tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19691767510674874702024-03-04T20:03:00.807-08:00→ A Thousand Cranes :: Daragon Fanfic.O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-70923548558252948582009-12-30T22:45:00.000-08:002010-03-31T20:04:01.160-07:00oo. Prologue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBkP63em6QU5Vgn7-thpbR0RhdKw5vXp1VU41leBIvdY-yoMVeTmYrKu_tx6h9NM4S1Mt6qce5beMY9JQFg_Gg1NUxCQr0c2za40kGDlpU6Emse2WSkHAvNI9OZznuQPe7nTLXNM0o0k/s1600/thousandcranes+(1).png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBkP63em6QU5Vgn7-thpbR0RhdKw5vXp1VU41leBIvdY-yoMVeTmYrKu_tx6h9NM4S1Mt6qce5beMY9JQFg_Gg1NUxCQr0c2za40kGDlpU6Emse2WSkHAvNI9OZznuQPe7nTLXNM0o0k/s400/thousandcranes+(1).png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454999008112108770" /></a><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></i></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I watched him from the distance. "He's really amazing", I thought. I'd observe him from afar everytime he performs on stage, but still keeping the fact that hes a total playboy in mind. I hate him. Hate him so much. Hes arrogant, irritating to the human eye, and is totally inconsiderate. I observed as his body swayed with the lyrics of his solo album song, "</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Heartbreaker.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" His shiny, gold-white hair bounced from side to side as he moved, his eyes blazing with stage confidence. ..But...what is this feeling?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shes so.....</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He crouched on the guest seat in 2NE1's recording room, his eyes fixed on the girls. Or more specifically, one girl. '</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...unique.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">' he thought to himself. "Unique my ass. So Annoying." He watched her sing her heart out, her relaxed angelic face resonating the room along with her voice. So annoying..her, or my heart that seems to pound too much?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/azeyhd.html"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><div style="text-align: center;">{ B e g i n S t o r y }</div></span></a></blockquote>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-50393752931299026552009-12-30T22:43:00.001-08:002010-03-22T20:49:40.749-07:00Chɑpter o1: The Recording Studio<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Baby boy</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">why do you always have so much to say to that extent?</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">stuffy baby boy</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I know you're going to confess your love to me</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Stop right there." Teddy leaned in and spoke through the intercom in 2NE1's recording studio, "Dara. Your voice seems a bit dead, make it more alive and upbeat. You want this single to come out big, don't you?"<br /><br /></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> watched as a tense look crept upon the singers face. The four of them stood in the studio, headphones/mikes and all, recording Dara's new digital single album "Kiss". The small bob headed girl reached her arm and placed a hand on her group members shoulder and gave her a reassuring look. "Lets try this one more time, okay?"<br /><br />Dara smiled and felt her confidence return, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> always manages to make her feel so much better. Her happy go lucky personality must be contagious.<br /><br />"Yeah," Dara cleared her throat and gave Teddy a thumbs-up sign, "I'll do it properly this time!"<br /></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Teddy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> smiled and ordered the recording from the beginning. The four girls began to sing the intro, then it immediately shined onto the lead singer.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"...Right now swaying, the two of us</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />We dangerous<br />in danger danger danger danger"<br /><br />"..and CUT!" Dara smiled as </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">everyone's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> hands broke into claps, congratulating her for doing a good job. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> turned around and took a glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the door, "Alright then, that was fantastic! No doubt this single will sell for millions."<br /><br />Suddenly, a loud knock was heard on the door. Teddy immediately reached for the handle and twisted it open to reveal a shaggy brown haired boy. He stood frozen with a stern look on his face, but it immediately melted into a bright cheesy smile. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"TEDDY! How long was this recording!? We've been waiting for what felt like DECADES. Did you know that </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was so tired of waiting he fell asleep!?!?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Teddy raised an eyebrow and eyed the four girls who gave him a shoulder shrug. He slowly turned back to the energetic boy who had a hard time controlling his speech, "-TOP had to attempt to wake him up, you know, instead of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">? Oh, I was a pretty patient though, </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me and Seungri were playing with these really cool trasparent three sided dice</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> n'</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> GD said if we managed to roll a three and then a two then he would treat us to lunch </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but you know since you guys took SUCHALONGTIME</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,he-"<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BABO</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">DAESUNG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!"<br />"AH! GD!" The chatterbox crashed onto the floor as he was headbutted by a white-</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">goldish</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> haired boy with dark eyes. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, otherwise known as GD or G-Dragon was the leader of the five member boy band of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Entertainment, Big Bang. He stepped over </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> body into the recording room, followed by three other members who either chuckled or grinned while helping the poor boy up.<br /><br />"Behave yourself." GD wore a curved smirk on his face and looked over to the now stunned ladies, "You have to be courteous in front of women, especially ones as beautiful as these." He flashed CL a smile, and quickly received one in return.<br /><br />"Will it be long?" TOP (Seunghyun) A boy with dark, sharp piercing eyes asked with politeness, ignoring the leaders statement. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Parkbom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, the long, chocolate haired girl exited the recording place followed by the three girls. Dara followed </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and left the door open behind her, her eyes immediately met the ones of the naive dragon as she froze in place. They held the gaze for awhile, but it was soon broke down by the sound of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> voice.<br /><br />"AH, AH! GD! THREE AND A TWO!" The cheerful boy pointed to the two three sided dice on the ground, one with a two and another with a three, "free lunch for me and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, man!"</span></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> reached down and scooped the two dice in his hands, throwing them in the air and then catching them. He dropped them in his right </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">chestpocket</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and made his way inside the studio, "They're waiting."<br /><br />"Che." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> followed his group member and shoved his hands in his </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">jeanpockets</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Buzzkill</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">."</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />"Alright, then." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Teddy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> waved the girls out of the way and indicated them to go, "Dara, we'll be making your </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">MV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> for 'Kiss' soon. There's going to be a meeting regarding the concepts tomorrow afternoon, so make sure you'll be here on time." He gave her a nod of his head in response to her 'okay', then clapped his hands for the entertainers attention.<br /><br />"And as for Big Bang, lets get started."<br /></span><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-o2.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-o2.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Two }</span></a><br /></div></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-20028025242528776692009-12-30T22:43:00.000-08:002010-02-23T22:20:11.264-08:00Chɑpter o2: Presence<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Really Really, Really</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Want to do a Collaboration with them! </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..your such a lucky girl." CL pranced down the hallways of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Entertainment's building, her arms cutting the air as she spun around in a circle. She positioned herself walking backwards to face the long haired member of 2NE1 who was giving her a strange look.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, I respect you." The girls laughed as their leader pretending to worship the girl with a praying sign.</span></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Haha</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, Stop bullshitting." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> rolled her eyes and laughed, "Hey. You already did your "Leaders" song for GD's new album. Plus...we all know you have a little something for </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">."<br /><br />The four group members exited the building into the busy city, they climbed into the car and made way to the NB Club for a celebration party.<br /><br />"..I do not!" CL said, continuing their little conversation in the building as she reached for her seat belt and strapped herself in the front seat. "I just really look up to them...you know, they're so much more experienced. It'd be nice to work with </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">all </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">them to get the taste of their medicine" She said, slightly blushing as the girls leaned in on her with smirks. The only one who stayed leaned back on her seat was Park </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, who just observed the chattering girls closed up in the front.<br /><br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have no way to connect to them. I barely know who Big Bang is.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">' She thought to herself, turning away from them and looking out the window. '</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've only been here for a busy few months.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'<br /><br />"Dara?"<br />She immediately snapped out of her train of thought and turned towards the voice. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> flipped back on her seat and placed an arm around her. "Don't be out of the loop. I'm sure you've heard of Big Bang before, even before you debuted!"<br /><br />Dara laughed sheepishly and fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, "Well..yea." A sudden flashback of GD took over her mind, but she quickly shook it off.<br /><br />"Well don't worry. One day, we'll be able to debut with them." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> said, "But of course I bet they're going to choose CL </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> first to be featured in G-Dragon's new album. You'd like that, no?" she finished, nudging the back of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chaerin's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> seat. There was no response except for a smile in the rear view mirror.<br /><br />"AYAH!" Dara jolted from her seat and placed her hands on </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bom's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> shoulder in panic, " </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, I left something in the recording room!"<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Aie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, Dara. What did you leave? We didn't bring anything in there." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> said, "We can call </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and ask him to get some people to return it to you later."<br /><br />"No! Its very important. I have to go get it, Sorry."<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> "Don't keep us waiting too long!"<br /><br />"Ah, I wont! If I'm not back within ten minutes, don't wait for me!" Dara waved at the driver and turned around, breaking into a run towards </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Entertainment Studios. She pushed the door open with a grunt and made her way up the elevator.<br /><br />"Studio 12..12..." The dark haired girl ran down the wide hallways past the portraits of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Entertainment's artists, her ponytail bouncing up and down behind her head. She slowed down her pace as the gold engravings marked "Studio 12" Came into sight. Dara reached for the silver handle and slowly opened the heavy metal door with a quiet click and peeked inside. Her eyes only caught sight of two boys that seemed to be T.O.P and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Let me hear your voice</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If we become honest, surely</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />We'll be able to understand </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">eachother</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Please open your heart</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Let me hear your voice</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The path we have come is, for us, surely an important STEP to that future</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara remained still by the door, she felt her whole body paralyzed. CL was right. They were absolutely amazing and definitely worth collaborating with. They're voices blended nicely together to create a soft, relaxing melody as if their soul was flowing into the lyrics of the song.<br /><br />She continued to watch the two boys from her current position. They had their eyes closed with their body moving slowly to the beat. Suddenly, another boy came into sight. Dara's eyes widened as she found her body opening the door wider to reveal </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kwon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, who now seemed the most confident, and powerful out of them all. Together, their voices resonated with the room and the music creating a perfect piece.<br /><br />"Dara? What are you doing back here?"<br />"OH!" She let go of the door handle and let it slam shut as she nervously stepped in.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"That...I left something here. I came to retrieve it, sorry if I'm disturbing you guys.." She said, bowing her head to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> once apologetically and then walking to the other side of the room in search of her lost item.<br /><br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where did I leave it?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">' She thought to herself, creases formed at her forehead in worry. She froze to think for a moment.<br /><br />F L A S H B A C K<br /><br />"Ah..2NE1 is here. Lets get the recording set up."<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, It's been such a long time since I've recorded here." CL raised her arms in the air and dropped herself down in the green bean bag resting chair.<br /><br />Dara took a seat next to the groups leader in the purple beanbag and crossed her legs together, "Hopefully this single will come out okay."<br /><br />"Are you doubting your abilities? Your in 2NE1 for a reason! You'll do fine, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">." Dara smiled as </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> gave her a quick hug around the neck.<br /><br />"Alright, You guys may assemble inside the room." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> held open the door as the girls got up from their seats and made their way into the recording.<br /><br />E N D O F F L A S H B A C K<br /><br />Dara gasped of realization and immediately got onto all fours on the ground.<br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I must have dropped it around here, then.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">' She slowly crawled to random places in the room, triple checking the places near the beanbags.<br /><br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dammit...where is it...'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> She continued to crawl her way into the corner and back, but suddenly felt her head hit someones leg. She froze and slowly raised her head up to see T.O.P staring down at her with a raised eyebrow.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-o3.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{ Chapter Three }</span></a><br /></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-83145453059624330832009-12-30T22:42:00.000-08:002010-03-24T12:55:30.212-07:00Chɑpter o3: A Boy.<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..She froze and slowly raised her head up to see T.O.P staring down at her with a raised eyebrow.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Park </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">?"</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He said her name in a calm tone with a hint of curiosity, "What are you doing on the ground?"</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"></span>."</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara lowered her head </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">in embarrassment</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and silently cursed herself</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She returned to T.O.P's face with a smile and got on her knees, "I was looking for something I left here...is your recording over?"</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She listened to the tapping of his foot for a few seconds, then got her reply.<br /><br />"Ours is. GD still has to stay for his solo singles recording." He said, looking to another direction.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. What are you-" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> froze awkwardly and turned to his mate, "Why is she on the floor?"<br /><br />Dara rolled her eyes and sighed.<br /><br />"Well. Good luck on whatever your doing, lets go </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> placed his hands on the rappers shoulders and maneuvered him towards the door. TOP took one glance back at the girl who was still on the floor, waving goodbye to the two. She watched as they met up with the other two members and exited the recording room.<br /><br />"Okay, G-Dragon. Are you Ready?"<br /><br />Dara turned her head and watched the leader tilt his head with a crooked smile, motioning his fingers with an "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ok</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" sign.<br /><br />A calm beat played for a few seconds, and then a synthesized voice began to play.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I can't breathe (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)<br />I can't breathe (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)<br />I can breathe no more (yeah)</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And then, he began to sing.