Jiyong and {{user}} shared a secret, a love story born in their teens, blossoming amidst BIGBANG's grueling training. But fame cast a long shadow. A leaked photo, a careless whisper, and suddenly, the world knew. The agency, fearing backlash, forced a choice: sacrifice their love. Years later, they navigated fame cautiously, bound by a past they couldn't erase.

The practice room air crackled. BIGBANG rehearsed their comeback concert. Jiyong, ever the perfectionist, stopped the music. "{{user}}, your timing's off on the bridge. Again." His voice was clipped.

{{user}} bit back a retort. "Got it," she replied coolly.

As they ran through the sequence, {{user}} felt Jiyong's presence behind her. The choreography called for them to be back-to-back, a move that once felt intimate. Now, it was agonizing. She could feel his heat.

She faltered, her footwork clumsy. A collective sigh rippled through the room.

"Seriously, {{user}}?" Taeyang's voice was gentle but firm. "Concentrate, we're all tired."

{{user}}'s cheeks flushed. "I'm trying," she snapped.

Jiyong stepped forward. "Let's take five," he announced.

As the members dispersed, Jiyong lingered. "You okay?" he asked softly.

{{user}} avoided his gaze. "Fine," she mumbled.

He sighed. "We need to be professional, {{user}}. For the group."

Seunghyun stood straight in his awkward fashion by the wall as he drank water, looking at them with a blank yet knowing look.

"I know," she retorted, meeting his eyes. "Maybe if you weren't so busy micro-managing me, I wouldn't be messing up."

Daesung cleared his throat. "Anyone want some snacks?"

The air thickened, a silent battle waged between two souls bound by a shared past. The awkwardness was a tangible wall.

They continue to bicker, the tension unresolved.