TWO

I straighten my tie for probably the millionth time, and then flatten out my shirt. I nervously check my watch and take a deep breath. It’s okay, I’ll be on time. My cell phone buzzes and I sneak a quick glance at the text. I chuckle upon reading it, and then roll my eyes.

“We’re here,” the driver says. I nod, lightly bow my head, and let out a curt ‘thanks’. But I don’t get out of the car just yet. I brush my hand along my hair to make sure it’s still perfect. On the way down it gives another tug on my tie, and swipes down over my shirt, flattening it out once more. I cough, and search for my sunglasses. I know Jiyong will kill me for this, but what the heck. After putting them on, I open the door and leave the safe haven that is the inside of the car; there’s no more going back now. People see me, pictures are taken, I smile, wave, and quickly enter the large building. The hallway is practically empty, the guest are probably already in the room, waiting for the ceremony to begin. I place my right hand on my stomach and softly push it. I feel like dying, the nervousness is literally killing me. Suddenly, I feel very sympathetic towards Youngbae, he must be going out of his mind right now. Wait, no. That’s not very likely. He’s been dreaming of this from before even meeting the actual girl. It wouldn’t be very likely for him to be nervous. He’s probably excited, thrilled even, barely unable to wait to spend the rest of his life with her. That, and right now, he’s not alone. He’s with his best man. And even if he’d be having doubts right now, there’s always… There’s a light pinch in my stomach. I can’t even think his name. I let out another sigh and close my eyes. I shouldn’t have come.

“Yah, Jiyong not here, I – aaaagh!” I hear that familiar shriek echoing through the hallway. These brats, are they not aware people might be able to hear them? Judging from where the sound came, they’re hiding in the cloakroom. Not very creative, I must say.

“But Seungri–ah, it’s been so long ago since we –” Jiyong whines, but he’s interrupted by a slightly angry maknae.

“So long? We just did it before coming here, or did you forget that this morning in the shower –” He’s slowly taking steps backwards without looking, only when he sees me, he stops talking. I smirk and raise an eyebrow.

“In the shower?” I tease, his face instantly reddens and at that time Jiyong comes out as well.

“Couldn’t you arrive a little later?” He asks, he’s in a bad mood because he didn't get to play, and that makes this all the more funnier.

“You just texted me to say that if I was late you’d personally come and tear off my limbs one at a time,” I say. He sends me a grin in return.

“What’s this? After all these years, when I’m no longer your leader, you finally decide to listen to what I have to say? Well I’ll be damned.” He shoots a glance in Seungri’s direction.

“You missed a button,” he states as he points at his shirt. The boy looks down but before he gets the chance to fix it, Jiyong’s already on it. He’s standing closer than needed and once he’s finished, he gi