• Title: Missing (due to my lack of being able to make up a better title)
    Author: xDreamCatcher/xbigbangx (posted on my LJ account as well)
    Genre: Angst, Drama? No idea...
    Pairings: GRi, GTOP
    A/N: This is one part of many others that I still haven't written. Hope you like it. In GD/Jiyong's pov. Sorry if there are any punctuational grammatical and/or spelling errors.

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    It would be nice if I could say that my heart skips a beat whenever I am with him.

    "Hyung..." Seung Ri whispered in my ears as he held me in a tight embrace, tightly, so tightly it felt suffocating. Why did I even like him? What about him made me start loving him in the first place, I wonder?

    "Saranghae..." Seung Ri continued his sentence, mouth right next to my ear, breath of air that sends shivers down my spine as the cool air rushed through me.

    I quickly take a look around, my arms in a loose, probably a bit too loose for his liking it seems,embrace as I look around from face to face.

    Quickly looking at Tae Yang, I see a simple show of rolling his eyes before turning away and going back to whatever it was he was doing.

    Looking at Dae Sung, I can see that he's simply smiling and then turns away, giving us some privacy it seems.

    But then, as I turn my eyes to Seunghyun-hyung, I see a expression of hurt, of longing, and loneliness. For some reason this seemed to hurt me, feeling as if something is tightly clenching around my heart. But I couldn't help but feel my heart beat faster as I gaze upon his handsome face. Mesmerizing eyes, tantalizing lips, sexy hair. Not to mention-

    And then I snap back my eyes to Seung Ri, wondering why the heck I'm even thinking of such thoughts, when I should be paying attention to the one that I'm supposed to love in my arms.

    "I love you too, Seung Ri..." I said quietly. Somehow it just didn't seem right on my lips. As if they weren't meant for him.

    It would be nice if I could say that my heart skips a beat whenever I talk with him.

    As Seung Ri lays against my chest on the couch, I play with his hair. I can see the content smile on his face as he buries his head in my arms. Such a cute maknae.

    We talk about anything and everything, but I don't seem to feel the same racing heartbeat and happy feeling I did when I first saw him. I look around again, this time searching for a particular face.

    Who am I looking for again? I can't seem to recall. When I don't see whoever it was I was looking for, I can't help but feel a bit disappointed and sad. I sigh as I continue to play with my maknae's hair.

    "What's wrong, hyung?" Seung Ri stops mid-sentence to ask, worry in his voice and on his face.

    "OH! Nothing! Sorry, so what were you saying?" I said in reply, quickly and efficiently covering up my want to see that one person I can't seem to remember that I wanted to see so badly.

    I peck his cheek and smile, ruffling his hair as he simply smiles back at me and says, "Okay, hyung. If you say so, then I believe you."

    I would like to say that I love him, that he has my heart.

    We're laying on my bed now, simply cuddling in bed, covers drawn tightly over our bodies to prevent the cold air from attacking our bodies.

    Seung Ri simply lays there, content like a baby.

    "Saranghaeyo, Jiyongie." Seung Ri tells me again, kissing me on the lips as he winds his arms around my waist.

    I want to tell him "I love you too" but something seems to be stopping my mouth from speaking . I brush it off and mumble it anyway.

    "Saranghaeyo, maknae." I whisper to him. Somehow, whenever I say that to him, it seems hollow, empty. Why is it that lately, I haven't felt like I've been in love with my little maknae? What's wrong with me?

    But I don't know anymore.

    I look over to the open door, and I see Seunghyun-hyung pass by and glance in subtly, but then look away.

    In that brief moment in time, when I saw his eyes for a split second, it seemed as if he were jealous, sad, and in pain. I wonder why?

    Because something seems wrong, something feels out of place. Like I'm missing something, or someone but I just don't know what quite yet.

    I look over to the maknae in my arms, the one that I'm supposedly in love with. But do I really love him?

    I don't seem to know anything anymore, and I'm so confused.

    I would like to say that my heart skips a beat whenever I talk to him or am with him. It would be nice to say that I love him, that he has my heart.

    But I don't.


    And at that sudden realization, I instantly shoot up upon my bed, eyes wide in disbelief. Did I just think that?! What am I thinking? Of course I love him! Why else would I be with him...?


    I'm in love with my maknae, right? I love Lee Seunghyun, I'm sure of it!

    At my sudden movement, I seemed to have woken up my maknae, my Seung Ri, as he seemed to groan and roll around a little bit.

    "What's wrong hyung? Why'd you suddenly shoot up as if something bit you?" Seung Ri half asked and half joked.

    "Lay back down and go back to sleep, hyung." Seung Ri said as he lightly tugged on my arm.

    "It's nothing, Seung Ri. Go back to sleep. I'll be back down in a minute." I say to him softly, brushing the hair out of his eyes.

    "Mou~, hyung! Lay back down please? It's so cold down here." Seung Ri wines as he pouts and crosses his arms. He begins to shiver lightly and rub his arms as to make his point.

    I sigh softly and say, "Ora, araso araso." I nudge his waist a bit with my elbow.

    "Roll over, you're taking up too much room, fatty." I say jokingly, smile on my face as I proceed to lay back down.

    "Hyung! So mean!" Seung Ri says light heartedly because he knows I'm only kidding and smiles as I lay back down, rolling over a bit before I do.

    "You know I love you." I say to him sofly. Oh how wrong that seemed to me.

    "I love you too, hyung." Seung Ri said as he quickly pecked my lips and snuggled into my side.

    Of course I love him. I've got to love this cute little maknae in arms, laying beside me. I'm positive. My mind is simply playing tricks on me.

    I go to sleep with those last thoughts in my head, ignoring that little ping in my heart that seems to be trying to tell me otherwise.