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I can breathe no more</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, I can sleep no more</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In this crazy world, the cold heart of the city, I'm alone</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can't live no more</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, But I can't stop no more</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">even if I close my eyes I can't hear your breathing anymore</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She once again found herself completely absorbed into his music, his voice. Dara shook her head and wore a determined look on her face, and resumed to looking for her lost item.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;" id="fullpost"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can't deny, a night I quietly sleep<br />You appear in me, you're so beautiful<br />Hey gorgeous sweet amazing baby<br />I know you want it baby<br />You and me hardcore right now<br />Til you say no more"<br /><br />'I wonder who wrote this song. It definitely suits his personality' </span></span><span id="fullpost"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara thought, chuckling to herself.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara stared frozen at the clock, it was already way past 10 minutes. The rest of the girls probably left already. She sighed</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and almost considered giving up.<br /><br />"No! I have to find it. Its precious to me" She immediately bolted up from her seat, only to be standing face to face within inches to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kwon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.<br /><br />"Just how long have you been crawling around here on the floor like a bug?" He asked, giving a short chuckle.<br /><br />"Just how long have you been watching me crawl around?" Dara asked repulsively. "Did you not notice me smiling at times while singing, watching you on the ground like that? I bet you did, because you were looking at me half of the time." He said, smirking.<br /><br />Dara gulped and tried to think of something to say, but nothing witty came to mind. This guy had a sharp tongue. She gave him a glare and scooted past him, knocking his shoulder aside. With a quick movement, he grabbed her hand from behind and twisted her around to face him again.<br /><br />"Looking for this?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Dara's eyes widened at the sight of what she was looking for, he held the photo between his two fingers and waved it around in the air. She made a grab for it, but he quickly pulled it back in time. She watched furiously as he squinted to take a glance at the photo.<br /><br />"Boyfriend?" He said, flashing the photo of a young boy and a young girl sitting beside </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">eachother</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> on a park bench. They were holding hands with startled expressions, the girl looked a few years older than the boy.<br /><br />Dara took the chance and grabbed the photo out of his hand, sending him a sharp look.<br />"Like hell I'd have such a young boyfriend." She snapped, "Why do you have this?"<br /><br />He pointed to the inside of the recording room, gaze still fixed on her, "Found it in there."<br /><br />"Well." She gulped, "Next time it'd be nice if you actually told me you have it so I wouldn't be crawling all over the ground."<br /><br />"Che. How can I do that while recording? I'm sure you didn't want me to interrupt myself in the middle of a song because you know you love it so much." The white haired boy shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away with his crooked smile, "Going to the wrap-up party?"<br /><br />"..Yeah." Dara shoved the photo back into her pocket, and this time zipped it closed for safety.<br /><br />"Need a ride?"<br /><br />She considered this offer for a moment, '</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the girls have definitely left by now. And I have no other way of getting there.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'<br /><br />"Fine."<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You still haven't answered my question." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> tapped the pocket of a just slightly pissed off girl, "Who is that boy in the picture?"<br /><br />Dara shot him a glare, causing him to look away. She sighed and pressed her lips together before she spoke, "A friend from when I was younger."<br /><br />"Are you sure hes just a friend? You made him look awfully important back there with your constant anger."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />"Well that's not up to you to decide, is it?" She retorted.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />"Mm. No really, I think that's why I'm asking you."<br /><br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this son of a bastard..</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">' Dara wrinkled her nose and looked off to the other side.<br /><br />It wasn't long until they reached the NB Club in Seoul, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> had reserved the whole club just for themselves and a few other acquaintances of the industry along with a few guests.<br /><br />"What are you doing?" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> said to the paralyzed girl inside of the car. He tapped the window to get her attention and she quickly revived to life,<br /><br />"Lets go in."<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-o4.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{ Chapter Four }</span></a><br /></div></div></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-42971150935603936252009-12-30T22:41:00.000-08:002010-03-06T20:55:17.065-08:00Chɑpter o4: A Little Something.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Dara!"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not long before the two entered the noisy and upbeat place, they were greeted by many people of the industry. They settled down in an all around booth along with the other members.<br /><br />"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you." TOP asked, offering his leader a shot.<br /><br />"That little locust was searching for something, and I just finished recording so I decided to accompany her here." GD replied, resting his arm around the seat.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kyah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Dara </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, what did you have to find? You missed out on a lot of things." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> punched the arm of her group member lightly while she nodded and laughed nervously<br /><br />"Well, at least she managed to find it." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> took a sip of her ice water and placed it down on the table with a clunk. "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Huasah</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...you came with GD </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oppa</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, no? Are you sure nothing happened?" she whispered into the ears of the now surprised-looking girl.<br /><br />There was a slam of a cup on the glass table, silencing the three girls as they jolted their heads to their leader.<br /><br />CL gulped down the water she was resting in her mouth and gave them a sweet smile. "Lets go dance." She said, pushing herself up from the seat and made her way onto the dance floor.<br /><br />"Nice going, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> unnie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"></span> isn't deaf you know" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said.<br /><br />Dara worriedly watched her slowly walk down the stairs, one step at a time. She was immediately surrounded by a group of boys, pleading for a dance.<br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah! Everyone, who wants another shot!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> asked, handing out glasses of drinks to everyone who raised their hand. "Drink up, people~!" He froze and looked at the group, eyeing each and every one.<br /><br />"Wheres G-Dragon?" He asked.<br /><br />"Ah..." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> laughed and played with the ice cube in his shot, "That kids probably off somewhere playing his games as usual."<br /><br />Dara listened to this closely and narrowed her eyes, '</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">CL... does she know about this?'<br /><br />"</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Lets go dance!" She was once again snapped out of her thoughts and was pulled by the arm out of her seat by </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, who was eager to get moving.<br /><br />The three of them reached the dance floor in almost seconds, she was immediately released by the two girls as they quickly descended in the mixture of people under the bright lights. Dara felt a smile creep upon her face of realization as she heard the upcoming song, "Fire" by 2NE1 themselves. She listened to the crowd sing along with the lyrics as she began to move her body to the dance moves.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahyo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, look at Dara </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">noona</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> go!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> leaned over the handles of the upper part in the club and clapped his hands in the air. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> joined him in the spot and observed the girl on the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dancefloor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> who seemed to stand out the most. He chuckled for a moment and returned back to his seat.<br /><br />Dara panted as she stopped and took a seat at the nearest chair she could find. she held her chest and took a sip from the glass of water she found on the table.<br /><br />"Alright everyone, who's ready for a song specially sang by CL and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> themselves?"<br /><br />The crowd screamed of excitement at the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">DJ's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> sudden announcement, Dara smiled and began to clap her hands with the rest of the audience as she watched CL and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Climb onto the stage to the mikes.<br /><br />Everyone began to move as the synthesized beat began to play, then </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> began to Rap.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This is, This is, You know this is </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tu</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tu</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 2NE1,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I encounter you, my heart becomes a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">rollercoaster</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> ride.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It rocks up and down and then comes back..</span></span><wow><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />The sound of "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wooo's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" and "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">yaaay's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" were heard upstairs, mainly coming from </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> as the chorus came,<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Please don't go, stay by my side.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tonight, I don't </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wana</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> be alone</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please don't go, you have to stay.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So my feelings towards you can last an eternity, baby"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />After the song was over, the crowd clapped their hands and demanded an encore. CL quickly exited the stage while </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> continued to stand and wave to the audience with a grin.<br /><br />"Ah! I have to go tell CL she did a great job" She shot up from her seat and ran towards the dance </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">floor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. She cut through the crowd, keeping her eye on the now fast-paced </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.<br /><br />"Excuse me...sorry...sorry!.excuse me..."<br /><br />She had reached the hallway to the bathroom, calling after CL but was not heard. Dara broke into a jog and proceeded to chase after her leader who had disappeared around the corner<br /><br />Dara panted for air and slowed down to turn around the corner, "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Good job on-" She immediately froze in her tracks, eyes widened in shock.<br /><br />There she saw CL leaning on the wall with GD pressing himself against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her lips along with his.<br /><br />She quickly spun around and hid behind the corner, breathing heavily at what she had just witnessed.<br /><br />GD placed a hand on her cheek, cupping her face while breaking the kiss and ended it with a smirk,<br /><br />"CL...</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, what are you doing?"<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..." CL breathed and played with the hair at his nape,<br /><br />"Be mine."<br /><br /></span></wow></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><wow><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></wow></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara held her breath as she ran down the hallway to the entrance.<br /><br />"What..what just happened there? CL..." She blinked her eyes a few times in shock, she didn't know </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> would have been the type to do something like that.<br /><br />Her thoughts were immediately absorbed into the chanting of the people on the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dancefloor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">HEARTBREAKER</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!"<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">HEARTBREAKER</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!"<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">HEARTBREAKER</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!"<br /><br />"Alright, alright guys, calm down. Lets see if we can get G-Dragon up here."<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KWON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JIYONG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,"<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KWON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JIYONG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,"<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KWON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JIYONG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,"<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KWON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JI</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-"<br /><br />They were silenced in an instant, and then broke into wild screams as GD suddenly appeared beside Dara. She shifted her head to the side to take a glance at the melancholic boy, he didn't return the look but simple grinned and walked towards the stage.<br /><br />"Dara</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"></span>? What are you doing here?"<br /><br />She spun back to the voice of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> walking up to her, her eyes were big as she wore a confused look on her face.<br /><br />"I...uh..." Dara stuttered at her words, scratching the back of her head. "That..."<br /><br />CL laughed and shook her head, "Your so silly. Come on," She placed an arm around her group member, "Lets go back to the tables."<br /><br />"Everyone, are you ready?" GD spoke through the mike.<br /><br />"YEAH!"<br /><br /></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> smiled. "Alright then." He murmured to himself.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-o5-in-or-out.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Five } </span></span></span></a><br /></div></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span><wow></wow></span></span></span></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-72768544942580134972009-12-30T22:20:00.000-08:002010-02-23T22:25:59.646-08:00Chɑpter o5: In, Or Out?<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No no</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">... </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yo ma heart heart heart heart heart breaker</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, What did I do wrong?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yo ma heart heart heart heart heart breaker,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No way no way</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aigoo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Where did you guys go? Suddenly disappearing like that..." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> placed her hands on her hips.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, your so mean!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> cried jokingly, "Leaving me on stage dealing with all the commentaries"<br /><br />"Sorry, sorry!" CL smiled and sat down, reaching for the leftover shot on the table, "I went to the bathroom."<br /><br />"Nature calls." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said, "You two did a great job back there!"<br /><br />"Thanks" CL grinned and pointed her shot to the boy who was dancing onstage, "But as of now, G-Dragon dominates the stage."<br /><br />The girls turned their attention to the white haired boy who was dancing and singing on the stage. Their mouth immediately fell open in to smiles as they watched him move with confidence. He was so powerful on stage. His hair swayed from side to side when he danced, his body moving along with the beat.<br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"i’m sick of my love’s tragedy no way</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">everyday i ask the same thing, you say i changed, will you shut your hypocritical mouth?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">say after knowing who I’m competing against. I’m now out of control, by myself continuously-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that moment that place goodbye and goodbye</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pfft</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> crossed his legs and placed an arm around the chair rest, "One day, I'll definitely become great like GD </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oppa</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!" </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright then, everyone! Who's ready for a drinking competition?"<br /><br />There was a series of "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yea's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" or "Bring it on!"'s as </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> began to pour liquor in various glasses.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, you get the first shot."<br /><br />TOP smiled and shook his head, leaning back on the railings. "I think I'll observe on this one."<br /><br />"..Alright..." He maneuvered himself to his right, "Then, I challenge </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to the first glass."<br /><br />"Oh?" CL smiled and flipped her bangs out of her eyes, "You sure picked on the wrong person."<br /><br />"We'll see about that." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> smirked.<br /><br />The observers "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ohhh</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"'d as they watched CL chug down the glass in less than 10 seconds. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> wrinkled his nose as she wiped her mouth and gave him a raised eyebrow look of confidence.<br /><br />"My turn!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> picked up two glasses from the table and handed one to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Who gave him a confused look. "GO, GO!"