of it. “Seungri,” The man felt warmth spread throughout his shivering frame at the familiar voice, knowing whom it belonged to. He is grateful for the strong comforting bands that wrap about his body, and he leans fully into it. Jiyong frowned at the trembling bundle in his arms. He knows what is causing Seungri to react this way, but that’s not what worries him most. It is what really is happening to the other man that frightens him. He had been looking through some documents in his office and the house was completely blanketed in silence. But the next moment, was the familiar whimper that held him away from his work for the fourth time that week. Seungri was imagining things. The first time it occurred, Jiyong had reasoned with the smaller man— how there was no sound at all, and hugged him to sleep later. The second time it happened, the elder had tried to reason again. But Seungri grew mad at him because Jiyong had raised his voice a little in annoyance with a frown. The third time, he didn’t know what else to do other than just being there, and waited until the frightened man calm down and fall asleep, before climbing into bed with him. Losing all the concentration and focus he needed for work. No, this has to stop. Jiyong called his friend the next morning. “Tomorrow shall be fine. Yes… ok, so he’s all I’ll have to bring? All right, see you then.” He hung up when the click was audible on the other receiving end. Sighing, Jiyong got up from his armchair and walked around his desk. He switched off the lights and wrapped a hand around the knob, and he swung open the door of his office before gasping in surprise at the man who came into vision. He flustered when Seungri stared back at him with glossy eyes. He was planning to tell the smaller man about tomorrow’s appointment, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for him to know about it this way. “Oomph—“ Jiyong staggered and tried to balance himself when Seungri launched onto him. The arms around his neck were choking him and his voice came out on a wheeze when he spoke. “Seungri—can’t breathe—“ Jiyong sucked in a much needed breath when the arms loosened a little but still not releasing him. He staggered some more when Seungri used his arms to haul himself up to wrap both his legs around his waist, and buried his face against his neck. Jiyong hugged the slim waist before him tightly, afraid that Seungri might fall. He held back a groan when he felt hot liquid scorching his neck. Feeling blindly around and using the familiarity he has for his office, he plopped down onto the couch beside the door. Straddling the other now, Seungri made use of the new leverage and buried himself deeper into Jiyong’s embrace. Not caring if his tears were making a rather watery mess on both their skin, he just wants to be as close as possible to the other man right now. He wound his arms around Jiyong’s upper back and dug his knees deep into the couch behind his lover. Jiyong frowned at the silence that followed. What is going on? He has to admit that Seungri’s recent behaviour was driving him crazy. The sudden screams and shouts, the anger he lashed out on him, and then there were moments like these—all of which put Jiyong at a loss. He was never good with words, and Seungri made that incredibly significant with his unpredictable behaviours. So he chose to stroke his back instead, and the purr he earned told him he was doing the right thing. Silence. It was still silence. The tears were now dried on his neck, and his lover was no longer sobbing. The strokes he was administering slowed, and Jiyong was getting sleepy. Just when he decided to move and put Seungri to bed, the man finally spoke. “Baby,” “Hm?” Seungri was playing with the collar of his polo shirt as he continued. “Do you love me?” “Of course I do.” Jiyong answered without hesitation and tightened his hold around the man to emphasise his point. His mind was brimming with thoughts—what is Seungri going to say next? “I love you too.” Seungri nuzzled his nose against the pulse as he whispered. His finger tapped on the other’s clavicle, measuring the seconds that ticked by. He breathed in, and exhaled deeply as if sighing in content. “Seungri?” Jiyong started softly. “Are you all right?” He stroked his right hand up and down the other’s thigh, an act meant only to give comfort. His legs were growing numb from the weight settling heavily on top of him, but getting to know what really was bothering Seungri reigned over the discomfort. His other free hand came to rest on the younger man’s butt, patting it gently like how you would a baby. “I don’t need a psychiatrist, I only need you.” The quiet voice resonated through the room. Jiyong stiffened, and that was what he dreaded— Seungri heard him through the door after all. “Seungri, let me explain—“ The smaller man broke away from Jiyong’s arms and sat up on his lap. “No,” He put both hands on the other’s shoulders to stop him before continuing. “Let me explain,” Seungri readjusted on the lap he’s sitting on, tucking his legs behind Jiyong’s back. “I—you—uh, how do I say this?” He scratched his head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Finally meeting his lover’s