“Where did he go?!” Seungri demanded of the one who remained. “What did you do with him?” Seungri was truly and utterly freaked.

     The raven-haired man gave him a disgusted look. “I didn't do anything with him. He just left, that's all. If you didn't notice, you kind of upset him.”

     “Left?! LEFT?!” Seungri shouted, getting steadily more agitated as his confusion about the tall man who had just vanished grew. “Left how? Left to go to where? People just don't disappear into thin air like that!”

     “Blinkers do,” the man responded, eyes narrowing. “Not that you believe us, even after everything we've shown you.”

     “So you can do a few magic tricks,” Seungri spat, backing down the stairs. The man followed, looking exasperated. “Very impressive. Can't you just leave me alone?”

     “No,” he answered irritably. “Didn't you hear Seunghyun? Police are on their way. They'll be here any second, by the way. You get arrested, just an FYI.”

     “You can't know that!” Seungri argued, but thinking back on his own experiences, he had a sneaky feeling the man did. “Besides, won't you get arrested, too?”

     “No, of course not. I'm here to ensure you don't get arrested either. Let's go,” the man stressed, reaching out his hand for Seungri to take.  Seungri stared at it, disbelieving everything that was happening.

     “No, no,” he shook his head. “Absolutely not! I am not holding hands with you while we run from the police! This isn’t some heroic rescue where I’m your lover! I'm not gay!”

     The man took a step forward and slapped Seungri hard across the face. Seungri's neck snapped back and hit the concrete wall. His hand automatically went up to caress his stinging skin and looked back at the man who was standing in front of him, a whole five foot three of angry. “Grow up, Seungri. This isn't about your uality – this about you accepting who you are so we don't have to break you out of jail, and then your life turns into something you really don't want. Take my hand so I can help you blink out of here. Jiyong isn't happy as it is. Let's go, Seungri.”

     The man grabbed his hand off his cheek, his short nails scraping the tender skin. “Wh-” Seungri began to protest, but he stopped when he heard shouting and feet on the stairs. He felt the blood drain from his face, and looked at the man holding his hand in a death grip.

     “Let's go,” the man said one last time, and Seungri gave a shaky nod before he was tugging roughly forward, tripping a falling into nothing. He could no longer feel any pressure on his hand and he was just falling through space, it felt like. He screamed but he couldn't hear it, but the sound was stolen from his throat. Seungri panicked. He was going to be stuck like this forever, somewhere between space and time. Was this because he was denying that he was blinker? Fine, he'd admit it! He was a blinker. He tried to yell it, but the sounds never left his mouth.

     “I'm sorry,” he shouted, stumbling to his feet. “I'm sorry.” He fell to his knees, gasping hard. Seungri looked up. He was on solid ground. He wasn't tumbling through nothing anymore. “Oh my god,” he sobbing, slumping into the floor. “Thank the lord.”

     “Am I interrupting your prayers?” a cool voice came from behind him, shattering his relief into a million little shards. Seungri turned around, sitting on the floor and looking up at the small man who was looking down at him.

     “Who are you?” Seungri asked shakily, using his sleeve to quickly wipe away the tears that had escaped.

     “Jiyong. Technically your leader,” the man answered, not moving. His eyes were cold and unfeeling, and they were locked on Seungri. He wanted to cower away – for someone so petite, Jiyong was one scary dude. “Sorry about that blink. They're usually much quicker and not as terrifying, but I intercepted Taeyang before he could take you back to your apartment."

     “Why did you intercept him, then?” Seungri asked. “Why didn't you just let him take me home?” Tears continued to flow down Seungri's paled face, no matter how many times he wiped them away. This was all just too much. Seungri wanted to go home, take an extremely long and hot shower and then bury himself under his covers. A deep and lon