Jiyong was starting to think that their meeting could be fated. Like in those old-fashioned movies when the girl is promised to a boy even since they’re young…but what was he even on about? They met just a while ago and he was already deep into that.. He must be losing his mind. As he thought of that, he bit at his lower lip, putting the absurdity aside. “You’re so into it… "He couldn’t help but point out, sighing at the darkness before him.

"Ah…” He did as he was told, resting a hand against the couch for his support. “My eyes weren’t so sensitive before, I swear..” Jiyong said idly, and before he even knew it, he was sprawled on his back, eyes popping wide, forgetting about his eye problem, the main focus becoming Seungri. “Aish, really…!”

He swallowed a bit, looking in between them, but didn’t dare to pull away just yet.