Title: Guillain-Barré
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Youngbae, Seungri, Daesung, Jiyong, TOP.
Pairing: Youngbae & Seungri
Rating: PG-13
Sympnosis: Humans are complicted beings. Some are born healthy while others aren't, those selected few are cursed by fate. Born into society as weird and "retarted", those humans are rejected by others, looked down upon. Those humans with illnesses are weakened by society's looks and words, making them more sick and helpless. I am one of those humans, just wanting to be accepted, just wanting to know what love feels like. Although we may be different on the inside and outside, we all need the same things; love, attention, and acceptance. I've just be diagnosed with an illness, but I know what others go through. This is my story of struggle, pain and loss


"Hyung! Are you okay? You don't look so good,"Seungri, the adorable maknae, knelt down next to Taeyang who suddenly went in a crouching position.
Taeyang shook his head, "I'm fine. I just need to rest a bit is all. You can keep practicing,"
Seungri looked at his hyung wearily, but did as he was told. As soon as the door closed, Taeyang dropped his butt, leaning his body against the wall. What's wrong with me? Why can't a stand properly? Why is walking such a challenge for me? Sighing aggrivatedly, he roughly tried to pick himself up.
"Why are my legs so weak?"
Getting too frustated, he sat back down and leaning his head back, looking at the florecent light on the ceiling. He closed his eyes and calmed himself down, taking deep breaths, in and out, repeatedly until the door opened again.
"You alright man?" Jiyong asked in english.
Taeyang opened his eyes and looked at his bro, "Yeah, I'm fine. Practice over?"
"Yeah. Can't practice in a group if there's a member missing. What's wrong? Why'd you leave so suddenly?"
"Nothing's wrong. My legs are weak is all," Taeyang said, trying to drop the subject.
"Okay. We were thinking of going out, you in?" Jiyong asked turning back to the door he came in from.
"Nah. I'm going to head home. I'll call you tomorrow,"
"Aight. Go home safe,"

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