<br /><br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Is he out of his mind!? </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is underage!' </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara looked at her group member in panic as she took the shot in her hands with a doubting look.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!" Without thinking, she grabbed the liquor from her hands and held it to her mouth as she began to chug. Everyone stared at her as if she was crazy, because they knew Dara wasn't such a strong drinker.<br /><br />"D-Dara." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> held onto the shoulders of her </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> as she banged the glass onto the table with a stuttering mouth. "Dara, are you okay?"<br /><br />"I'm fine." She smiled and waved her arm around in reassurance<br /><br /></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> smirked and quickly grabbed another glass that was a bit bigger than the last one. "I challenge second shot!"<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ohhhhhhh</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Everyone said as </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> bit her lip in worry.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, stop it. Your drunk."<br /><br />There was a hysterical laughter coming from him, catching everybody off guard with surprise, "Am I, now? Come on, we're just having fun. Dara </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">noona</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, go!"<br /><br />"Dara.."</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> continued to hold the shaking girl, she reached out and grabbed the shot from </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesungs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> hands and prepared to drink it.<br /><br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is bad.'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">TOP's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> forehead creased in thought, '</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I better take it for her before she gets any worse.' </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He took a step towards the group, but was soon interrupted by someone who walked in his place.<br /><br />Dara raised the glass to her lips and closed her stinging eyes, only to feel the shot suddenly snatched away from her hand. She opened her dreary eyes and watched the blurry boy chug down every last bit of liquor in the glass, leaving it spotless as he wiped his mouth and gently placed it on the table. Her vision slowly began to become more clear as she squinted to see </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> standing in front of the group, his hands shoved in his pockets as he gave off a dominating aura.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..I thought I told you to behave yourself." He said and took a seat between </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, revealing a awkwardly positioned T.O.P with a dumbfounded look. GD turned towards Dara, who now seemed to look a bit healthier than before.<br /><br />"Don't drink when you know you can't handle it, locust." He teased, meeting </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">CL's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> narrowed eye and then looking away to meet her eyes.<br /><br />"In return for me drinking the shot for you, I have a request." He announced, grabbing </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">everyone's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> full attention.<br /><br />Dara bit her lip and cupped her mouth to hold back a hiccup. She glared at the overconfident leader as he leaned in towards her from across the table,<br /><br />"Sing us something onstage with choreography, will you?" He said, showing off his crooked smile as the others broke into whispers.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aigoo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, I want to hear Dara sing something today!" CL added, crossing her legs together and rocking back and forth holding her knee. She was soon supported by the cheering and pursuance of the others while </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> made a loud howling noise and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> breaking into a clap.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unnie.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">." Dara turned to the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">maknae</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> of their group as she received an encouraging look. She sent her a half smile and turned to her companions, giving them a small nod as they began to struggle to push her out of the seat.<br /><br />"Hey," TOP grabbed the elbow of the moving girl and reached out on the table to grab a cup of half filled water, "Drink this first..just </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">incase</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> something starts to act up on stage."<br /><br />Dara eyed him for a moment, hesitating. She then slowly took the glass in her hand and began to drink it, after finishing the half cup of water she gave it back to TOP and made her way down the neon stairs.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />"Alright..</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyone's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> having a blast!" The DJ Announced as he rummaged through the disks for a new song, the crowd demanding for more entertainment. "Shall we play some </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">se</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">7en next? </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aiyo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...what a pain. How-"<br /><br />"Ah..</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahjussi</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?" Dara poked the thick arm of the DJ who quickly turned to her attention.<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ei</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Park </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! What can DJ </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mahn</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> do for you?"<br /><br />Dara shuffled her feet and scratched the place behind her ear in sudden embarrassment, "I'd like to sing a song."<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Of course! Could of said so earlier!" He immediately turned towards the chanting crowd and held onto the mike,<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">HeyHey</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Everybody, There has been a sudden urge to sing for Park </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!" He grabbed the girl from her shoulders and immediately placed her in the middle of the stage in place of him. The people on the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dancefloor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> screamed and raised their hands in excitement.<br /><br />"And what song would you like to sing for us?" He asked.<br /><br />"Ah...song?" Dara stared at the DJ, her mouth forming into an uncomfortable smile, "..that is uh..."<br /><br />"Shes going to sing 'In or Out.'"<br /><br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahh</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Whats this?" DJ </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">mahn</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> leaned in on the mike, causing Dara to flinch. Everyone turned to the loud voice from the back, revealing </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Entertainment's Big Bang and 2NE1 standing on the inner balcony. The White haired boy stood in the center, holding a microphone in his hands.<br /><br />"A Request from our very own G-Dragon, In or out, you say?" He turned towards Dara, who was making rude faces at </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. She scowled as he pulled the bottom of his eye down and made a face, but quickly returned to normal to greet the DJ.<br /><br />Dara held the microphone in her hand and prepared herself as the music began to play, the audience began to bounce up and down in time of the melody. She tapped her foot as she began to sing along,<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in or out, am i in or out?"<br />"AM I IN OR OUT?"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "in or out, am i in or out?"<br />"AM I IN OR OUT?"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "in or out I hope I’m okay with you, </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and I won’t be mad</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> if I’m in or out in your heart"<br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She closed her eyes and smiled as the crowd began to clap their hands, followed by her friends.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Catching herself off guard, she found herself slowly moving along with the music and dancing to the song.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a sudden outburst of cheering as Dara moved on to the chorus, immediately overpowering the sing along voice.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She pointed her finger out into the crowd, indicating them to sing the chorus.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sarang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hamida</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> boy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> but I’m afraid</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> that your mom won’t approve me</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,<br />If she knew that</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I like you</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,<br />She might tell that I’m cheap"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aigoo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, it feels like Dara is taking control of the whole club now!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said to CL, who stood beside her with her arms crossed, her head slightly bouncing up and down. She looked at </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> from the corner of her eye and caught him smirking.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don’t wrinkle your head</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,<br />I’m not good in acting</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,<br />I might not be good in Tagalog And in English<br />Even though I’m like these, I am true</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />that’s why I can tell that I love you"<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stopped singing for an instrumental part, but instead jumped up and down clapping her hands along with the audience. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"If I'm staring at nowhere, and I'm very naughty, are we compatible?"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What can you say?"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><p style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="EC_MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She shuffled her feet to the side and began to dance</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stopped and raised the mike to her lips, and finished the performance off.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"If I'm in or out in your heart, am i in or out?</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> turned away from the stage at the roaring audience, tilting his red cap down as he smirked and whispered something to himself.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-o6.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-o6.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Six }</span></a><br /></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-5126578440406817642009-12-30T22:00:00.000-08:002010-03-24T00:06:40.190-07:00Chɑpter o6: Confession<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Aigoo, Tonight was a blast! Dara, you really heated things up on the last bit." Bom placed an arm around her friend and pinched the side of her cheek, causing Dara to flinch and then burst into laughter.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"It was okay, I guess." She said. Her eyes looked towards the front mirror and immediately met CL's in which she gulped and quickly averted to somewhere else. There was a sudden awkward silence in the van as it rocked back and forth in the empty roads.<br /><br />Minzy turned around from her seat, spotting both her Unnie's attention.<br /><br />"Ay! Dara unnie, your MV for "Kiss" will be shooting the day after, no? There's a meeting regarding it tomorrow, I think, according to what Teddy oppa said back in the recording studio..."<br /><br />"Oh..right." The Unnie said, knocking her forehead with the heel of her palm, "I need to get some rest for that, or else I won't be able to absorb any of the MV's concept at all."<br /><br />"Do you know who's going to be featured in it?"<br /><br />Dara turned towards the mirror again and stared into CL's unpredictable dark eyelined eyes, then slowly shook her head.<br /><br />"Aigoo, Minzy! No matter who it is, we will definitely go to the shooting site to support Dara! Shes the first one chosen out of all of us to to release a solo single, it's important to us too since we're in the same group."<br /><br />Minzy smiled at the eldest unnie and gave an enthusiastic nod in agreement. She turned forward again and grabbed onto the shoulder of the unnie beside her,<br /><br />"Chaerin, you'll definitely be there too, right?"<br /><br />There was a long pause of hesitance, the leader then turned towards the maknae and nodded with a sincere smile, receiving one in return. She looked into the front mirror once again and opened her mouth to speak,<br /><br />"By the way."<br /><br />Dara shifted her eyes, clutching at her knees. She met Chaerin's orbs for the third time and received a sweet smile,<br /><br />"Great performance back there."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The next morning was felt to be quite cold and dark, the sun barely rising as Dara prepared to get up and make her way to the bathroom after being the first one to wake up from the short sleep she had last night.<br /><br />She staggered herself into the bathroom that she had to share with the other three girls, and prepared to do her hair. She stood there for a moment, staring at herself in the mirror observing into her own dark rimmed eyes. Plugging the blow dryer into the outlet, she quickly blew her hair a few times into place and settled for a high messy bun at the back of her head.<br /><br />After applying her makeup and getting dressed into a long white shawl shirt and leggings, Dara slipped on her beige boots and prepared to head out the door.<br /><br />"Dara"<br /><br />She froze and reverted her head back, catching sight of CL leaning against the side door in her Lime Green Pajamas.<br /><br />"Ai, good morning Chaerin!" Dara greeted as she lifted herself up and patted her bottom.<br /><br />"Where are you going so early in the morning?"<br /><br />"Aiyo...I woke up earlier than usual, so I decided to take a stroll outside before leaving in the afternoon for the meeting at the studio."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.......Dara paced along the sidewalk of the empty morning roads, paying little interest in her surroundings than she seemed to be.<br /><br />From the corner of her eye, she watched Chaerin walk beside her, looking straight ahead with a blunt smile.<br /><br />It was awkward for a few moments, until she finally began to speak.<br /><br />"It's sure been awhile since we debuted big from "Fire"" CL said, turning to her unnie with a grin and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Dara, you better work hard to make us look good!"<br /><br />"Yeah, I will. I'll be looking forward to Chaerin's support at the shooting site."<br /><br />A sudden flashback of Jiyong and Cl back in the club last night played through her mind, freezing all her thoughts away for awhile but then quickly revived back to reality. 'Are they going out?' Dara asked herself, but decided she won't get an answer unless she asked.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Chaerin?"</span></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />"Hm?"</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />"Are you and GD going out?"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara bit her lip as she noticed her friend slow down in her tracks, she turned around and faced her leader with a curious look as she watched her mouth form into a smile,<br /><br />"Yeah. We are."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></div></span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />"Dynamics man, dynamics! Bring the power of love out through the near end and conclude it with a smooth move and a powerful meaning.......Oi Dara, are you listening?"<br /><br />Teddy snapped his fingers as he tried to bring the unfocused girl back to reality, in which failed completely.<br /><br />"Dara." The boy seated next to her whispered fiercely, "</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Park Sandara!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"<br /><br />"Aigo!" She bursted, looking around the room as everybody stared at her in confusion. She tiled her head down apologetically.<br /><br />"Aie Dara," Teddy said, facepalming, "Somethings really wrong with you. Have you been getting enough sleep lately? your filming this MV with such an experienced actor as Lee Minho and yet you still can't be awake and on-task while doing this?"<br /><br />Minho watched the girl from the corner of his eye, coughing to break up the heavy tension of the atmosphere, "Teddy hyung, Spare her a bit."<br /><br />"No, I'm sorry." Dara clutched her fingers and bit her lip, trying to concentrate on what Teddy was saying after that but did not succeed. Her thoughts were completely filled with Jiyong and Chaerin.<br /><br />F L A S H B A C K<br /><br />"I..I didn't know" Dara said. "I knew you loved GD, but you should of told me!"<br /><br />"I'm Sorry. It was sudden, and I didn't have the time to tell any of you guys." CL replied, walking a few paces towards her, "...You saw, right?"<br /><br />"H-Hah?" Dara took a step back, laughing nervously as her eyes wandered, but she knew exactly what she was talking about. "Saw what?"<br /><br />CL smiled and laughed for a bit, then placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "Its okay. Don't pretend you don't know. Jiyong oppa.....he told me he loved me."<br /><br />"Really?" Dara thought for a moment, then bit her lip in worry<br /><br />"Chaerin..G-Dragon is a player, you know that? Will you be alright?"<br /><br />"I know that." CL said, sighing and shoving her hands in her denim black pockets,<br /><br />"But its hard, you know? You can't control who you fall in love with."<br /><br />E N D O F F L A S H B A C K<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'I don't trust Kwon Jiyong.' </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara thought to herself, '</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wouldn't go out with a player like him..what is CL thinking? She'll get hurt if she doesn't know what shes doing...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'<br /><br />"-And that ends this concept discussion. Tomorrow we will meet at the shooting site for the first day of 'Kiss' MV"<br /><br />The room took over with a loud rustling of papers and rolling chairs as everybody moved out of their seats exiting the room. Dara slowly shuffled out of her seat, and realized Minho still seated down.<br /><br />"Aren't you going?" She asked.<br /><br />"What about you?" He turned his well kept head to meet her eyes, his straight bangs covering his eye, "Are you going to leave without knowing the concept?"<br /><br />Dara considered for a moment, she really hadn't been listening to anything Teddy was saying, and this guy had saw through it.<br /><br />She pushed the chair out, and unwillingly sat back down.<br /><br />"Let's hear it then."<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-o7-shooting-site.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{ Chapter Seven }</span></a></span></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-72937987113472616512009-12-29T23:30:00.000-08:002010-02-24T00:03:15.281-08:00Chɑpter o7: The Shooting Site<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thanks for the ride home."
