DA-DAH!! The Hanbin chapter!!
That's another thing - I called him B.I in the last part but Hanbin in this. I personally prefer Hanbin but feel free to comment what you'd like. It's all good. :) :)
Media is Welcome Back from iKon's Debut Concert - Love, love, LOVE this song (but then again, I say that about all of them :X). And more Hanbin 'swagging nervously' XD
Enjoy XOXO
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"Thanks for that", I snarl and cross my arms over my chest as we stop in the hall.
"You're welcome", Junhoe says, "You can't fight B.I-hyung on this one, okay? Just wait here. I'll make sure you walk us to the stage."
"Really? Wow. Sounds great", I reply sarcastically and flop down to sit on the cold floor. "Go do your secret tradition", I wave a careless hand at him, "I won't run away."
He looks at me worriedly, "Okay. I'll see you soon, CeCe."
I nod and am left to my sullen silence as he goes back into the room and closes the door. It doesn't last long though, a sudden explosion of sound and iKon surges out in full costume, a crowd of stylists and helpers fluttering around them. Junhoe breaks away from the group and reaches down to me, I grab his hands and let myself be pulled to my feet.
"Hey! You didn't run away", he grins and fiddles with his earpiece.
"Nope. I told you, number one fan."
He laughs, "I'm glad. Make sure you cheer extra loud or I won't be able to hear you all the way back here."
I roll my eyes, "I'm still annoyed about you not telling me yesterday."
"Would you have treated me differently if I had?" Junhoe asks, suddenly serious.
I make my expression serious too, "Well, not really. Just kissing the ground you walk on and stuff. I might have even paid for more of those meat stick thingies for you."
Junhoe pulls me into a rough side hug and we reach a dark room which I assume is just behind the stage.
"Good luck", I whisper, "Fighting."
He nods quietly and goes to join the rest of iKon just around the corner near the stairs which lead onto the stage.
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Suddenly, I'm all alone. All the staff have gone and so have the members. I look around quickly but they've seriously just disappeared. Out of nowhere B.I suddenly arrives, swearing under his breath and fiddling with something near his face. I want to ask if he's alright but clench my teeth together instead. Do I really care if he's alright or not? What if he was in my place, would he care? Before I even have a chance to finish asking myself the question I step in front of him.
"Are you okay?"
He glares at me darkly, "It's just a knot in my earpiece."
"Let me try", I reach out and grab where he was holding. Even in the gloom I can see it's a good sized knot.
"Just leave it", B.I snaps and tries to keep working on untangling it despite me doing the same.
I smack his hand away, "I've got it."
"No. Look", he reaches for it again.
"Just stop", I snap and smack his hand away again. "Seriously. I've got it, okay?"
His face remains expressionless but both arms finally fall to his sides allowing me to make quick work of the knot.
"There", I say and hook the earpiece over his ear, "Fighting."
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It happens so fast I don't know what's going on until moments after he's disappeared around the corner and gone on stage. He grabs my face, fingers twisting tightly in my hair and kisses me. Not a light, unsure peck of someone who's suddenly kissing a random girl they tend to argue with. It's rough and passionate. As his lips crush mine and his taste fills my mouth, I can't think of anyone but him. His sharp face and sexy, yet hostile eyes. My arms wrap around his waist and I pull myself against him as tightly as I can, sneaky fingers curling under his singlet and across his smooth skin. His fingers twist tighter in my hair for a few seconds before trailing down my neck and across my shoulders. A loud, warning beep makes us leap apart and Hanbin barely has enough time to put his earpiece in before he rushes around the corner and onto the stage with the rest of iKon. I stand there, shaking and sweating, staring at the dark, empty space in front of me. Has something that cliché just happened to me? Had he...? What did he...? Brain officially scrambled, I stumble back to the change room and sit in front of the huge TV there so I can watch the concert like I promised Junhoe but I'm not staying to congratulate them. As much as I want to, I don't think I can look at Hanbin without appearing very awkward and guilty. Or maybe just confused.
I'm not staying to see him and his nasty eyes.
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