Jiyong sighed softly. His scent had to be so intoxicating, that he couldn’t find himself pulling away. Why did he have to affect him like this? A guy… A guy out of all. He never shared this type of relationship, nor he ever thought he’d lean towards this side. So many questions without answers were running through his mind, before he was met with a familiar pair of lips. His first thought was to shove Seungri away, and he was getting to it—raising a hand in the air and what not, except that it took turns and that hand placed on the other’s shoulder instead.

Hah, he was enjoying this.. Quite a lot actually. Yeah, Kwon Jiyong. You’ve definitely lost your mind. Their lips were pressed together, moving slowly, as if they’ve been doing it for ages… They were perfect, shortly. Jiyong breathed contently, keeping it for a while, before breaking apart. “I should slap you right now…” He muttered, staring up at the other. Unlike Seungri, he could tell things apart.