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<br />"Yeah, no problem. Make sure you get tons of rest tonight, or else you'll end up like a slug again and we wouldn't want that for the shooting tomorrow."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
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<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Che..." Dara laughed and slammed the door of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> van, waving goodbye as he drove off. She giggled to herself for a moment as she turned around and headed into her apartment
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<br />To her surprise, a very energetic </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minzy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> appeared out of the door as she waved to her returning </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">,
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<br />"Dara! Hurry and come in, we have guests"
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<br />"No, its alright. We were just leaving"
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<br />The clunking of her boots stopped as she spotted TOP and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> walking out of the door with kind smiles on their faces,
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<br />"Oh! Hello." She greeted
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<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aigoo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Dara. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Buzzkill</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> much!" Said </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, who appeared out of nowhere. "The </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seung's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> came here to visit us after their group finished with an airing of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BigbangTV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">."
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<br />"Ah..sorry." Dara apologized, "Are you leaving right now?"
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<br />"Yeah," </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> replied, "Gotta get back to the other </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hyungs</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> before they start to flood my phone with missed calls and text messages."
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<br />"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahh</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..." Dara fidgeted her hands as TOP walked towards her,
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<br />"Your 'Kiss' Music Video will be shooting tomorrow, right? Big Bang will come to watch you." He said with a smile,
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<br />"Ah..really? Thanks."
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<br />She flinched at this news as images of the annoying white haired boy appeared in her head.
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Godammit</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..why is it so hot today?"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br />"Don't worry, Teddy </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hyung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. We'll be filming this indoors, right?" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> reassured the producer calmly, the team was all packed up in the van on their way to the shooting site.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
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<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"That's true. Dara, work hard today!" Teddy said encouragingly
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<br />"Yeah, I will. Its not my first time filming before, It'll be fine" She replied, fidgeting in her seat trying not to step on the equipment underneath her.
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<br />"We've reached the location."
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<br />The car came to a stop at what seemed like a big club, much more exaggerated than the previous one they had partied at.
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<br />Dara slid open the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sidedoor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and hopped out of her seat onto the concrete cement, her high top sneakers bouncing off the ground as she took a glance at her surroundings,
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<br />"I wonder where </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unnie</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and the rest are..."
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<br />"Oh, right. Dara, don't forget to go greet your </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oppas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> later on. They've come a long way just so they could support your first solo filming." Teddy motioned the crew to the large boxes in the second van and made some orders. Dara bit her lip in anxiety
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<br />"Alright everyone. We're going to get the area set up." Teddy said, turning to the supporting roles and then the two main stars, "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Dara, you guys are free for now. Don't forget to come back soon for Preparation"
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<br />"Yeah, okay" The dark haired boy smiled and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bidded</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> the star goodbye, then disappeared into the background of her mind.
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<br />'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What can I do to pass time?'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> She thought to herself, fidgeting her feet that wore a pair of shiny dark black boots.</span></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oi, Dara </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">noona</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!"</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She turned around hearing her name being called, and saw </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> running towards her followed by </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, and TOP.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah..Hello" She greeted, bowing herself down and quickly regained position with a smile</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good luck with your shooting today. Fighting!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> reassured the brown haired girl, giving her a pat on the shoulder.
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We'll be watching." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said with a humorous tone, "Better not screw up."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your making her nervous."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's smile faded as she heard </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> voice creep up from behind her. Did this guy really have nothing else to do?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Work hard, eh </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Noona</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?" The blond boy playfully patted the side of the pissed-off Dara who looked like she would pounce on him at any moment</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We'll be looking forward to your shooting, Dara Noona. Don't disappoint us!" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seungri</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said with an excited tone in his voice. "Come to think of it, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">there's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> your Romeo for the day" He pointed out, referring to the black haired boy that now approached the group,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Park. You left your bag in the car," said </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, holding up a white decorated Gucci bag in his hand and pushing it to Dara's chest, "They were switching vans right after they unloaded. It'd be bad if you left it in there with all your personal belongings."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aigo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">," Dara laughed sheepishly and slowly took her bag by the handle. "Thanks."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The two of them smiled at </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eachother</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> awkwardly, causing the people around them to feel out of place.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Suck up</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> smile faded as he eyed </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> from the side. The </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blonde</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> had averted his head to the opposite direction and had a bored look on his face. Dara furrowed her eyebrows, did he really have to make everything so...complicated!?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well." The black haired boy clicked his tongue, then turned his attention towards the girl again, "We're shooting soon, see you in a few."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah." Dara replied and waved goodbye as he jogged off.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh yeah, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> pressed a few buttons on his </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cyon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> phone intensely, then opened his mouth again to speak,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyeon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> wants you to call her back later. She said you randomly hung up on her during the time we were at the club"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara narrowed her eyes, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyeon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">? Has he been seeing girls other than </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">GD, realizing that Dara had suspicions immediately turned his back from the gang</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Tell her I won't be contacting her anymore."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Uhm</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, but-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do it." He said, cutting the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hyung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> off and then began to walk away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"GREAT JOB, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">SANDARA</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! That was awesome."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara smiled after shooting her first scene in the beginning of the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">MV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, when she was </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bartending</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in the front area while </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was in the back with his "friends." Everyone in the scene stopped and began to act more naturally as the director called cut.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ready for the next scene?" The director pulled out a script from behind and flipped a few pages, scanning the content. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, in this scene, you walk up to the front and drop the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">cass</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> lid inside the glass. After that..." He said, trailing off by himself causing everyone to stare at him anxiously.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You peck Dara on the cheek. Alright. Lets get moving everyone!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Within an instant, the camera started rolling again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...."I guess u just never know</span></i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don't</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> speed up</span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don't</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> tell me boring stories</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How would I be able to take it then?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aiyo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! Would you look at that? Our </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Noona's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> on a roll!"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The five Big Bang members observed the shooting from the side, just behind the director to get a good view of what was going on. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was suddenly a powerful slapping sound, causing the guests to jolt their attention towards the set. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> had his head turned away, and Dara looked furious. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Daesung</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> whistled at the red mark on the side of his cheek at this action.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aish</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. I wouldn't want to piss Dara Noona off in the future. Even though its apart of the concept." </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright, good job everyone. We'll see you again after the break." At this moment, everyone broke into chatters and movement.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's expression became more calm after the break call. She let out a heavy sigh and then hurried towards her seniors.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Was I alright?" She asked nervously. It was important to know what oneself was doing.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, you were great." Seunghyun smiled down at her and gave an ok sign.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aish. Wheres Jiyong?" The tall, built buzz-cut boy asked. The six of them looked around, but their leader wasn't in sight.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hes probably off fooling around again." The Maknae said, crossing his arms behind his head to relax, "You know, its Jiyong hyung. He probably found a Lee Hyori here and decided to try something."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Smooth." Daesung said.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara flinched her eyes at this, '</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">does he do ANYTHING but flirt?' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She thought for a moment about Chaerin, then the rest of the girls. Why aren't they here yet?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ai..I have to go for a call" She said, slowly backing herself away from the group as she pulled out her Pink LG Lollipop.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Dara's POV -</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your call has been transferred to an automatic voicemail. Please hang up, or try your call again.</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I clicked my tongue with frustrated and flipped my phone closed for what seemed like the 300th time. Where the hell were they? Did they forget to come? No, Minzy made it clear that the three of them would be here for this day.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Maybe I should try it again."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then, I realized there was 1 unread message in my inbox. I clicked over to my messages and then pressed "read". It was from Bom Unnie.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara!</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">im sooo sorry. The girls n I can't come to support u with ur shooting today. PLEASE FORGIVE US! Something important came up with CL's recording and YG wants us to go to his office. Tell the gang we say hello! ^ _ ^ (u know who we're talking about. Leaders been missing her loved one lately.)</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We'll be cheering u on from here!! <3</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bommie.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
<br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could feel my heart sink a little as I read this message over and over. Each time I read it, it would just go down to being upset layer one...layer two...layer three.. finally, I placed my phone back inside my buttpocket and sighed. It couldn't be helped. It must have been really important, then.</span></span></span></div></i><p></p><p></p></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I don't think we should do this here.."</span></span></div><div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><div>
<br /></div><div>A Female voice turned my attention towards the second building exit nearby. Her eyes widened as she spotted Jiyong..speak of the devil. She tiptoed behind one of the large pillars beside them and eavesdropped. Wait- is that another girl beside him?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>"Why? No ones going to see." GD softly grabbed the pale hands of the long, silky haired female with a fragile-looking face. "Heejin.."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>'<i>Heejin?'</i> Dara felt her heartbeat go faster as she sucked in this piece of information, '<i>Taeyeon, now some other girl named Heejin? What the...</i>'</div><div>
<br /></div><div>My eyes followed as he led the dark, curly haired girl into the shadows. My feet automatically moved on its own as I began to move closer, stalking the two.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><div>"S-Stop it.."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I stopped in my tracks around another tall cinderblock pillar, my face beginning to feel hot as I questioned myself why I was doing this again.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>'Its for Chaerin's sake.' My mind said. I blinked my thoughts away and then took a risk of a glance.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><div>What I saw, was probably immune to the human eye.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Jiyong had the girl pressed hard against the wall, Heejin placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to resist, but that only caused him to hold her tighter. He trapped her leg in the middle of his two and pressed their bodies together.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>"Jiyong-"</div><div>
<br /></div><div>She was cut off as he leaned into her, tasting the softness of her neck's bare skin. She moaned and fidgeted her body, but couldn't shake loose of his grip. He smirked at this and proceeded to make his hands play with other parts of her body.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>My mouth had hung wide open by then, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.</div><div>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-o8-arrangements.html">{ Chapter Eight }</a></div></div></div></span></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-25123292823705835652009-12-29T11:29:00.000-08:002010-02-23T22:31:17.009-08:00Chɑpter o8: Arrangements<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Note from Author:</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh my god. You people are actually bothering to read this : ' D I swear I almost choked myself when I saw this blog was finally shown on google search engine (considering I've been waiting since forever...) ^^ Thanks for the comments! Hopefully I will finish this <3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">edit: sorry for the incorrect info about the dates of release, and the chronology . I had to make it fit somehow : /</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Jiyong's POV -
<br />
<br />"J-Ji..."
<br />
<br />My Hands made their way on her back, slowly crawling to the back of her neck. Somehow, as I'm doing this, it...feels different. This girl is boring. I need to find someone else. No. Its too soon, what if she gets attached to me after this? Smart move, GD. I need someone more worthy, someone fun, someone-
<br />
<br />"STOP IT."
<br />
<br />What the hell? I'm pretty sure its not polite to walk in on people like this. Crazy girl.
<br />
<br />....Oh. Its the Locust.
<br />
<br />Heejin's body separated from mine with Dara's strong push on my chest. She looked protective and determined as I felt my wrist being pulled away by the overreacted girl.
