Falling For Me - Chapter Six
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Song after song passed and you completely forgot about the main reason you’d showed up to begin with. You let yourself get lost in all the songs of their first album, humming along and started crying as “A Fool’s Only Tears” was performed.
The entire time, you watched as Jiyong, your mind no longer recognizing him as G-Dragon, went from jumping around the stage, bouncing animatedly to standing stock still, holding the mic to his lips and tilting his head.
The emotion on his face, the emotion in his voice, the way his voice just barely cracked with feeling-
Your cheeks were wet with tears you couldn’t even remember crying. His voice was just so soft and it went from strong and the way he just strung those words together and-
You completely let slip the fact that you’d met him a month or so, and it only clicked again when Jiyong started walking towards you, not meeting your gaze but looking out into the crowd.
You ignored the pull to just push through the crowd to lean against the railing, but you felt yourself shaking slightly, watching as something similar to electricity just sparked off Jiyong’s very being.
He was pumping his fist, trying to get everyone to shout along and said something about jumping and you caught yourself screaming, “I LOVE YOU!” as loud as you could, leaning over the seat and forgetting everything, everyone around you.
It was funny, as the three words ripped past your lips, it felt like you were the only one who said it, regardless of the fact that everyone was practically chanting those very same words.
There must’ve been something different in the way you screamed it, and then you froze, because just as the words left your lips with that pause of a silence that wasn’t really there, the leader’s eyes met with yours.
Time stopped, and you stared, forgetting to breathe and you noticed him staring at you, hand shifting and lowering the mic just the slightest. The corners of his lips, turned in a big smile, twisted almost, faltering.
He looked surprised. And that’s when you realized.
He saw you. He was seeing you.
And more than that, he recognized you.
You could see it in his eyes, the recognition lighting up just that slight bit before he tore his gaze away, composure returning.
You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, and ducked your head, gasping. He’d seen you.
And when he looked away, it didn’t leave you feeling empty, hollow, sulky and bitter.
It made you feel complete, full, satisfied.
When you glanced back up, he was singing again, grinning brightly. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but it didn’t matter.
He was smiling, and maybe it was all just in your head, but that smile was just a tiny bit different from the smile he’d held when he first walked in. You watched him, eyes tracing his every movement, caught, taken, not daring to hope that he’d look at you again because you probably wouldn’t even be able to take it if he did, and the song finished.
He was saying something, and you weren’t even listening to what the words were, just to the way they sounded, the way his lips turned slightly as he spoke, the way his lips moved. You just watched as he laughed, and you knew that laugh, you heard it in person, right next to you, and your heart clenched painfully again.
And then, the other members were talking and Jiyong walked back in your direction, not looking at you as he plopped down onto the stage, kicking his legs off the side like a child and you watched as he scanned the crowd again.
His eyes fell on yours and he grinned, brightly, an almost crooked grin and his hand holding the mic fell into his lap. He raised his other hand and did a slight wiggle of his fingers, staring right at you, and you heard girls screaming all around you.
He winked, and there were more screams, and part of you wanted to ascertain that this was all just a coincidence and he wasn’t actually looking at you and-
Then he cocked his head, still staring at you and mouthed “backstage”.
It was then, in that moment, you realized that Kwon Jiyong was having the very same problem you were.
Because in that moment, well, what you’d like to believe, where he was talking to you - you were the only girl in the stadium.
Of course, unless you were getting ahead of yourself and he really was just talking to all 200 girls in your seating area.
You didn’t care though and just beamed back, nodding and not daring to scream and say anything because your voice was far gone by this point.
With your nod, his shoulders shook slightly with that chuckle and he got back up to his feet.
You held your breath as if trying to stop time for so long you got dizzy and let it out with a loud -whooosh-.
When you found yourself again, you were staring at Jiyong’s sweaty back, shirt soaked and clinging to his back as he was waving.
The performance was over.
You looked over at Young Su, who wasn’t really looking at you or anything. He looked almost bored and you felt somewhat relieved. You were glad he hadn’t seen you in that moment, witnessed just how much composure you probably lost during the entire ordeal.
Now, all you had to figure out was how to get through the mass of screaming girls that saw Jiyong mouth “back stage” and get to him.
If it was you he was talking to, of course.
But you wanted to ignore all of that, because, because, in that moment, it had felt absolutely real.
