[Heawon POV]

He has the prettiest eyes I’ve even seen. Such emotions that I would never usually see in a normal person is what I now notice in Seungri’s eyes. Most people would view him as arrogant, but it’s just his pure confidence. It’s amazing at how much he has confidence in himself, how tall he can stand. It’s… it’s simply gorgeous. I mean Seunghyun has killer eyes, I can tell you that, but Seungri…I can’t believe people see past it.

My hand tingles at his touch and I stop myself from wavering at his gaze. We stay like that for god knows how long. And I simply don’t mind it. Maybe it’s because of the way he’s looking at me or how the touches me, but nevertheless, I love it. How long has it been since someone held me like this?

5 years… My mind instantly whispers the question.

A sharp gasp escapes my mouth and my eyes widen. Seungri’s eyes change and worry overshadows. I break our eye contact and I pull away.

“Heawon?” I hear Seungri mumble.

I stumble back, hitting the wall across from Seungri. I close my eyes, not wanting to see Seungri’s worried gaze. I bite down on my lip hard, suppressing myself not to cry. I refuse to cry in front of Seungri again. As if sensing him, I extend my arm out and say, “No. Just… Just give me a minute.” Proving myself correct, I feel my hand hit his hard chest. Subconsciously, I shudder at such contact. “Give me a minute.” I mutter once more.

I take deep breaths, pushing away the memories suddenly crowding my mind. I clench my hands into fists, one of my hands holding onto Seungri’s shirt. I feel his warm hands cover my hand on his shirt. I sense him come closer. Swiftly, he gently grabs my chin and tilts my face up to look at him in the eyes. A gentle smile spreads across his face.

“I seem to be causing you pain.” He murmurs.

My eyes widen in shock. “No! It’s not that… It’s just that—I had—“

“Shh.” He whispers, gazing at me deeply. “I understand.”

“You do?”

He slightly nods. “Every dancer has had some bad past.”

I shake my head softly. “It’s not that my whole life is bad…”

“I know, I know.” He mumbles, surprising me even further as he pulls me into a hug. “Sorry for making you think about it.”

I close my eyes and don’t reply. Instead, I bury my face into his neck, seeking comfort for once. I feel his arms tighten around my waist and his head buried in my hair. Seungri… Thank you. Thank you for giving me something I haven’t received for five years.

~O~O~

[Seungri POV]

Heawon and I come out of the restroom after twenty more minutes, hand in hand. I literally feel like jumping up and down everywhere. I’m so glad my hyungs were annoying and went along with Heawon to the club. If it wasn’t for them… Well, I wouldn’t have gotten this moment with her.

We come back to the table and simply watch my hyungs and her friends flirt. I admit: I’ve never seen my hyungs flirt before. It’s weirder knowing that it’s Heawon’s girlfriends. I share an eye roll with Heawon as Seunghyun hyung and EunMi share a glass of alcohol.

“Yah!” Someone shouts in my ear.

“Aish!” I flinch away, looking at Jiyong hyung who is secretly taking peeks under the table. I scrunch up my nose at him, but tighten my hold on Heawon’s hand. She gently squeezes back in return and I hear her chuckle beside me. Jiyong hyung, being the intruder he is, slings his arm around my shoulders.

“How cute.” He says in my ear. He pulls away, smirks, and winks before saying out loud this time, “I’m tired of you guys flirting. Let’s go home.” He whines, making himself sound drunk. I laugh, not able to contain myself. Jiyong hyung has this skill where he can make himself sound or look drunk naturally.

After a little more “drunk” whining on his part, we all decide to separate ways with Heawon’s friends. Heawon and I share a look of complete disgust as we have my hyungs and her friends do a final flirt before saying goodbye. Once in the car, everyone passes out except for Heawon and I.

Halfway home, Heawon unexpectedly chuckles. I give her a weird look. She directs her head to Jiyong hyung who is in the seat in front of us. “Convincing performance back there, Jiyong.” Heawon says.

“Jiyong hyung is sleep—“

“How’d you know I was awake?” Jiyong hyung quickly straightens up in his seat, cutting me off. I gape at Heawon. How did she know Jiyong hyung wasn’t asleep? More importantly, how didn’t I know he wasn’t asleep? Oh no! She’s stealing my connection with Jiyong hyung!

Heawon shrugs. “Girl’s intuition.”

Jiyong hyung laughs, but stares at me the whole time. I knew it! One look in hyung’s eyes, and I could tell what he was trying to do! Ha! I bet Heawon doesn’t see that… Aish! What am I doing? I should be annoyed at Jiyong hyung for what he’s trying to do.

I can’t believe he did that. Hyung was pretending to be asleep, so he could spy on Heawon and I. I bet he wanted to hear what we would talk about or what we would do. I bet he finds us entertaining. Aish! What is he expecting from us? Does he think we’re going to…? Aigoo! I shouldn’t think that way. Damn, I feel heat creeping up on my cheeks. Jiyong hyung slyly smiles at me, knowing that I get his message loud and clear.

Disgusting.

How many times have I said that tonight?