<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her reflexes took the two of us far away, I watch her feet move on its own and my wrist being dragged by her hand tightly. She slowed her pace as we reached a nearby flower tree, immediately releasing the hard grip with a flick of her hand.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She turned around unexpectedly, wearing a fierce look on her face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What the hells your problem?" I asked with a slightly angered tone in my voice. Whose right did she have to just walk in on someone like that?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Who was that girl?" She asked.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Why do you care?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Tell me."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Someone."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Someone that isn't CL."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I felt my mind go blank for a second there. Was this bug spying on us? No, Chaerin must have told her. Naive much. My expression immediately relaxed again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"No really?" I finally said, sarcastically. "Were you expecting her to suddenly appear here out of nowhere, and then be caught making out with me?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"..Why do you fool around like that?" She finally asked. "Chaerin really loves you. If you hurt her, I don't know what I'm going to do to you."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I smirked at this, and slowly began to close in the distance between us.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Dara's POV -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is the second time I've witnessed something like this. Narcissist. Stuck up. Liar. What else could describe him? He can't just do that to my friend. I won't accept it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">".....Chaerin really loves you. If you hurt her, I don't know what I'm going to do to you."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I waited for a response, but only got a smirk in return. My heart beated faster as he began to walk closer to me, causing myself to stumble backwards. My hand reached for an end- then realized I had backed up against the tree.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I felt him lean closer to me, by the time his face had reached a few centimetres from my own, my heart was ready to explode. I took a deep breath and stared into his mocking eyes;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You won't always get your way." I said, hoping my voice was strong and not sounding like I'd collapse anytime soon, "Don't expect yourself to be able to get away with a hundred girls and not suffer any consequences."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This made him laugh, my eyes narrowed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oh, really now?" He said softly, "How do I know your not one of those a hundred girls? And, It wouldn't change the fact that they haven't been able to resist me."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cocky.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At that moment, his right hand crawled softly around my neck, coming in contact with my skin. This sent chills up my spine, my whole body was paralyzed. His other hand reached out to the tree and he pushed his weight on it, leaning himself. Trying to keep my cool, I bit my lip as he slowly leaned into me and sent tickles to my ear as he whispered into it;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Shall we test that theory by doing a little something?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My reflexes acted up as I used all my strength to push him aside, sending him to the ground where he fell on his bottom with a flinch. This guy was an idiot. A complete, Idiot.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I felt his eyes creased on me as I stomped away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had relaxed a bit after the getaway. My heart was still racing as I arrived back at the shooting site, It wasn't long until I was confronted by Minho and a few of the crew members. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"DARA! Where have you been!?! Everyone's been looking for you like crazy!" Said my Hair and Makeup artist. I saw Seunghyun and Taeyang appear beside her with a concerned look on their face,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"We thought you went missing. Where did you go?" Minho asked with relief and panic in his voice.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Sorry." I replied robotically, "I went to go get some fresh air, then realized I lost track of time.."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Aigoo...You!" Taeyang said, rubbing his forehead. "First Jiyong, then you. You guys have to stop disappearing like that. When he gets back; I'm gonna get a piece of his mind."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eh? That Pervert isn't back yet?"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Dara thought. "Maybe I was too harsh..." She murmured to herself. Minho gave her a look, causing her to regain her consciousness.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah..Lets go back to the shooting." She said, strolling off.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The rest of the day went by with a breeze. Scene after scene, the shooting was finally done for the day. The cast stayed at a nearby town to rest for the night along with the others to be prepared for tomorrow's new day. Big Bang had also decided to include this as their little vacay; considering they had no projects to do for the time being.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The next morning, Dara woke up with a groan inside her small makeshift room. She jolted up from the sound of the birds chirping from outside. With her eyes half closed, she looked into the mirror hanging on the wall infront of her bed. Taking in the sight of her messed up coffee colored hair, she groaned again and plopped herself against the lacey pillow.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What time is it.....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" She asked herself, sluggishly reaching across the small table towards her cellphone. It was only 9:00, how could she wake up so early after not being able to sleep at all last night?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jumping out of bed, Dara stripped from her sleepwear and slipped into a pair of ripped lightwashed Skinny jeans and a big oversized black colored shirt that read "FRESH GIRL" in bold white impact letters. She quickly brushed her </span><a href="http://s958.photobucket.com/albums/ae70/parkbom07/?action=view&current=sandara.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hai</span></a><a href="ttp://s958.photobucket.com/albums/ae70/parkbom07/?action=view&current=sandara.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">r</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and made a flip with it near the back, topping it off with braiding her bangs and clipping them to the side. Sighing and taking one last look at herself in the mirror, Dara stepped out of the door and prepared for a morning walk.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her white hip hop shoes bounced up and down as she went down the cement stairs, Stopping to take in the smell and the feeling of the clean air. Pausing for awhile in position, Dara looked to her right and spotted Seunghyun who just walked out of the door from his small rental apartment.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oppa! Good Morning" The coffee haired girl waved, receiving a smile from the older boy. She skipped towards him cheerfully</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What are you doing up so early?" She asked</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I think I should be the one asking you that. Your not shooting the rest of the MV for another two hours or so, shouldn't you be resting?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Pfft. I'm not that weak, I'm a toughie!" Dara said, pounding her stomach playfully, causing him to chuckle.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well don't overdo your toughness, Don't say I didn't warn you when you collapse of tiredness in front of the camera." He said.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Thanks for jinxing it" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The two stood in silence for awhile, looking around themselves akwardly for something interesting to look at.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"..where are the others?" Dara asked bluntly and out of curiosity, "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That idiot..did he come back or wh-"</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Jiyong went back to the company." Seunghyun said with an obvious look on his face, as if he knew what she was thinking. Either that, or that was just something to talk about considering its expected for the others to still be in bed. "Whats up with you guys lately?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can't let anyone know about what he did to CL.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" Dara thought to herself, "What? Nothing. I was just wondering."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Mm..so you were wondering about Ji."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sneaky.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun grinned and shoved his hand inside his pockets casually, pacing his foot back and forth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Heartbreaker. Its coming out soon to the public, you know? He's been busy these days... I've never seen anyone else work so hard."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">An immediate flashback of his recording came to mind inside Dara's mind. The smooth, professional sound of his voice filled her mind. It was then taken over by the image of what happened yesterday. Hardworking, right.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oh...I see." Dara said.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun walked front a few steps, stopping to face the chocolate eyed-girl,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Lets go. I'll treat you to breakfast."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"G-Dragon's solo album is going to be released soon. Day by Day was a big success last year, this album will definitely help promote Jiyong's music compositions."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong sat in a gray rolly chair, his arms resting on the sides as he swirled himself from side to side as YG talked. The two of them sat at the YG meeting table along with other coordinators of the entertainment.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"We've scheduled it to be on August 18th," He continued, twirling a pen in his hand, "However, the album isn't completed yet without a partner for the recording of #5 "Hello" single."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His eyes wandered to se7en, who had offered to show up at the meeting for support.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Mhm?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The elder hip hop star rubbed the side of his chin, in deep thought for a second.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I think Bom would do the job."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"No" Jiyong objected immediately, massaging one of his temples. "Her voice is too soprano and strong for this song."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG nodded at the vocal teacher next, who had offered an opinion.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I definitely think Chaerin should be considered for this. Her voice is great- and radiates off a nice sound. Plus, she excels in rapping that could be added in accompanying GD."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"But she was already featured in Leaders." Teddy pointed out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The room was quiet for a few moments, each person was thinking with intensity and only the clicking sound of pens was heard.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was suddenly a loud slam- everyone turned their attention to Jiyong who had stood up and slammed a piece of paper on the table.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Its Decided." He said, returning his hand inside the pocket of his jeans and then coolly exited the room. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG raised an eyebrow and reached for the blank sheet, sliding it towards himself to the edge of the table and then flipping it around. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On it, in thick blue pen, read the name Sandara Park.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-o9-to-studio.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{ Chapter Nine }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-16926199646573664222009-12-29T11:28:00.000-08:002010-02-28T03:36:21.632-08:00Chɑpter o9: To The Studio!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Love is dangerous<br />Your lips are so poisonous<br />Right now swaying, the two of us<br />We dangerous<br />in danger danger danger danger .."</span></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"CUT! Fantastic!"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was a series of clapping as the filming of the Kiss MV finally came to an end, Dara grinned at the success of her first solo MV. They've been shooting for two days, and now it was completed at last.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Pack up, pack up! Everyones done a great job! Our hard work will definitely pay off." The director called, waving everyone off. Immediately, the people started to move the equipment aside and began to pack things up.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara noona, you did great!" Seungri said, walking up to the exhausted coffee haired girl. She smiled and leaned against a prop table for support,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Stop saying noona." She laughed playfully, "Just Dara is fine. And, thanks. I'm really happy its finally done.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seungri rolled his eyes,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Fine, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" He said sarcastically.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"...</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Actually. its kind of cute. But weird.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" She giggled to herself.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You've worked hard." Minho said, coming up from behind the two.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara smiled ,"So have you! I can't take all the credit." Dara replied, receiving a slight chuckle from Minho.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well, your van is here." The Maknae of Big Bang said, taking a few steps back in advance, "I'll be going too. The Director said we could head back before the others."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Alright. I'll be there in a few then" Dara said. "..Actually, could I maybe go with you guys? I'll feel lonely by myself right after the shooting."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The youngest Seunghyun smiled and nodded. Dara waved Minho goodbye, then went into her room to change and pack up her belongings.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She had returned outside in dark leggings with a piano keyboard on the side- wearing silver heels and loose gray hoodie. The Star jumped into the backseat of the large white van, squishing herself in the center between Taeyang and Daesung, sighing with relief.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"The first thing I'll do when I get back to the apartment, is crash on my bed." Dara said. "Actually, I'm pretty hungry right now. Can we go get something to eat?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun, who sat in the seat infront of Taeyang, shook his head in pity.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You haven't eaten at all since we were at the shooting, huh?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Not really.." Dara said. "The food didn't taste very fresh."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Taeyang pulled a smile with the corner of his mouth, then eyed the driver in the front mirror.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Lets go feed this noona." The driver responded with a quick nod and made a turn.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" The coffee haired girl said with a pout, "Why are you all so weird? Calling me Noona all the time.."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"We haven't really been out together a lot like this, huh?" Seungri said, ignoring Dara's remark. "Usually Chaerin and Bom are the annoying loud ones fooling around with us."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Really?" She responded , wide eyed. "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Was I really like that all along?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" She thought. Although they did have some bonding moments in the past.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Jiyong is sure missing out. We've been busy lately, so its been awhile since we've hung out." said Daesung, who fiddled with the hand strap of his phone for entertainment. "Ah, although hyung is a very busy person. He never sleeps, he should really do something about that."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah..Really." Dara said, fading away. "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At least I won't be seeing him often because of that. I don't want to confront him after what happened back at the site. I can't forgive him..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" She thought, clenching her fists. Taeyang caught sight of this, and raised and eyebrow</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"How come you always get so tensed up when Jiyong is brought up? He won't bite."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yea right, he won't.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hes a good person. Not to mention a great leader too" Seunghyun said in response to Dara's thought.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her reply was unknown as the van soon pulled up to a restauraunt halfway back home. It parked near the entrance where the five of them exited and slammed their doors, heading into the mundane place. Once they stepped through the clear doors, there was a soft melody of the violin playing as they greeted the person at the front desk.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Table for five please" Taeyang said to the lady. She nodded and then flipped a few pages in a reservation book, then walked out of the stand and motioned inside the restaurant.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"There has been a reservation for you five."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As the lady walked off, Taeyang gave TOP a raised eyebrow in confusion, who then passed on the reaction to Dara and the others. Shrugging it off, they began to follow the woman.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A variety of smells raced into their noses; it was great here. Zigzagging through the tables and people walking by, they had reached the farthest booth in the back of the restaurant.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seated near the window, was CL herself.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Chaerin!" Dara said in surprise, stopping her tracks. The boys greeted the 2ne1 leader as they took a seat around the booth. CL nodded and greeted in return, then turned towards her fellow group member</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What are you doing? Sit down!" She said, waving her over. Dara nodded and slowly slipped into the space beside her leader.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What a shock seeing you here. Actually, why are you even here?" Daesung asked, taking a sip of the already ordered lemon tea on the table.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Thought I'd pay a visit, since I wasn't able to come yesterday. YG Called me up to meet with Jiyong to fix some twinks in the Leaders song. The other girls had other business to do with him." She explained, then turned to Dara.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Sorry."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The almond eyed girl rubbed her knuckles under the table, holding in her dismay.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Its alright..." She said, "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You guys promised though.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well. How was the shooting?" She asked, propping her face up with her elbows on the table in interest.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"It was successfull. Dara was awesome along with Minho." Seunghyun said, playing with the ice inside his drink. "You really should have come."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oh? I'll make sure to check it out once its been released, then." Chaerin said with a smile, "So, what have you guys been up to lately?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Me and Daesung have been busy with our musical. Sucks, we don't get much time off." Seungri said, "Luckily we got a nice two days off during Dara's MV shooting."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You guys could have done something much more interesting than that." Dara said, "Although I would have been very lonely without company." She joked.