pairing: jiyong x seungri
words: 388 

If anyone knows that Jiyong is a complete and utter neat-freak, it’s Seungri. Poor, poor Seungri has to wake up on Sunday mornings to find their entire room rearranged, with their shoes lined in alphabetical/coloured/brand/price order (whatever has taken Jiyong’s fancy that week), desk swept clean and clothing hung back where it actually belongs, instead of draped over the chairs as Seungri likes to leave his jumpers.

“Hyung, where’d you stash my jacket!”

“I put it in the wash, you got a ramen soup stain on it, you disgusting creature.”

“Hyung!” Seungri rolls his eyes, faced with the oh-so-terrible situation of having to rethink his outfit to match a different jacket (but not like it matched in the first place, Jiyong points out snarkily, and lends him one of his designer coats instead).

It’s kind of embarrassing but Jiyong clucks like a mother hen before they go out, patting down Seungri’s hair and checking his attire for rude words, smoothing his shirt and brushing random bits of lint out of his sleeves. Seungri often complains that he’s babied more in Big Bang’s dorm than in his hometown Gwangju, and Jiyong only replies by telling him he has his shirt buttons done up incorrectly.

Seungri realigns the right buttons to their respective holes furiously, trying to think of something to say while Jiyong reminds him that his shoelaces are untied, again.

“If you weren’t so messy, I woudn’t have to tell you how to dress all the time,” says Jiyong, annoyed as he straightens Seungri’s collar backstage. 

“I can do it myself!”

Jiyong ignores the protests, spinning Seungri around and reading the English written on his shirt slowly, mouthing out the words. “Okay, clean.”

“Of course it’s clean! What do you think I am, some kind of dirty layabout-”

“Yes.”

Seungri shoots him his dirtiest layabout glare, before huffing angrily and stomping towards the door.

“Seungri, stop-”

“I don’t accept your apology, hyung! I’m-”

“-no, your fly is undone.”

Seungri’s hand rests on the doorknob, shaking as he fights an epic internal battle, before slowly moving to zip up his pants properly. Jiyong is smirking.

“Goddamn, hyung, why were you even looking there, you sick pervert!”

“Tsh, I love you too, Seungri-yah.”