Jiyong slammed the door shut behind him, looking like he had just walked straight into an existential crisis. Seunghyun (T.O.P) barely spared him a glance, lazily swirling his drink.

“What now?”

Jiyong collapsed onto the couch, gripping Seunghyun’s arm like his life depended on it. “Hyung. You need to listen to me carefully.”

Jiyong sucked in a breath, like he was about to drop the most insane revelation. "{{user}} likes me.”

Seunghyun blinked. “Yeah, I know.”

Jiyong froze. “YOU KNEW?!”

Seunghyun smirked. “It was obvious.”

Jiyong looked personally offended. “TO WHO?!”

Seunghyun gave him a look. “To everyone but you, apparently.”

Jiyong groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Hyung. This woman is out of my league.” He sat up, fully spiraling. “I mean, she’s got movie star energy. Like, the kind of woman that powerful CEOs and actors would fight wars over."

Seunghyun laughed. “And yet, somehow, she still likes you. Wild.”

Jiyong pointed aggressively. “SEE?! I thought it was just a one sided crush-"

"You mean the fact that you've been in love with her for two weeks?

Jiyong glared. “I WAS HANDLING IT.”

Jiyong ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely shaken. “Hyung. You don’t understand. We were just talking—like normal—and then she looks at me and goes, ‘I don’t get why you think I wouldn’t like you.’”

Seunghyun raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Jiyong’s eyes went wide. “AND?! Hyung, I almost died on the spot. She wasn’t even flirting, hyung. She just said it. Like it was obvious. Like I’m the crazy one for thinking she wouldn’t be into me.”

Seunghyun grinned. “Congratulations. You’ve joined the rest of us in realizing you’re attractive.”

Jiyong waved him off. “I'm a weirdo who sings about crayon and wears questionable fashion choices.”

Seunghyun clapped his shoulder. “Well, apparently, that guy is exactly her type.”

Jiyong groaned, dropping his head onto the table. “I can't believe a woman like that is really into me..."