Levels of Love (iKon/B.I Fanfic)

LEVEL 5

Media is a gorgeous picture of Jinhwan which I love (and how I imagine him looking in this story). 

Enjoy!! XOXO

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"Hey! CeCe!" Jinhwan calls across the dressing room as soon as we step through the doorway.

I glance in the direction of his voice and see his back's to me as someone styles his hair, but he's watching me in the mirror. Cute little animal face looking sweeter than ever with makeup accelerating his eyes. He waves when I offer him a smile and I wave back before turning to look back around the bustling room and quickly spotting the two guys who were on either side of Hanbin (or should I call him B.I?) yesterday. Their worried eyes peek over the arm of one of the couches, a cap and some blond-brown-purple hair visible. I offer them a small wave as well and they straighten up so I can see their whole faces.

"Hey!" one calls, "Sorry about yesterday."

I shrug, "All good. I won the argument anyway."

They both grin at each other and someone appears in front of them. This someone I recongise: Bobby.

"Annyeonghaseyo (Hello)", he says slowly.

"Annyeonghaseyo (Hello)", I reply just as slowly.

"Hyung. This is CeCe. My friend", Junhoe finally speaks but his voice sounds anxious. "This is Bobby-hyung. Chanwoo and Yunhyeong-hyung you met yesterday. Jinhwan-hyung as well, obviously." He steps passed me and looks around, "That's Donghyuk-hyung", he motions to the far corner on the opposite side of the room.

I step in and look over at him, a tall, thin guy curled into a ball sleeping.

"And B.I-hyung's around", Junhoe finishes, "But I think you know that already."

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I nod slowly and can now appreciate just how screwed I really am. I'd pretty much told iKon's B.I where to stick it. Why hadn't YG-nim had me deported yet? How would B.I react to seeing me here? As if hearing my thoughts the air suddenly chills slightly and everyone turns towards the door I'd just come through. Even Donghyuk wakes up and gives me a confused look before turning to see who was entering. I turn slowly and sure enough, striding through like the prince himself is the very charismatic and cold looking B.I. Tight black pants, white and black singlet and hair swept back making his angular face look stunning. He doesn't even blink as his eyes pass over me and continues striding towards the makeup tables.

"Do you need to get makeup?" I ask and turn to Junhoe with a shaky smile.

B.I has really freaked me out. That and the fact my new friend IS A MEMBER OF YG's IKON!

"Yeah", Junhoe places a heavy hand on my shoulder. "You alright?"

I don't realise there's tears that want to come out until he's worried words shake them free.

I sniff quickly, "Yeah. Just overwhelmed. Go get prepared. Can I watch the concert here?" I motion to the huge TV mounted on the wall which is now showing an empty arena.

"I can see about getting you a seat out there, if you want", Junhoe offers, hand still on my shoulder.

"No way! Thank you, but I'm fine here."

"Okay", he shrugs, "But I expect you to stay awake for the whole thing."

I laugh at this and punch his chest lightly, "Of course I will! I'm your number one fan, remember?" 

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"Oh!" Junhoe clicks his fingers together, "That's why you recongised me straight away yesterday!"

"How could I have?" I gasp, "You were wearing a gangster disguise!"

"Gangster disguise?" Bobby asks as Jinhwan joins him beside me.

I shrug, "Everyone I met looked really tough. Even Jinhwan-ssi."

Bobby and Junhoe laugh at this and a proud smile cracks on Jinhwan's face, his eyes squinting cutely.

"Can we get ready?" B.I calls out from where he's sitting, "Junhoe. Get your makeup done."

"That's my cue", Junhoe grumbles and moves to sit next to B.I.

I look back at Bobby and Jinhwan, a little awkward now that I'm missing my right hand guy.

"Come on", Bobby motions and I follow them over to the couches, sitting between him and Yunhyeong to watch the arena gradually fill with excited fans. Junhoe soon joins us, squeezing himself in beside me and messing with my hair until I scold him lightly. He pouts but doesn't say anything, anxious eyes on the TV screen.

"Come on", B.I suddenly looms above us all, Donghyuk at his elbow. "We need to get sorted. Microphones."

Junhoe starts to hum and wail out of nowhere and I push him away as the sound echoes in my ears, before jumping to my feet to escape it.

"Great. You can leave until we're ready."

I look at B.I and am shocked to find his harsh eyes staring straight at me.

"Wh-What?" I ask, "Why do I need to leave?"

"It's a traditional thing", B.I says vaguely, "Plus you're annoying me."

"I'm annoying you?" I snap back, "Try-"

"Off we go", Junhoe suddenly cuts in and grabs my arm, dragging me to the door of the dressing room.

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