[Seungri POV]
[Next Week]
"Loosen up a little, Seungri-ah. Jeez." Jiyong hyung says.
I don't reply and continue to work on my steps. I'm sweating up a storm and it feels like I just took a shower, only stickier. Right now, we're supposed to take a break from dance rehearsals. But since Shaun left, I need to kick my effort up a notch. Deadline is nearing. And I want everything to be perfect.
Jiyong hyung grabs my arm when I was in mid-spin. "Come on, Seungri." He groans after looking in my eyes. "Don't worry about that now. That's not until two months!" He says, as if reading my mind.
I shake my head and turn around to face the mirrors. I hear him groan and walk to the back of the studio where the other guys were. I see Jiyong hyung turn the stereo back on through the mirror. He gives me a stern look, but gestures for me to continue where I left off. I start to move my feet.
That's the thing with Jiyong hyung and I. Even though I'm close with all my hyungs, Jiyong hyung is whom I'm most comfortable with. He's my best friend. And we're close enough to know what's going on in our head by just one glance in the eyes; it's as if we can read each other's thoughts. It annoys the crap out of us at times, but in the end, it really helps us. And I'm glad I have someone like him to lean on, with the rest of my other hyungs of course.
After another hour of endless steps, I stop, breathing heavily. Jiyong hyung throws me a towel and a water bottle. I gulp all the water in minutes. I start to wipe my face and my arms with the towel, feeling stickier than ever. I need a shower.
"Go take a shower." Jiyong hyung says, pointing at me. "I won't touch you until you clean yourself up."
I smile boyishly. "Than maybe I should get sweaty a lot more often. Sweat equals no touching from you, which means I don't get headlocks anymore."
"I can still use pans, Seungri. We have an endless amount of household items in our dorm." Hyung says, smirking. I groan and walk over to him, reaching for my bag. In one swift movement, I tackle Jiyong hyung down and hug him, making sure a lot of my sweat goes on his beloved clothes. I wipe my sweaty hands across his face, and I race out of the studio with him shouting a string of curse words after me.
~O~O~
"Yah, wear this." Jiyong hyung barges into my room, throwing some clothing at me. I cover myself up with a towel by instinct. He rolls his eyes and dives in my bed, facing the ceiling. "Don't be such a babo, Seungri-ah. We've all seen you shirtless before."
I blush a little and shrug it off. I throw the towel in the hamper and reach for the clothes. "Where are we going tonight?" I ask after seeing the clothes. It's a small-checkered blue and white button down shirt with a pair of slightly baggy dark blue jeans.
"Just to go eat. I think YG hyung said something about meeting the new choreographer tonight." He says nonchalantly, fixing his hair.
"Alright. Just give a few minutes." I say, heading back to the bathroom.
"No, we have to leave now." I hear him call after me.
"What?" I screech, whirling back around. "Now? But I still need time to do my hair!" I whine.
"Just get dressed already! Fix your hair in the car." Hyung says, obviously ignoring my whines.
"Aish, that's not fair, hyung. Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"Because you were too busy dancing, you babo."
I don't argue any further because he's got a point. I can never win with hyung, can I? I scrunch up my nose as I start putting on the clothes. Just wait, hyung. I'll be back for revenge!
~O~O~
"Yah, over here~"
My hyungs and I wave and smile at Seven hyung. He's one of the oldest; he's Teddy hyung's cousin. We all look up to him since he's been at YG High longer than us. We all sit down at the table, already 7 p.m.
"I hope you don't mind, but I already ordered for everybody. I'm too hungry and I can't wait." He says, already stuffing rice into his mouth. We all laugh and start eating before Seven hyung could take everything.
"By the way," YoungBae hyung speaks up. "Where's YG hyung?"
"Who?" Seven hyung says, his mouth overflowing with food. "Oh! Right! He'll be here soon. I think he's going to pick up the 2NE1 girls."
"Can't Dara noona drive?" Jiyong hyung asks. I spot the sparkle in his eyes when he says her name. I silently laugh as I hear him address her as a noona. Yeah, right, hyung. You don't add the noona around her.
Since Seven hyung is too distracted in eating, Daesung hyung answers. "You know YG hyung spoils us a lot."
"You're right." He replies.
After a few minutes of mindless conversations, YG hyung and the girls arrive. They bow and sit in between some of us, Dara noona especially sitting next to Jiyong hyung. He immediately pours her a drink.
"So, YG hyung, where's the new choreographer?" I ask him once he sits down next to me. The table goes quiet as we wait for his reply.
"She'll be arriving soon. I offered to pick her up, but she refused. She wanted to walk." He says, taking some of Seven hyung's meat away.
"Ah, hyung!" Seven hyung whines.
"You need to maintain a healthy body. Don't overstuff yourself." YG hyung scolds, already eating.
"I overstuff myself because you starve me." I hear Seven hyung mutter, pouting. Daesung hyung and I laugh since we were the only ones to hear him. Seven hyung slyly takes some of our food when YG hyung wasn't looking.
"I apologize for being so late! I didn't know it was this far." A light, soft voice interrupts our calm, funny dinner. YG hyung stands up, smiling. He extends his hand out.
"It's quite alright. Just make sure you're not late everyday from now on. It's nice to see you again." YG hyung chuckles lightly. I try to peer around YG hyung to look at the new choreographer's face. That scene in the club from last week flashes in my mind as I get a glimpse of her bare, strong legs. I shake my head as if it'll make the scenes go away and I take a few sips out of my water.
"Everybody, I want you to welcome your new choreographer as of today: Kim Heawon."