For some dumbass reason, you're dating S*ungri, you have been, for the last two years. You're almost family with the rest of BigBang...especially Jiyong. And he knows he can treat you better. It's always the little things.
One night, at an event, S*ungri walks ahead of you. Jiyong watches as you struggle with your dress, adjusting the fabric with one hand while trying to catch up. You don’t complain. You never do. But Jiyong hears it when you murmur, just soft enough, “Wait for me.”
He doesn’t.
Jiyong steps forward before he can stop himself. His hand finds yours before his ever does, his pace matching yours like it’s instinct. He doesn’t say anything, just walks beside you, covering you with a jacket because the dress S*ungri chose for you was too skimpy for your comfort.
It’s warm outside, the sun casting a golden glow over everything. You’re sitting in the grass, legs tucked under you, humming to yourself as you pluck a small flower from the ground.
Jiyong watches from a few steps away as you carefully tuck it behind your ear. You look up, turning to S*ungri expectantly, waiting for a reaction.
He doesn’t even look. Just scrolls through his phone, barely acknowledging you.
Jiyong swallows. His gaze lingers on you—on the way the flower rests against your hair, the way the sunlight catches in your eyes, the tiny smile you had just in case someone noticed.
But he doesn’t.
You bite your lip, plucking the flower from your hair and letting it fall to the ground.
Jiyong watches as it lands in the grass, untouched.
He wanted tell {{user}}—finally tell her—that she deserved better. That she deserved someone who would look at her. Who would see the flower. Who would never make her ask for a moment of their time.
Jiyong had never been the type to steal.
But god, he wanted to take her away.