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Emily sprawled on her bed, letting her head hang over the side. The blood was rushing to her head and her hair covered her face, but that just meant she didn't have to look at the dress hanging on her closet door. Maroon 5 was blasting through her earbuds and making her think of home. Maybe I should visit, she mused. I could get Jiyong to go with me.

Someone touched her arm and she jumped, causing her to slide downwards and land on the floor in a twisted heap. She raked the hair out of her eyes and squinted. "You could've killed me," she huffed, pulling her earbuds out. Seungri laughed. "Hold on, let me take a picture," he said, reaching for his phone. Emily kicked him and he laughed again. "Shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asked, nodding at the dress.

"I was thinking," Emily began, sitting up. "Maybe I shouldn't go."

"You have to go!" Seungri exclaimed. "It's gonna be an awesome party!"

"Maybe, but with everything going on with this stalker and-" Emily shook her head. "It seems risky."

"Are you sure this isn't about you and Jiyong?" he asked.

"No!" she insisted. "I just don't want to ruin his moment."

"If he was afraid of that, he wouldn't have bought you a dress for tonight," he reminded her.

"It is a beautiful dress," she sighed, eyeing the deep pink silk.

"Besides, nothing else has happened since the car incident," he said, offering his hand. "There's extra security and everything."

Emily let him pull her to her feet. "Fine, but-"

"But what? Don't make me dress you myself!"

Emily blushed in spite of herself. "That's quite a proposal," she commented, "but I think I can manage."

"Good," Seungri said approvingly. "I'll see you there."

Seungri left and Emily sighed before taking the dress off the hanger.

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Jiyong pulled up to Emily's apartment in his newly cleaned Lamborghini. He checked his hair in the mirror before getting out smoothly. Should I go up or wait here? he wondered, buttoning his suit jacket. Before he could decide the front door opened and Emily came out, smiling shyly. Jiyong's breath caught as she stepped into the light, her dress shimmering softly. "Hi," he croaked, unable to summon any other intelligent words.

"Will I do?" she asked, twirling for him. Jiyong swallowed hard. "Always," he whispered, taking her hand and pulling her in. He kissed her gently before opening the car door for her. "Always," he repeated as she got in. As he got in the driver's seat and they rejoined traffic he felt a swell of pride at such a beautiful date. Seungri had mentioned she was doubtful, but she obviously overcame that. Tonight will be fantastic, he thought happily.

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They pulled up to the hotel where the party was being held and Emily took a deep breath. "Ready?" Jiyong asked.

"Ready," she replied bravely. They​ got out of the car and the fans screamed, waving pictures and lightsticks frantically. Jiyong took her hand and led her up the red carpet, waving enthusiastically. A group of photographers was crowding the door, snapping pictures rapidly. "Kiss her!" one of them shouted, the others joining in the cry. "Give us a kiss!" they insisted. To Emily's surprise Jiyong complied, putting his arm around her waist and bending her back dramatically. Emily felt her face redden as the fans cheered for them. Sagowa will have a fit, she thought, putting her arms around Jiyong's neck.