eyes, his own set in determination, Seungri exhaled harshly. “Let’s get married.” “What?!” If Jiyong thought Seungri was already at his most unpredictable phase for the past few weeks, then he must not have seen the worst yet. His mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something but no words came. His heart was hammering in his rib cage, he grew giddy as adrenaline rushed through him, his hands were clammy—he was feeling all edgy as if he was the one who popped the question. “Wait… wait, wait, wait, hold on—“ “Baby,” Seungri gripped both Jiyong’s hands and brought them to his lips, kissing every knuckle as he locked gaze with the other man. “Will you marry me?” Jiyong’s eyes stretched so wide he thought they wouldn’t go back to their normal size. He must be looking very silly right now. “Baby,” He hissed breathlessly. “Are you proposing to me?” His arms were now held up on their own accord, at either side of his head like a criminal caught red-handed. Yep, Jiyong was still in shock. “Yeeeesss,” Seungri dragged on his tone a little longer than necessary in uncertainty. And both men just stared at each other. The smaller of the two began nibbling on his lower lip, both hands clutched together. The other man was frozen in place with his arms still beside his head. It was getting dizzier for Seungri as he waited for a reply, soaked in the jittery waiting-for-a-verdict-of-death-sentence moment, “Can you at least blink your eyes?” Hands on his hips, the younger man rolled his eyes in irritation. “Get off.” Jiyong muttered in response. It was his turn to be stunned. Seungri’s heart sank. He straightened before scrambling off Jiyong’s lap. His limbs were numb from the lack of circulation, and he held on to the couch before deciding to sit down onto it for support. He watched as Jiyong ran an impatient hand through his already messy locks, and at the expressions sprinting across his face. He looked on as the man stalked away from him in the dark and dug through the drawer behind his desk, pulling something out from it. The actions illuminated only by the light from the corridor that leaked into the opened office. Seungri found himself leaning back into the couch in anxiety as Jiyong walked back up to him. His face was contorted into a mixture of confusion, anger, and irritation—it made him fear for their future. Had he ruined everything between them? Was he too eager into this? Maybe Jiyong had never thought of a future with him— and that thought alone was enough to kill Seungri. It was when the taller man was on one of his knees, eye level with Seungri, holding his left hand in his two bigger ones, did the younger man feel a change in the atmosphere. Jiyong struggled with the object he dug from his drawer—Seungri’s heart lurched. Jiyong took out a silver band from the object he held. Holding the ring, he kissed the shiny platinum before bringing it up between their faces. “Lee Seungri, I should be the one doing this.” He smiled when tears shimmied in the other’s eyes. “Will you marry me?” Seungri grinned, biting onto his lower lip, twin streaks of shimmering happiness rolled down his cheeks— and he nodded his head vigorously. The tears came at full force when the ring slid onto his finger. Perfect fit. Jiyong chuckled as he wiped away Seungri’s tears. “Silly—“ Words were cut short when soft lips crushed onto Jiyong’s. Seungri wrapped all of his limbs around his lover as he was being lifted from the couch. Desperate, he weaved his fingers into the dark silk and pulled the head closer to him. Tongues tangled in a wet sloppy dance, Seungri didn’t care if he died from lack of air—he had already drowned in happiness. Soft mattress touched his back, and he kept his limbs wrapped around the other man—except his hands, which tore at the restricting fabric between them. Jiyong came up for air, panting as he pulled Seungri’s shirt over his head. He nipped the skin as he went further down the heaving chest. Dipping his tongue into the waistband of the jeans the other wore before dragging it together with underwear, down the sharp hips. He smirked darkly when Seungri bucked his hips against his face. Jiyong licked up the lean length of his lover’s body and hovered above the flushed man on all fours. One hand trapped both the man’s wrists and held it above his head. He swirled a finger around the leaking head of the man’s cock, which lay hard on his stomach. Chuckling when Seungri moaned out in frustration, lifting his hips for a deeper touch, Jiyong clicked his tongue mockingly. “So sensitive.” *** “Why can’t I be the one to propose?” “—because I’m a man, and a man should do a proper job proposing.” “But I’m a man too!” There came a whimpered reply. “Yeah, but you’re my bride—OW!” “Now let me show you how I can be a man! On your back!” A/N: There you go, the end. Thank you for showing support and your comments have been very nice (though I never reply but I read every single one of them). I'm not gonna deny that some of them were kind of a prompt for me on how I was going to continue the plot. For that, I thank those who have commented and for being a constant sweetheart. 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