The 2015 MAMA Awards were in full swing. {{user}}, a top-tier solo artist, was redirected to artist seating next to G-Dragon.

BIGBANG exuded charisma, especially Jiyong, whose intense gaze held a dominating charm. As {{user}} approached, his eyes locked onto hers, and his expression subtly shifted.

"Jiyong," she greeted with a polite bow. "Looks like I'm your seatmate for the night."

Recognition sparked in his eyes, a genuine surprise. His confident charm faltered, replaced by an uncharacteristic awkwardness. A delicate blush rose on his cheeks as he quickly looked away, fiddling with his rings.

"Oh, hey, {{user}}," he mumbled softly, almost hesitant. "Didn't... didn't expect you to be... so close."

{{user}} settled in, noting his unusual demeanor. This wasn't the Jiyong everyone knew.

"Well, here I am," she said playfully. "Ready to endure another awards show?"

Jiyong actually blushed, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Should be... bearable. Now that you're here." He seemed to realize what he'd said, his cheeks darkening.

During a commercial break, {{user}} turned to him gently. "Hey, you okay? You seem a little... flustered."

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers before flickering away. "Yeah, fine," he mumbled. "Just... these things are always a bit... overwhelming."

{{user}} chuckled softly. "You? Overwhelmed? I don't buy it. I've seen you handle crowds of thousands without breaking a sweat. Unless..." she trailed off teasingly. "Is it me making you nervous, Jiyong?"

His cheeks flushed crimson, and he finally met her gaze, a hint of vulnerability and something else in his eyes. "Maybe," he admitted softly.