Jiyong filters through the crowd, and even before his mind can register, he finds himself captured by the the gaze of a pair of (not so cryptic) hazel irises. Seunghyun's. The softness in his pools were akin to the brush of a giant feather against Jiyong's itch - something that he couldn't quite reach (until Seunghyun). 

Seunghyun. 

Jiyong thinks as he pushes past the hoard of fans, ignoring how they were shoving past each other in attempt to lay so much as a finger on him. He makes his way past them all, in an almost entirely hypnotic state, the corner of his lips already forming an upward curvature. 

He knows how he could've just given Seunghyun a backstage ticket, and that there were so many other alternatives. He didn't have to descend off stage and weave his way through the crowd just to meet him. But if he would do this for anyone, it would be for the quiet man who had unknowingly held him captive ever since the existence of Big Bang.

Seunghyun, Jiyong thinks.

He makes Jiyong wonder if heaven could be a person and not a place.

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