Well... screw me.

"I..." I started, but somehow, I can't find it in me to continue.

He sighed, leaning forward on the table. "I said--"

"I heard what you said." I interrupted him. "I just... I'm trying to... Comprehend, I guess." 

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He said, grabbing my tightly clasped hands on the table while shaking his head. "I didn't mean to, I swear."

"Who?" I barely whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"Who was it? The person..."

It took him a beat or two before he finally answered, "Seunghyun hyung."

My eyes widened and my jaw went slack. "Seunghyun-ssi? T.O.P sunbaenim?!"

"Yes." Jiyong nodded.

"Are you kidding me, Jiyong?" I exclaimed, pulling my hands away from his and rubbing my face back and forth.

"I know, and I'm sorry!" I dropped my hands to my lap with a loud smack and bit my lip, all while staring at him. "It was stupid, okay? It just slipped out. It was unintentional."

"Uhm, it better have been!" I retorted. "Seriously, Jiyong. Of all people... Top-ssi?!"

He had nothing to give me but an apologetic look.

I sighed. 

I'm honestly having a hard time trying to get a grasp of what he just told me in the past twenty seconds. I mean really, not that I didn't like TOP ssi. But... It's Seunghyun-ssi! He's... well, I don't really know what he's capable of aside from his rapping skills. I don't really know him. But, I do know Tiffany does. And those two were once head over heels with each other. 

How does this relate to my problem with him?

Well, for one, I am a little bit certain that he can use this information as an excuse to talk to Fany-ah. I mean, she did tell me once tha