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Lets order some food." Seunghyun opened up the gold and white menu, and began to scan its contents. It wasn't along until the others had followed the same act. At that moment, she felt her phone vibrate on her upper thigh pocket.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'll be back. Restroom." Dara excused her self and slid out of the booth, not looking back at the others as she rushed into the Womens room.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Upon entering the small one stall restroom, She stood by the door and flipped open her phone. To her surprise, she had received a text message from Yang Goon.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Call me immediately after your shooting.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">YG</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Why so serious..." Dara murmured to herself curiously. At that moment, she felt a soft contact with the door as someone was making their way in. Turning around in apology, she stuffed her phone back into her pocket when Chaerin walked in.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hey." She said, folding her arms casually, "Taking drugs in here?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara laughed at the joke and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I am." She replied sarcastically.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly, Jiyong struck her mind like thunder, poisoning her other thoughts. Should she let her know about the incident?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"..You gonna go?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her mind was washed away by Chaerin's voice, bringing her back to reality. Stuttering, she pulled back a strand of hair and smiled. Her phone started to ring all of a sudden, shocking both of them.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"No, you can go in first." Dara offered, bringing her cell out again and pressed the answer button and then held it up to her ear.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hello?" She said. From the corner of her eye, CL had already entered the stall.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara? Didn't I tell you in the text to call me right after the shoot?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" said YG from the other line. His voice sounded stern and urgent.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Sorry. I didn't get the text since my phone was off." Dara apologized, "I turned it on just now and saw the text."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was a long sigh from the other line, then he began to speak again</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You need to get back here."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Why?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But before she could get an answer, he had already hung up. Staring at the phone, Dara slowly turned around. Chaerin was at the sink washing her hands.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Chae, I need to get back to the Studio." She said.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Turning off the sink and flicking her hands, her group leader looked at her unnie in the mirror with a confused look, "Already? Shouldn't you stay longer?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"No...YG wants me back for some unknown reason." Dara said, "I'm going to take the bus back."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thinking for a moment, Chaerin grabbed a piece of papertowel and nodded, </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"So. We'll see you later."</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-1o-encouragement.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">{ Chapter Ten }</span></a></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-40267073074330262592009-12-29T11:27:00.000-08:002010-02-27T22:25:58.793-08:00Chɑpter 1o: Encouragement<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Climbing into the nearest seat of the bus, Dara sighed and sat herself down softly. She turned her head sharply against the window as another passenger took the seat beside her, carefully keeping herself from being exposed. She had worn her dark chanel glasses and a white cap Minzy had given her for her birthday to cover herself up.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fortunately, its worked since no one had managed to find out who she was. A few people glanced here and there- but no biggie, as long as she wasn't found out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What's YG up to?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" The coffee haired girl asked herself as she bounced up and down on the public city bus. It wasn't long until she would reach the city. The bus suddenly came to a stop at cornerstore in a market, and Dara was the first one to exit out. Attempting to be casual, she coolly walked with even steps.</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She was safe until the approaching of the YG Entertainment. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Omo! IS THAT SANDARA PARK?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No way!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aware of the whispers and murmurs around her, Dara immediately began to pick up her pace. Adjusting her glasses to make sure they don't fall off, more and more people began to gather.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"AIYO! IT REALLY IS SANDARA!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...and then her feet broke into a run. Immediately, a crowd of people began chasing her, tailing right behind her feet. Arms flung open and cameras + phones were pulled out. Heels weren't the most convenient footwear to run in, but somehow, she was already used to it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Noona! Take a picture with me!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"NO! ME FIRST"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Daraaaa, YOUR AWESOME!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Crap</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" The star cursed at herself, "</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My cover was blown so fast</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Picking up her speed, she had gained some distance from the crazy fans. Upon turning a corner, her feet were too late to stop and she tripped on a gutter- tripped and broke her heel.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No!</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara yelled at herself, her inner voice becoming urgent as she pulled at her shoe to release her foot. "</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shit.."</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Suddenly, she felt a hard tug at her upper arm, causing her to be dragged to the side alleyway of the corner. She used her strength to rip off the strong hands pulling her back against the chest of the anonymous person.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shut up, idiot.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her struggling faded away upon hearing the voice whispered into her ear. She released her grip and silently watched the fans scream and run by the alley, still in search for her. After the commotion was gone, she ripped off the hands covering her mouth and sat up, turning her head around.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Must you be everywhere." She said in a tone that made the line seem more like a statement than a question.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Che." Jiyong clicked his tongue and settled his elbow on his uplifted leg, resting the other one on the ground. "Like I wanted to come save you from your little incident."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And you did anyway, because...?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"YG's orders." He replied smoothly, "Who else?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"He asked you to? Why?" Dara asked, suddenly curious. He had replied with a short chuckle and a shake of his head. Slowly maneuvering his face to meet her eyes, he replied</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"He didn't tell you yet? Your the one thats going to complete my Heartbreaker album."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"WHAT?" Dara shouted, causing GD to flinch a little, "Why didn't you tell me in advance!?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"HEY. I was just notified this last night- not my fault I went to your little shooting." He spat, suddenly bolting up to meet her eyes. "Or was it better if I hadn't showed up? Would it have ruined your little moment with your </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Romeo</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">? Were you too busy stalking me to spend time with him?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why the hell did he bring that up? Was it even related to what I was asking?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought to herself. She held the gaze from his eyes- his pupils were electrified. The two looked away from eachother, Dara breathed heavily in astonishment. After a few moments, she began to speak</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm not doing it."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With a flash of panic in his eyes, Jiyong shot his head to her again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh, no. Your doing it."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No," Dara objected quickly, "I'm not going to." She hissed, turning around with a flick of her hair. Jiyong reached and grabbed her wrist, twisting her around by the shoulder to meet his eyes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your doing it." He repeated softly, but with energy. Dara melted into the gaze of his serious, dark brown eyes. They were filled with anger, panic, and devestation. Somehow, these words managed to hurt her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She doesn't have to." said a mans voice.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The two of them turned to a tall boy in a black hat covered with the hood of his white hoodie standing by the corner, hands in his pocket and leaning on the wall.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What?" Dara said, curious as to why Teddy had suddenly appeared here, "What are you-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Its none of your business." Jiyong snapped, releasing her shoulders.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Sorry, you took too long. YG was wondering why you haven't brought her back yet." Teddy said, slowly walking to GD and returning to the point, "..If she doesn't want to, no ones forcing her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I wasn't forcing her." Jiyong said in denial.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Commanded." Dara corrected, pursing her lips. Her dark eyes darted and rested on his face, Jiyong returned the gaze.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm not some kind of last minute resort you can just pull out of the blue when the others are being used." She said in a calm tone. Her eyes were still fixed on the boy, "I'm sorry that your album is in danger, but I'm not some superwoman that can make it any better."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After another few seconds of silence, Jiyong took a deep breath.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do what you want." He said in a rather neutral, but hurt voice. Backing out of the alley, Dara watched as he exited. It was awkward then, she slowly turned her head to Teddy, who had an observed look on his face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I know I said you didn't have to, but why don't you help him out?" He suggested. Dara sighed and crossed her arms, looking to the ground. Why did they have to make it seem like she was the bad one here?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Does he really think grabbing a random person who knows how to sing can finish his album and debut really well? I'm sure he already chose someone from the start. He needs to know how to do things by himself and stick to them, its his career." Dara fired. She then suddenly toned her voice down, her eyes blanking out at the ground below her. "No one </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">actually</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> chooses me, anyway..."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was suddenly a laugh that came from Teddy. She raised her eyebrows at this mockery.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kwon Ji Yong?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Needs to know how to do things by himself? I'm sure he doesn't need you to tell him that" He spat, causing her to flinch at the words. "Not that I mean that in any offense, but Jiyong works harder than anyone you'd know."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She felt like she was just shot in the chest. Was that really true? She didn't know. Out of all the Big Bang members, she hadn't really gotten used to working with Jiyong. But why was everyone doubting her like this?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Teddy made his way to the end of the alley, but turning around just slightly for one last statement</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You weren't chosen as a last minute resort. You were chosen because you have the ability to do it."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It wasn't long until the sun began to set. Walking along the almost-empty roads of Seoul center, Dara paced back and forth near the fountain. Suddenly stopping in her tracks, she planted herself down on the cement edge in deep thought.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aigooo...!" She whined, lightly punching her legs in frustration. A few people around her stared at her as if she was a creeper. "Why me!?!? I think I deserve a break!" she continued.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, you do."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Freezing and then slowly raising her head, Dara saw Seunghyun standing before her. Suddenly pulling a smile, he smirked and sat himself down beside her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You guys came back?" She asked.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah. Chaerin suddenly didn't feel well so we had to come back early.." He explained, Dara nodded in understanding. CL wasn't really much of the outdoor food type. "What about you? Whats with the sudden leave?" Seunghyun said, finishing the sentence.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She had hesitated with her answer, but then began to speak after a long sigh.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..Apparently, I'm going to be featured in one of the songs of G-Dragon's new album." Seunghyun had widened his eyes at this, but at the same time he didn't look too surprised. Dara's mouth formed into a neutral smile, "Its the only thing he has left until the album would be released."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So? What are you waiting for? Go for it." He insisted.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..But..." Dara said, fading away, "I'm not sure if i can do it. Shouldn't he be responsible for not making his mind up well? I mean, the leader-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Wait, wait." He interrupted, raising a palm up. "First your saying that you don't know if your capable enough, and then your saying its his fault for not planning it well. Your just worried that you can't do as well as he may think you would...plus, you know theres only two days left to record it? The release date is on the 18th, his birthday."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara sucked in this piece of information, processing it into her mind. She didn't know. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"He could of chose someone else though. CL, Bommie and Minzy has much higher talent."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After explaining to Seunghyun </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well, to me, your voice is really nice." Seunghyun said. Dara blushed, which made the mood awkward. He stuttered for a moment and then looked away, "Sorry."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No, thanks." She said, smiling in secret. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But, just do it, okay? I think Jiyong must have been really hurt after what you said." He said, head still facing the other direction. "You don't know how hard Jiyong's been working on his album. Its really amazing. It would cause all his efforts to go to waste."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">About him again,</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought. At that moment, she bit her bottom lip and then stood up. Seunghyun darted his eyes towards her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'll be making my way to YG Entertainment, then."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Glad to heart that." He said, smiling and stood up beside her. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well. Lets go."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So thats what happened, huh. A pity." YG held his hands together close to his chin, tapping the surface of his cheek with a pencil. "What to do..."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We only have about two days left until August 18th." He said, turning to Jiyong who rested on a couch, looking like he was in deep thought. "At this rate, It'll be impossible to get 'Hello' finished and recorded. If Dara doesn't want to do it, it'll be too late to get someone else's approval in time."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They were inside YG's room, debating on what to do with this situation. If it was going to stay like this, the release date would be postponed. Postponed date = Unhappy fans. They had already scheduled it, too.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Just how long did it take you to write this song?" Yang goon asked out of curiosity.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong, who now sat himself up from laying on the couch, ruffled his hair.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Three days." he mumbled under his breath, rolling his eye backwards and flopping his back to the couch.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ay.." Yang rested his elbow on the sidetable, closing his eyes and massaged his temples. "That Sandara, won't even help out. I'm going to have a-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The glass screen door suddenly busted open, revealing a panting barefooted coffee haired girl followed by a very relaxed but tired looking Seunghyun. Jiyong slowly regained position from his spot, eyes wide.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara." YG said, watching as the slim girl walked straight towards him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After taking a few more breaths, Dara said</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm going to accompany Jiyong in his song."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It went silent for a moment. YG looked Dara in the eye- then his view wandered towards Seunghyun, who stayed lingering at the doorway. After seeing him shrug, his eyes darted back to his accomplice. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why are you telling me that?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara gulped. She looked at the blonde haired boy sitting casually with his hands folded, resting his elbows on his knees. He had a neutral look on his face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With no other statement, He shot up from his seat, shoving one hand in his jeanpocket. She received a nod of encouragement from YG and later from Seunghyun, then followed Jiyong on his way to the recording room.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-11-one-hell-of-annoying.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Eleven }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-58887694900713548632009-12-29T11:26:00.000-08:002010-03-03T21:30:43.572-08:00Chɑpter 11: One Hell of an Annoying..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara watched his feet move step by step down the gray floors of YG Entertainment Studio. The walk felt like it was taking forever; but it was probably because she couldn't help but feel the awkward tension between them.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As he suddenly came to a pit stop, she let out a little gasp when her forehead bumped into the back of his shoulder. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> they've reached his recording place. With a soft click of the heavy beige door, Jiyong proceeded to be the first to step inside.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Flicking the light switch open, he made his way to the old tan couch on the left and took a seat. She didn't know if she should copy his actions, or just stand there waiting for the next order.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few seconds later, she went and sat on the arm of the couch farthest away from him. He rolled his eyes to the corner and observed, then let out a little chuckle.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oblivious." He whispered through little breath.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara pursed her lips. This guy was impossible to read. What shit is he blabbering abou-</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..........