Dara wearily walked down the steps and slowly made her way back to her seat. She stood dejectedly at the end of their row and pouted after finding that her seat had been taken by a hooded man. The man in question looked up and saw her. He was waving at her. She took a moment to wipe the dirt off her lenses. She put her spectacles back on and realized that it was Panda who was waving at her.
She waved weakly back at her friend who gestured at something behind her back. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. Seungri made an I see you sign and pointed at her back once more. She turned to check and saw Jiyong standing behind her with his arms crossed over his chest.
She gave him a sheepish smile. "Hey." Jiyong continued to stare down at her without moving a muscle. It was not a good sign.
She gingerly placed both her hands on Jiyong's face and stretched his lips into a smile. The Dragon was not amused. He shook her hands off his face and continued to give her a stern look. Their three friends remained on their seat temporarily forgetting about CL's dilemma on stage and watched their not so secret OTP with bated breath.
Their eyes rounded as they saw Jiyong's hands hold Dara on her upper arms, his fingers unconsciously convulsing for a brief moment on her soft flesh. He grimaced as he took in her slightly pained expression. He took his hands off and ran frustrated fingers through his hair.
"Night is over, Dee." He told his roommate who nodded meekly at him. He turned to their friends and said, "We're leaving." The three nodded and watched wordlessly as he held Dara on the wrist and gently pulled her out of the hall.
"If that wasn't intense my name isn't Seungri." The hooded guy commented at their retreating backs.
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Let's Not Fall In Love
FanfictionSandara or Dara is nearing her 30th year. She's the stereotypical never been kissed, no boyfriend since birth, himono-onna. She's brilliant at work. Her boss loves her and her workmates adore her. She's socially inept, preferring quiet café moments...
