Seungri was the type of person to savor the words, "I love you." He never said it without purpose, used it sparingly, and when he did whisper those three words into your ear, you knew that he meant it. He was truly, utterly in love with each and every part of you.
But sometimes you didn't understand why.
Socializing with people was hard. Every aspect of it made you so anxious, especially with lingering thoughts that would drown every ounce of positivity from your mentality. What if they hated the way you looked? What if you weren't smart enough? And being in a romantic relationship with someone like Seungri basically wore at your anxiety.
You loved Seungri and admired his flashy personality. How he managed to ensnare someone with his charms was beyond comprehension for you.
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You put your drink down on a nearby table and faked a smile towards the other party attendees, you had enough tonight and the social air was suffocating your ribs like a tight corset. Seungri immediately noticed and excused himself, running towards your exit.
"Are you alright, babe?" Seungri wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. you nodded and looked towards the ground. The shame burned on your face, you just seemed so weak and pathetic, always needy.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled out. He looked at you, confused.
"For what? Babe, you did nothing wrong." He kissed your forehead and rested his chin on top of your head. You took a deep breath, smelling his faint cologne mixed with his natural scent. You felt right at home, this is where you belonged.
You smiled into his chest. He looked downwards and mirrored your cheesy smile.
"My baby has finally gone mad." He lightly joked with you. Your smile transformed into a full laugh as he held you tight and chuckled with you.
"You okay?" He mumbled into your ear. You pushed your forehead into his chest and nodded slightly.
"I'm happy."