It had felt true.
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Song after song passed and you completely forgot about the main reason you’d showed up to begin with. You let yourself get lost in all the songs of their first album, humming along and started crying as “A Fool’s Only Tears” was performed.
The entire time, you watched as Jiyong, your mind no longer recognizing him as G-Dragon, went from jumping around the stage, bouncing animatedly to standing stock still, holding the mic to his lips and tilting his head.
The emotion on his face, the emotion in his voice, the way his voice just barely cracked with feeling-
Your cheeks were wet with tears you couldn’t even remember crying. His voice was just so soft and it went from strong and the way he just strung those words together and-
You completely let slip the fact that you’d met him a month or so, and it only clicked again when Jiyong started walking towards you, not meeting your gaze but looking out into the crowd.
You ignored the pull to just push through the crowd to lean against the railing, but you felt yourself shaking slightly, watching as something similar to electricity just sparked off Jiyong’s very being.
He was pumping his fist, trying to get everyone to shout along and said something about jumping and you caught yourself screaming, “I LOVE YOU!” as loud as you could, leaning over the seat and forgetting everything, everyone around you.
It was funny, as the three words ripped past your lips, it felt like you were the only one who said it, regardless of the fact that everyone was practically chanting those very same words.
There must’ve been something different in the way you screamed it, and then you froze, because just as the words left your lips with that pause of a silence that wasn’t really there, the leader’s eyes met with yours.
Time stopped, and you stared, forgetting to breathe and you noticed him staring at you, hand shifting and lowering the mic just the slightest. The corners of his lips, turned in a big smile, twisted almost, faltering.
He looked surprised. And that’s when you realized.
He saw you. He was seeing you.
And more than that, he recognized you.
You could see it in his eyes, the recognition lighting up just that slight bit before he tore his gaze away, composure returning.
You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, and ducked your head, gasping. He’d seen you.
And when he looked away, it didn’t leave you feeling empty, hollow, sulky and bitter.
It made you feel complete, full, satisfied.
When you glanced back up, he was singing again, grinning brightly. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but it didn’t matter.
He was smiling, and maybe it was all just in your head, but that smile was just a tiny bit different from the smile he’d held when he first walked in. You watched him, eyes tracing his every movement, caught, taken, not daring to hope that he’d look at you again because you probably wouldn’t even be able to take it if he did, and the song finished.
He was saying something, and you weren’t even listening to what the words were, just to the way they sounded, the way his lips turned slightly as he spoke, the way his lips moved. You just watched as he laughed, and you knew that laugh, you heard it in person, right next to you, and your heart clenched painfully again.
And then, the other members were talking and Jiyong walked back in your direction, not looking at you as he plopped down onto the stage, kicking his legs off the side like a child and you watched as he scanned the crowd again.
His eyes fell on yours and he grinned, brightly, an almost crooked grin and his hand holding the mic fell into his lap. He raised his other hand and did a slight wiggle of his fingers, staring right at you, and you heard girls screaming all around you.
He winked, and there were more screams, and part of you wanted to ascertain that this was all just a coincidence and he wasn’t actually looking at you and-
Then he cocked his head, still staring at you and mouthed “backstage”.
It was then, in that moment, you realized that Kwon Jiyong was having the very same problem you were.
Because in that moment, well, what you’d like to believe, where he was talking to you - you were the only girl in the stadium.
Of course, unless you were getting ahead of yourself and he really was just talking to all 200 girls in your seating area.
You didn’t care though and just beamed back, nodding and not daring to scream and say anything because your voice was far gone by this point.
With your nod, his shoulders shook slightly with that chuckle and he got back up to his feet.
You held your breath as if trying to stop time for so long you got dizzy and let it out with a loud -whooosh-.
When you found yourself again, you were staring at Jiyong’s sweaty back, shirt soaked and clinging to his back as he was waving.
The performance was over.
You looked over at Young Su, who wasn’t really looking at you or anything. He looked almost bored and you felt somewhat relieved. You were glad he hadn’t seen you in that moment, witnessed just how much composure you probably lost during the entire ordeal.
Now, all you had to figure out was how to get through the mass of screaming girls that saw Jiyong mouth “back stage” and get to him.
If it was you he was talking to, of course.
But you wanted to ignore all of that, because, because, in that moment, it had felt absolutely real.
It had felt true.