"Hyung, can I sleep with you today? Please. I can't sleep because of that movie." I said. It was past 2 a.m. No one was in the house I was too scared to sleep alone after I watch a horror movie. Or so I told him. Actually I planed it for a whole week, the boys were out and now I had the leader all for me. But I didn't had a clue of what to do to let he aware if my feelings. Kiss? I can't do it, I am too embarrassed to do it. "Sure, I'll be composing all night long so you can sleep on my bed. If i bother you just let me know, and Daesung! Stop watching those kinds of movie, I already told you. What are you trying to proof to yourself?" He said pouting. So cute! He was wearing the pajamas I gave him as a present. They were fluffy and fashioned. He wouldn't wear it otherwise. "Hyung, you are wearing the pajamas I gave you." I said. "Yes I like them. They are just my style. Thank you. Go sleep, we have practice tomorrow." I entered his room together with my doraemon cobertor. I sat on his bed and watched he put his earphones and tap his finger on the beat of the song, probably composing one more song to add on the interminable list of songs he composed. Always a dedicated leader. He saw I was staring at him and he plug his earphones out. "What is it Daesung. Are you feeling unwell?" he asked. The time was now. "Hyung, I have been feeling sick since the start of the year. My heart starts to race without a reason, I always feel hot, my body don't obey to me, I can't even control what I think. Can't you help me?" I asked, I am totally red by now. "If you can't control your thoughts..." he thought for a while "I think you're in love. Tell me! Who is it? Is it someone I know?" he asked anxious and happy. "Yes, it is." I almost couldn't hear my own voice. "Is she from our company? 2NE1? Trainees?" he asked. He was sit on the chair in front of me, his face was suddenly to next to mine, his eyes shining. He put his hands on both sides of my hips, no he didn't touch me, his hands were on the bed. "Yes, but it's not 'she', is 'he'." I answered. His eyes widen and his mouth was open in "O". "Daesung you're..." he stopped halfway. "No, only because of that person." How can he even listen to me? I buried myself on his bed. "Then, is he one of the trainers?" he asked. I pinched myself and forced myself to say the end of it. I was almost at the end. "No, its from BIGBANG." I said biting my own lips. "BIGBANG? Then, which one? Seunghyun hyung? Is it he?" he asked surprised. "No, its not him." I answered. "Then, is it Youngbae?" he asked. More surprised than before. "No, its not him." I answered. "Then, Seungri? Why him?" he asked. Confused, no way in hell I would fall in live with maknae. "Its not him too." I answered avoiding his gaze. "If it's not him, then who?..." his eyes got widen again at realization,if it wasn't no one of them, the last possible choice...was himself... He got red, and struggled to say something. I know he didn't want to hurt me, he was too nice to do that. He was probably trying to find a way to tell me he wasn't on that side of the rope. But I wouldn't give him the chance. It was my only and last chance, I wanted to be sure that whatever he say was his honest thoughts. I grabbed his hands and pulled him on a hug. His head was on my shoulder and his body was half on the bed, and half on the ground. He didn't say anything and just let be hugged. For a minute we didn't say anything. Only our breaths could be heard. "Hyung, if you want me to stop...just say it." He didn't say anything. I pit my hand on his back, under his shirt and drew circles with my thumb. I rolled himself for the side of the bed we were both in the bed, side by side, his hand holded mine. We stayed like that for a moment. His head turned to my side, I felt his eyes on me. "Daesung, look at me." he command. I obey. I turned my head and our eyes meet. There was static on the air and above us. His hands turned my body we were now facing each other, he caressed my head, taking my bang out of my vision. He was sweet than ever. His face got close to mine, our bodies touching each other. "Daesung, make me feel loved." he said. Nothing on any one of my fantasies ever prepared me to it. His lips glued to mine. It was honey, sugar, lemon, chocolate. It was a spiral of flavors. I lost myself on those flavors, he sure was a composer. Right now, between kisses and touches, he composed one of my, now, favorites melodies. "This song, I like it." I said. "You are my inspiration, this one was created especially for you." he said. Everything became music again. A melody only I know.