</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thunder suddenly struck inside of her mind. After finally realizing what he meant, Dara hung her mouth open in complete distress. Catching a good reaction, the blonde began to laugh even more, holding his stomach as he swivled around to lie down on the couch head first to where Dara was sitting.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You-!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Can't believe you bought that." He said, slowly stopping his laugh to cut off her sentence. "Can't believe </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YG </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bought that."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She was furious, and became even more angered at every word he said. He had tricked her all along; it was all an act. Saving her from the fans, being hurt, running away...chyea</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">right. </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Teddy, Seunghyun..." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Mm. Smart cookie." Jiyong teased, sticking out the tip of his tongue which caused Dara to sneer a little.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You..YOU REALLY ARE A MASOCHIST!" She yelled.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You mean a fake one. Close enough." He said, tapping his foot on the seat with joy. "..Anyway. Lets get to work."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Theres absolutely no way I-" Dara began, but slowly faded away into a thought. She slowly observed his expression, it was suddenly joke-free. So obvious this was another one of his lies. You can just see it in his eyes...he must really want this. Seunghyun, Taeyang, Chaerin..everyone supports this rotten guy. Sure, shes </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">somewhat</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> seen his capabilities before...but that was only bits and pieces.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Frowning, she nodded hesitantly. Was that a smile creeping onto Jiyong's face? Anyway. Slapping the back of his head, he sat up and crossed his legs as she took the spot his head was lying on. What a kid...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a few moments of silence, She spoke again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"...aren't we starting....?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Reporters." He said bluntly, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "Reporters. Theres no reporters, no cameras...no audience." Jiyong said in emphasis. Dara rolled her eyes, he really was a narcissist that needed attention. Although she couldn't tell if he was joking or not.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Okay. back to the main idea." the blonde said, "We have a lot to do. If you would have accepted this SOONER...maybe we would have been done already."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh, so its my fault now?" Dara spat, crossing her arms as her determined eyes locked with his.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, it was so cold of you to decline. Especially considering you know how much of a hard worker I am..." Jiyong said, smirking. She gritted her teeth and held up a fist, causing him to flinch back in reflex and grab hold of her forearm.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No violence. As long as we have work to do, that is." He said, pulling a sarcastic grin as he released her. Dara gulped, choking in her temporary fury. Staring at the already layed out sheets on the small brown coffee table infront of them that she hadn't noticed when they came in, she felt his gaze on her as she reached out and took one in her hands, scanning its contents.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This....is impressive.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" She thought to herself, slowly meeting his neutral look from the corner of her eye.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright. I'm listening, enlighten me." She said, as Jiyong then snatched the sheet away from her hands, scanning it himself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Okay. You better not let this song go to waste," He said, smirking playfully. "Or else, your going to get hurt."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh, really." Dara rolled her eyes, "I'm scared. Is that a threat?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Possibly..."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Be grateful that I'm helping you, even if you used such a low way to ask for the favor." She said. With a humourless laugh, Jiyong brought out a black pen from his jeanpocket.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's going to be a long day.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hours felt like minutes, and minutes felt like seconds, seconds felt like milliseconds. Time was flying by as the two of them went from Jiyong introducing her to the song, to the teaching of the pitches and melody. Teddy had already begun recording part of Dara's singing trial while GD continued to lounge on the couch, evaluating from afar. It wasn't long until the main girl had stepped out of the recording room and joined him on the sofa.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#4C4C4C;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hello, Sexy boy or Hello, Handsome boy</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hello Hello, I'll talk to you first...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"That was alright..." Jiyong said, tapping a pen against his chin. His eyes looked as if they were in deep thought, and his mouth was murmuring the melody of the song. Dara pouted; it was just ALRIGHT? Picky guy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She took important note of this session; after all, she needed to improve on her own career, too. This whole thing might not be so bad after all, considering she might pick up on some useful tips...nothing more.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A moment of silence washed through the air, nothing was heard except for the constant clicking of his pen. Dara continued to stare into his eyes...somehow, he was different. Different than how he behaves when fooling around with girls, different...outside of work.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"....what are you staring at?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara blinked her eyes, returning to reality. She flinched back at the sight of Jiyong's face close-up to hers, watching in curiosity. He looked way too innocent at this moment..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Its higher here." He said, quickly glancing at Dara and then returning to the piece of paper, making a mark at one of the verses. "Since its a refrain."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh..." She murmured to herself, staring at the sheet and mumbled the lines.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Are you able to do it?" He asked, glancing back at her. He tilted his head slowly in front of the what seemed liek dazed or spaced out girl, then snapped his fingers. She jumped out of surprise and widened her half-closed eyes, holding her chest.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Are you tired?" He asked bluntly.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara shook her head in denial, scratching the back of it with her eyes closed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No. Its just that I didn't get to sleep well last night."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong rolled his eyes, "Same thing."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's already been hours since they first started recording. Most of the time was spent whining and arguing about the concept, and sometimes they even got along well. The blonde turned his head to the back wall and caught sight of the analog clock that just stroke 11:30. Returning his gaze to his partner, who was now lying on the couch eyes open reading over the script, he debated with himself for awhile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We're not going to finish this today.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" He thought. "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I may be fine with staying up for another day, but this girl might not be.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Shouldn't you be heading off soon?" She asked, peeking over at him from the sheet and breaking his train of thought. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I think I should be the one asking you that. I'm sleep deprived enough already." He replied, a non-humorous chuckle accompanying the words.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't need you to worry about me." Dara replied with a sneer, "Actually, don't even worry at all. You should call up Rinnie or something, she's probably waiting for yo-" she stopped her rant at the look of Jiyong's face. It immediately went from concerned to a serious expression. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Crap...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> why didn't she think before she spoke?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After that, another awkward silence filled the air. Nothing but the light melody of "Hello" playing in the background.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why do you keep bringing Chaerin up?" Jiyong said, breaking the silence. Dara turned her attention towards him as if the answer wasn't obvious enough already. With immediate reflexes, she propped her leg onto the sofa and leaned in, staring into his eyes with intensity.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Are you forgetting what I saw at the MV shooting?" Dara said, trying to keep a calm and even tone of voice. "Chaerin is 2ne1's leader. My friend. My </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sister </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">by heart</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" She finished, slowly letting him absorb the words one by one into his mind. All she got though, was a blink followed by an eyeroll. Jiyong clicked his tongue and rested his arm on the side of the couch.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Are you really okay with hurting her like that?" Dara continued. "Knowing that your this kind of person, she still loves you. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ever heard of loving someone for </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">who they are</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">? Its not my fault that she has feelings for me." Jiyong spat, jolting his head towards the coffee haired girl, causing her to flinch back and hit her side of the couch a little. "Why the hell are you even meddling with this? Its not your business. Don't just budge in playing the good fair-and-square person, I don't need you to lecture me."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At this, Dara felt a swarm of anger hit her chest. She bolted up from her seat and smacked the table, receiving no reaction from Jiyong but the same stern look on his face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"YOU REALLY ARE A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, COLDHEARTED </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ASSHOLE! I REALLY HAVE NO RESPECT FOR YOU AS A PERSON.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" She yelled. "WHEN SOMEONE CARES FOR YOU, SHOW KINDNESS. ACTUALLY, YOUR LUCKY SOMEONE EVEN CARES. DON'T TAKE SOMEONE GRANTED FOR THAT, STOP FOOLING AROUND AND TREA-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"YOU KNOW WHAT? ME AND CHAERIN AREN'T EVEN TOGETHER."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With a short gasp, Dara loosened her red face. Frustration had already welled up in her eyes. Jiyong continued the neverending gaze at her, breathing heavily. Finally, he closed his eyes for a moment and raised his head with a serious look on his face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We never were. I don't know how you came to assume so, but..." Stuttering and then looking around the room awkwardly, He dropped himself onto the couch, averting his gaze. "Whatever. Your one hell of an </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">annoying</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> locust."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why didn't you say anything?" Dara whispered, ignoring the rash comments he made.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why? What was the point in that?" Jiyong said, emphasizing his words. "Either way, you'd still be as persistent as ever."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You could of said something." Her voice began to shake. "Instead of making me feel like an idiot, not for standing up for my friend, but for having to deal with someone like you."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Enduring a few moments of silence, she began to speak again.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Seunghyun was right. You're a good artist. Talented." She spat, "But one with a rotten heart. If I knew that, I wouldn't have bothered helping you with this song if seu-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh. So it was him that motivated you." Jiyong said, interrupting with a loud voice. "Not because you wanted to do it, not because you wanted to make this come out good, for my success and for yours, but because someone told you to with a few sweet words? Your more naive than I thought."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With this, she felt a heavy load of emotion dwell in her chest. Biting her lip, Dara ran towards the door and pulled its heavy handle, exiting the room with a slam.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sitting there for awhile, Jiyong closed his eyes in thought.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Really. Annoying."</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-12.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Twelve }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-41246990614408220792009-12-29T11:25:00.000-08:002010-03-05T17:21:55.171-08:00Chɑpter 12: Who's fault is that?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What was all that racket?"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I don't know. Something must have happened."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun sat layed back on a highchair in YG's office, twirling the lemon inside his glace of juice on the clear table with a straw. The clock on the rear wall stroke 12:00.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright, I'm going to head off." Yang Goon said, sitting up and flicking the desk's lamp switch off. The eldest of BB watched him shove the roomkey into his pocket and turn around,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Tell Jiyong and Dara to finish up for today. You too, you should get home soon."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With a nod in reply, Seunghyun waved him off as he watched his chief turn right down the hallway. It wasn't long until someone else had stomped his way through the door from the other direction.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Woah.." The sharp eyed boy said, turning his attention to Jiyong who had entered with a stern, blown off look. He sits down with a crash, in one of those huge poofy couches that sink in when you attempt to sit. Seunghyun folded his hands, waiting for him to talk. Instead, he decided to start the conversation.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..Whats up?" He started, not expecting to have a positive answer based on the looks of his leader.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"That Sandara..." Jiyong mumbled. He didn't look any happier than he already was. "Got Guts, mashing herself into other peoples business like that. Doesn't she have anything better to do?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Shes just watching out for her friend. Its not a crime." Says Seunghyun.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Says the person who managed to pursuade her to even participate in 'Hello'" Jiyong replied, "You know. It'd be nice if the other party actually </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wanted</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to do it, not because an elder told them to?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Typical G-Dragon PMS moment.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" TOP thought, silently laughing on the inside. It was so like him to think of everything as a joke. "Where did she go?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't know. She could be in China for all I care." Jiyong hissed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And you do know that if that was the case, your album would have to go without 'Hello'?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Opening his mouth to speak again, Jiyong tried to protest but soon shut himself as nothing was left to be said.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Dara's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hate him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats the only thing I could think about as I roam the streets of downtown Seoul. My eyes began to sting with tears as cold air chills around me, the small breeze of wind curling around my hair, pulling it away from my face. As I walk, one phrase loops continuously through my brain;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your Annoying. Your Annoying. Your Annoying.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Other thoughts began to fill in, thoughts that made myself think maybe I really was annoying. Maybe I did budge myself in a little too much. But was standing up for my best friend a bad thing? He didn't have to be so rash. Suddenly, liquid began to fall from my eyes down my cheek.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I reached the far part of the city, I came to be conscious of the fact that I had traveled quite a long way from the Studio. It was busy down here; even during the early AM. Neon lights flashed everywhere between different stores and pubs, people chatted with their partners and laughed with joy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, yeah. AM. What time was it, anyway?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stopping in my tracks, I felt through the back of my pockets. Oh wait, I had no pockets. I wasn't even wearing jeans screw myself for wearing leggings today.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Suddenly, my eyes became wide. No pockets, no phone. No phone, no connection. Money? In my Bag. My bag,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">back at the Studio.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stupid Dara!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" I cursed myself, "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How are you going to get back? You don't even know where your feet took you!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At this point, I could feel the cold. Great. I obliviously ran outside without a jacket. Where is it you ask? Oh, no where, just back at the studio. Again. I was left standing in the middle of nowhere in Seoul; no money, no phone, nothing. And on top of that, only wearing a baggy white shirt with a thin tank top on the inside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stood there, thinking of what to do as I rubbed my forearm to keep warm.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- END OF POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Looking around at her surroundings, Dara decided to make her next move. All sorts of people were around her, WEIRD ones too..if you know what I mean. Thinking that she could get out of the way to prevent being run over, she moved from the middle of the busy street to the sidewalk. It was good that no one was paying any attention to her since she could be exposed, yet it was a bad thing that she couldn't get help that way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Incidentally, she came face to face with a large sign. It was some sort of Hangout Pub, and Dara knew better than to go inside. Shaking her head and turning herself around to view the busy street, the other stores weren't any better. Intense neon pictures of girls were everywhere; giving her a bad impression. Asking someone on the street wasn't any good either.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Almost roboticially, Dara's feet began to move into the Pub. She was greeted at the entrance by a young man, who then opened the door for her. Taking one last glance at the city square behind her, she stepped inside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The interior was a whirl of bright colors and noises. It was different than the club she had went to for the wrap-up party, this tension..didn't make her feel good.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking a deep breath, Dara closed her eyes and prepared herself. Taking a few more steps into the busy place, she observed the others around her. They seemed decent enough to her liking.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Too busy taking in the others presences, she didn't notice when she had slammed into someones shoulder. With a surprised grunt from the other party, Dara lowered her head in apology at the girl she had bumped into, supporting her fall with a nearby table.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING." The woman said through gritted yellow teeth. She had a silver skin exposed evening dress on, and looked around 26 or 27. "Bitch."