Jiyong felt the front door shut more than he heard it, and it shook him from his thoughts enough to take a shaky breath and continue into the kitchen where Seungri was standing at the sink, elbows-deep in soapy water. The look on his face was pure guilt, and Jiyong wanted to shove his head under the dirty dish water and scream this is youring fault at him until he was coughing up bubbles. But it wasn’t his fault; at least, not entirely. They were bound to be discovered one day, by someone. That day just happened to come a lot sooner than Jiyong had expected, and it just happened that it had been the maknae who’d caught them. He wanted to be angry at Seungri, but he was just tired.
“Hey,” he mumbled, by way of greeting, and slumped down into a chair at the table. Seungri cleared his throat, drained the sink, and walked over to the refrigerator.
“I made lunch for hyung. Do you want some? He didn’t eat everything. There’s some noodles left, and kimchi. Or I could make you a sandwich. I think Daesung-hyung went shopping this morning, so we’ve got-”
“Seungri-yah.”
The younger man stopped rambling and rummaging through the icebox, and lifted his head.
“A sandwich would be nice.”
Jiyong smiled at him reassuringly, because he wanted them to be ok again, and maybe a smile was a step in the right direction. After a moment of hesitation, Seungri’s own lips quirked up.
“Ok, hyung.”