Jiyong ate his sandwich in silence, glancing up from his plate now and again to find the maknae staring at him with a rueful expression on his face. Neither of them had said a word since Seungri had started preparing the leader's lunch, and Jiyong wasn't sure what to say to break the ice that had frozen over the top of the otherwise placid lake of quietude on which they had been floating. It was a step up from hating each other, which they had (well, Jiyong had) done for the last two weeks. 10 minutes was his breaking point, though. It was creepy for Seungri to go 10 minutes without speaking, and it was wearing on the nerves that Jiyong's brief but incredibly stressful encounter with Seunghyun had already frayed.
"Okay, spit it out. I see you looking at me. If you have something to say, then say it," Jiyong stated, trying to keep his voice calm and level. He put the other half of his sandwich down and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Seungri to say something. Anything.
"I... don't know what you're talking about."
If he hadn't been upset with him for the last two weeks, Jiyong would have leapt from his chair to tickle, or prod, or generally torment the maknae into spilling his guts. As it was, he just narrowed his eyes at the younger man and pursed his lips. He was in no mood for games; hadn't been in some time. Regardless of how much he wanted to reconcile with him, to get everything back to normal, Jiyong couldn't handle Seungri playing stupid.
"Cut the , maknae. You've been hanging all over Seunghyun-hyung, and you've hardly said anything to me since you... since you saw us together. Now you're making me lunch and staring at me like you want to say something, so say it."
"I have not been hanging all over Seunghyun-hyung," he huffed, rolling his eyes.
"That's what you got out of what I just said to you?" Jiyong asked, incredulous.
"Well it's… It's the only part that wasn't true."
"And God knows how much you value truth."
For that, Jiyong received a withering glare.