Hey! Hey! Hey! Not really feeling the vibe at the moment but I'll see what I can do. :) :)
This part is dedicated to thebbsoul - thank you for supporting this story so much and I hope you continue loving it!!! XD
Media is the gorgeous Jinwoo and (keeping in the theme of a-little-love-for-WINNER) Kang Seung Yoon's Wild & Young (which used to be my life)
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"You should have told me", Hanbin says sharply.
"And why's that? Because I need your blessing for everything I do? I don't get it! It was just a joke present for some of your group members and my friends. Why the hell is this stuck up your tight arse?"
"I've been working hard and the last thing I need is for you to mess this all up", Hanbin snarls, "Distracting me is enough, but Junhoe? Jinhwan-hyung?"
"I didn't want to distract you!" I gasp, "We talked about this already. I'm not here to wreak everything you worked for, I never would!"
"I'm not so sure anymore."
My chin wobbles dangerously, "Why are you suddenly treating me like dirt?" I hiss.
"You're the one treating me like dirt."
An icy silence.
"Fine", I set my jaw and jut out my chin, "Have it your way. I'll stop being distracting." I shove on the storeroom door and it flies open, hitting the wall with a shocking bang. I don't look back as I stride into the bright hall and blink back the spots on my way to the elevator, shoving my cap into my bag as I go. I don't know what's got into him today but I'm not being the punching bag for anyone. The anger spurs me on so I'm striding out of the building and down the street. I walk and walk and walk. Glad to be alone but unable to stop thinking of Meli and Hanbin. Two of the closest people to me and I've walked away from both of them within days of each other. Meli who has always been by my side and who I've always called just before bed, until recently. Hanbin who I love and crave with every single inch of my body and soul. On top of this there's that stupid, niggling feeling still hanging around like I've forgotten something important but am still yet to recover what it is. I'm so ready to go home and snuggle into bed with a block of chocolate and scream into my pillow. I'm ready leave it all. But I'm not ready to let Hanbin slip away. The realization settles over me as sudden and chilling as a cold breeze darting past. I've waiting too long to have him by my side, I can't leave him now.
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Quickly, I double back and return to the YG Building only to remember that I can't get in on my own. The guys are at lunch but despite trying to call both Hanbin and Junhoe several times neither picks up. There's no one else's number I know. For a split second I consider just going into the reception and telling whoever's there that I'm iKON's friend and I really need to talk to Hanbin. But they've probably heard that before. For fans a little less truthful then myself. I circle the building but still can't seem to find an easy point of entry. I also have to consider that once I break in I'm probably at risk of being shot. I need to see Hanbin though and apologize. The desperation in me burns brighter and I slap an angry palm against the card reader mounted beside the side door in front of me. Why was it so easy and then so hard? A soft beep draws my attention and I stare in shock as the red light turns green and the door unlocks with a click. What? I grab the door and pull it open cautiously, not quite trusting the sudden convenience. No one is on the other side. I look behind me again, but there's no one outside either. Was there a loose wire in the reader? I edge in warily and let the door fall shut behind me, sealing my exit. I'm really worried about being shot but more anxious to find Hanbin. I race back to the practice room only to find it's still empty. Are they all still at lunch or have they headed somewhere else by now? Is any of iKON even still in the building? I don't know whether I should try another door, wait here or leave and hope I see Hanbin again soon. I don't want to wander around in case I accidently stumble in on someone as scary as TOP or G Dragon. Or how about YG himself?!
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"Freeze", comes a very low voice from behind me, accompanied by something cold and circular pressing against the back of my neck. "You move, you lose."
I stand deathly still, heart beating frantically in my chest as I try to make words form in my dry mouth. I have to tell them that I'm with iKON. I'm not some crazy fan. Suddenly the gun is pulled back and I hear a muffled snigger. I whirl around and come face to face with an incredibly beautiful guy holding a water bottle. No gun. I look around wildly. It was a water bottle?
A bloody water bottle?
"I'm Jinwoo. Sorry to scare you like that", he purrs with an easy smile, "You just looked so sneaky. The new masseur, right?"
I blink at him in shock and can't seem to process how angelic and perfect his features are. A mop of straight, brown hair hangs slightly over his eyes and his lips are the most beautiful I've ever seen.
"I-Uh", I finally manage to mumble, "I'm very busy. Mianhae (I'm sorry)." Rushing passed him, I fly out of the practice room and plough into the person standing outside.
We both fall, I literally roll head over heels before slamming into a wall and groaning dizzily. I lie there, cursing life and feeling the firey blaze of embarrassment scorch my cheeks. Today just isn't the day I save the world.
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"CeCe! Hyung! Are you okay?"
I open my eyes in surprise at the sound of Bobby's voice and watch him silently as he helps me into a sitting position and then drops to Jinhwan's side a little further down the hall. Jinhwan. No wonder it felt like something had swept my feet out from underneath me, I'd probably run straight over the poor guy.
Suddenly Jinwoo crouches in front of me and smoothly pushes the mess of hair back of my face sending a wild buzz through my skin. His perfect face inches from mine he places a hand against my forehead and I feel like I'm burning up. Why is he touching me? Why has this all happened?
"She seems to have a fever", Jinwoo calls back over his shoulder to Bobby. "It feels like she's burning up."
His touch is only making it worse and I manage to shift out of his reach. My timing is right on par. Despite not being able to see much or make sense of anything I know Hanbin's arrived the second the air changes. It doesn't get colder or warmer or windier, it just changes somehow.
"CeCe? What are you doing?"
I feel his warm, protective arm slip around my shoulders.
"I thought you'd left for class?"
So that's the lie he'd told iKon to explain my sudden departure.
I manage to shrug weakly, "You know me. I change my mind a lot."
"You also walk into people a lot, it would seem."
I'm painfully aware of my audience but I need to let him know why I'm back.
"I..." I glance around quickly, my vision clearing and all eyes on me. "Have to talk to you about..."
Hanbin draws back quickly as if suddenly realizing he's too close to me. Acting like he knows me better then he should.
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Fiksi Penggemar~ feat. Junhoe ~ **** "We could have died!" I cry dramatically. "We could have smashed our heads on the floor and died." "I wouldn't have minded", Hanbin nuzzles his face into my shoulder. "iKON might have", I say, "And YG too." Hanbin laughs agai...