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Completely shocked with this lady's attitude, Dara creased her eyebrows and clenched her fist. Was that any way to talk to someone? And did she not recognize her status of who she was?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What, why you staring at me like that, huh?!" The woman leaned into Dara and looked her in the eye with a wrinkled forehead. Forced to take a step back, Dara gulped.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your the one who bumped into me. People should take responsibility for their own actions." She said with a daring voice.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You...Its just cause you have a pretty face." The girl said, shoving a finger into Dara's shoulder with force. "You celebrities, thinking they should have it their way all the time."<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ignoring the obvious part of this girl not being oblivious after all, her words immediately left a mark into her chest. Feeling the water rush behind her eyes again, she didn't have a comeback.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hey, Whore. Don't bully this pretty girl."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her eyes darted back to a boy around her age with spiky black hair, who had his hand on her harasser's shoulder. Behind him was two other guys with about the same appearance.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With a snort, the woman flicked her finger off Dara's shoulder and walked away, sending them a scowl on the way. Standing there awkwardly for a moment, Dara rubbed her hands together and bit her lip.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thanks."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With no reply, the boys smirked at eachother and crowded around her, looking at her up and down. Standing there uncomfortably, Dara gave a short nervous laugh and smiled at the boys sheepishly.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well...I have to go, I-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her heart suddenly pounced as the leader of the boys pushed her back with force, she was caught with two hands by the other two guys who gave her a narrow eyed smile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your Sandara Park, right?" one of them asked as she noticed him from the corner of her eye. With a small nod of her head, the boys cooed together.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We've found a real treasure, indeed.." The other said, causing her pupil to jolt to the other side. She felt her breathing pace a lot faster at this moment. What were they planning?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Suddenly, Dara felt a hard jab at her back, and then she was out cold.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As he lied on his Tom and Laura bed, Jiyong stared at the ceiling in thought. He had returned from the studio after a lecture from his hyung. Suddenly jolting up from his bed, he ranted out loud for awhile and ruffled his messy blonde hair. Stopping after awhile, he looked at the ground to see his dog Gaho panting at him. Reaching down and picking him up with a grunt, the blonde held him up to his face as they began to poker face eachother.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You.." Setting the dog down and pinching its nose, Jiyong let out a little yelp as it bit his finger. "GAHO! How can you do that to your owner!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He tried hard to distract himself from the incident. Anger filled him everytime she came to mind.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your..so annoying!" He said, playfully slapping Gaho. Keyword; playfully. Although he was referring to a certain someone with the line.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Where did that locust go anyway!? Leaving all of a sudden. I swear when she comes tomorrow I'm gonna-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He was interrupted from his rant with a sudden beeping noise. It was his cell phone. Reaching across his bed for the phone on his desk, he grabbed and then fell back on top of Tom.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a text from Chaerin.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hey, Ji.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm bored. Do you want to go somewhere right now?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After all the trouble you've caused with your lies..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" GD thought as he texted her back.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Crazy woman. Its like almost 1:00 in the morning.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Closing his phone, a reply came no more than a few seconds later.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please. I need to talk to you.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Damn right you do." Jiyong said, scowling to himself. In the middle of a reply; a sudden loud tone began to play. It was a phone call. Closing the text message, he pressed the talk button and put the phone to his ear.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hello?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" It was Seunghyun. What did he want at this hour?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Did you contact Dara after she busted off?"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Now why the heck would I do that?" Jiyong replied, clicking his tongue.<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I just talked to Bom..She hasn't returned to her apartment yet.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With no reply from the blonde, he stared blankly at the wall across from him for a moment. After awhile he came up with his conclusion</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And your telling me this because..?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Because shes in the same entertainment as us. Because shes our noona. Because shes our FRIEND?" Seunghyun said, emphasizing the last bit. "I don't see why your taking this whole thing so seriously. The girl was just caring for her friend. You can't blame her for that..and you know at this rate, your album wont be finished in time?"<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a long pause.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Fine. Whatever." The hyung sighed over the phone, "Me and the others will look for her ourselves. You don't have to."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After hearing the tone of his elder hanging up, Jiyong remained in the same position for awhile. He narrowed his eyes, and then flipped his phone shut.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hey, What are we going to do with this girl?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh, things...shes a celebrity, man! Think of all the things that could happen with her around."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The three men sat inside a black vehicle, with the leader driving the car. The other two sat in the back, guarding the kidnapped female in the middle.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Where are we taking her?" One of them said, stroking the hair at the side of her passed out face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Somewhere." The Leader said, smirking in front of the rearview mirror. "Where her little friends will come save her."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I see...." The other man chuckled,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Playing around with YG's Entertainment."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Daesung! Have you found her yet?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The shaggy chocolate brown haired boy panted as he reached the others at the city square, taking deeps breaths as he shook his head. The others sighed at this, wondering where their friend disappeared to at 1:00 AM.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She'll come back eventually, won't she? Dara hasn't ever went past her curfew." Chaerin said, tapping her chin with a long finger.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara unnie...where are you!?" Minzy cried, crashing her head on top of Bom's shoulder.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We'll find her. She can't be that far." Taeyang said. "Godammit..what did that Jiyong do?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She'll definitely come back. No one inform YG of this..he'll definitely blow." said Seungri. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So..we're just going to leave her?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah..I guess." The Maknae replied oblivious to the voice. Suddenly aware, he turned around along with the others and came face to face with no one other than Kwon Jiyong. He came after all.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ji.." Chaerin echoed, stopping her thoughts as the blonde walked closer to the group. Tipping his black hat to the side of his face, Jiyong zipped up his gray jacket casually as if he wasn't the cause of the whole thing. Which wasn't completely a lie.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun stared at him, in wonder. "Are you going to help us find her or not?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Slightly rolling his eyes, Jiyong shoved his hands inside his pockets and tilted his head.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I guess."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-13-from-heart.html">{ Chapter Thirteen }</a></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-67017025721005563792009-12-29T11:24:00.000-08:002010-03-07T20:21:20.450-08:00Chɑpter 13: Words From the Heart<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara!"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"NOOOONNNNAAAAA...WHERE ARE YOU!?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its been almost an hour since the two groups broke off to search for their missing friend. Things were really starting to worry them right now; Where could she go in the early AM by herself? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"That hell of an annoying locust...Where did she drag herself to." GD said, scratching the side of his head furiously. He froze as his hyung gave him a funny look.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Finally realizing how much of a problem this is, huh?" Seunghyun pointed out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Shut up." Jiyong murmured. "My album. Its for my album.."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara's the type to need company." Bom said, sighing in worry. The other girls nodded in agreement. "Something really must have happened to her."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"No really," Jiyong hissed, "I think we've established that already."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Jiyong's Pov-</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My mouth shut as I received a series of glares from my friends as a reminder of who started all of this, Causing myself to avert my gaze. Really. Must I be blamed for this?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..I guess. My mind really started to blur; </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where did she go? I know I said some really harsh things..but I had no idea she was that sensitive. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Frick. No. It's her fault, not mine. She'll come back....right?</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'm tired.." Chaerin complained, resting her arm on top of Minzy's shoulder. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"We've asked about a million people already. No ones seen her." whispered Seunhyun. The crowd stood silent for a moment, debating on what to do next. I suddenly started to feel bad, but it was a little too late to realize that now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"AIYOOOOOOOOOOO...ITS BEEN A GREAT NIGHT!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My eyes wandered over to the hung-over looking girl who squeezed herself between our group. Her messed up hair flung around her shoulders as she staggered past Taeyang who gave her an eyebrows up disturbed look.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Bitch...if only I hadn't bumped into that girl. WHAT KIND OF A GLARE WAS THAT!?!?!?" She said, hiccuping at the most randomest parts. "Celebrities..what a pain."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly, Seunghyun took a few stomps and twisted the lady around by one shoulder, causing her to release a short gasp in surprise.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara." He said bluntly</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"...Whosa hell are </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> people?" She chanted, squinting her eyes to scan each and every one of them as they began to crowd around her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Tell us her whereabouts. You've met with her." Seunghyun repeated, not even thinking about the low possibilities. He suddenly was pushed back by the drunk woman; her arm ripping his off of her shoulder with a fierce expression on her face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Who the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">fuck</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> is that?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My reflexes had suddenly taken over. My feet made its way towards the woman, putting my face close to hers in a threatening way.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Sandara Park." I whispered, her fiery eyes searching mine. "Tell us where she is. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I DON'T KNOW!" She screamed, taking two big steps back. "I'M INNOCENT, OKAY!? SHE WAS JUST PICKING A FIGHT AND THESE THREE GUYS CAME TO SAVE HER. I JUST LEFT."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Three guys?" Seunghyun questioned, turning around to face the other three members who gave him a shake of a head. 2ne1 looked at eachother in curiosity and thought.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Three guys....three guys. Wasn't there some kind of thing down here about three guys having to do with kidnappings? Come to think of it...where have I encountered...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lee Hyunki.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">20 years old, Male, Black hair. Hangs around with two other guys. We were buddies before in the past; but I left the group to pursue being a singer. What does he want?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- END OF POV -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"YOU..Don't talk to noona that way! TELL US WHO THEY ARE DAMMIT!" Daesung said through gritted teeth, receiving a bored look from the girl.<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hyunki." Jiyong suddenly said, gaining Taeyang's attention.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hyunki?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" He said in surprise, "I thought we were finished with him. I thought he was finished with </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Whos that?" Minzy asked, receiving a few curious looks from the others.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"JIYONG! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Chaerin yelled as the blonde suddenly broke into a run the other direction with the unanswered question.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The two groups turned around to CL, who had ran a few steps after GD before he disappeared around the corner. It was obvious.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Dara's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My back hurts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No, my whole body aches. I woke up with a stinging pain on my ankles and wrists, and I had no idea where I was or what happened. Oh. Right. I was abducted by three creepos whose whereabouts I do not know of right now, which scares me. My heart started beating faster as I took in my surroundings; it was dark. Too dark. There was no light present except for the dim flickering light hanging on the top ceiling. It was a big place filled with what seemed like old shipment boxes and junk. I was tied together with ropes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"My...I can't feel my feet." I said. shifting uncomfortably ontop of the hard straw I was lying down on. They had tied the ropes too tight. Giving up after awhile, I closed my eyes to rest them for awhile. Its alright, I'll get out of this somehow. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door click open.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hyunki, look. Shes awake." One of the subordinates of the leader said, standing aside from the door to let the raven haired boy walk in. I flinched and attempted to move again as he came closer and closer to me, finally crouching down to my face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I wonder what they're doing, letting a celebrity run around by herself completely exposed to the open." The man going by Hyunki said, I scowled as he grabbed my chin, pulling my face close to his as a nasty smile creeped onto his face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oh, I know. They don't need you anymore. Tsktsk. What have you done?" He said mockingly. "Pissed someone off? In a fight? or...are you just not wanted anymore?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I could feel waterworks begining to swell in my eyes. Who does he think he is, talking to me as if he knows me so well?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Kwon Jiyong. Was it him?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My eyes widened at this, how did he know that jerk?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Real pain in the ass, huh?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After flinching from the statement, my eyes became serious all of a sudden.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I hate him."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Say..how about you stay here and play with me then?" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed my upper arms, jerking me up against the wall. I suddenly didn't feel so confident anymore, my body felt like Jello.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"No." I replied, bluntly. Aware as his hands suddenly began to travel behind my neck</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Come on, it'll be fun..."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With an instant reaction, my mouth dashed for his forearm, biting it with my teeth as hard as I could. He let out a loud scream and immediately let go of me, with a fierce scowl on his face, he raised his hand and planted a hard slap across my face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You little BITCH" He spat, stepping forward again to grab my hair and pull me up. I let out a little scream, meeting his face again. At this point, my vision was blurred with tears.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Freakin' prick" He spat, pushing my body harder against the wall until I couldn't breathe. I began coughing and gasping for air as he pushed harder and harder.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Can't breathe. C-Cant-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Its okay..." My voice cracked as his other free hand made way to my neck again, this time a movement much quicker than before. "You won't need to any longer."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I could feel his nails digging into my skin, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was still tied up, helpless. Defenseless. At this point, I whined and choked against my tears, letting it stream from my face. What was going to happen to me now?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Bitch like you should go to hell..No one needs you!" I let out a loud, terrifying scream as I couldn't even feel the top part of my neck anymore. "Scream all you want. No ones going to come. No one cares. If they did, someone would of co-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I yelped as his hand was ripped off of my neck, my body dropping back down to the stack of straw below me, bottom first.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- End of POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hyunki fell to the ground, struggling and twitching from the pain that was felt on his upper spine.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong panted after his hard strike. His fist still held out in a fierce grip, and his eyes filled with fire while his gaze fixed on Hyunki who now attempted to get up. Regaining position, the blonde grabbed the raven haired boy and kicked him in the stomach, flinging him to the other side of the straw stack.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After the final strike, Jiyong closed his eyes for awhile in rest. His eyes soon opened with alert as he remembered his motive of coming here.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In a flash, he was quickly at Dara's side, lifting her up from her uncomfortable thrown down position. He summoned up some force and tugged against the ropes, immediately ripping them apart setting her wrists and ankles free.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His hands were suddenly flicked away as she suddenly pushed them back with fierce. He tried again to settle her down,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Come on, Locust! Its me!" He whispered urgently as he fought with her arms that sent him weak punches along with her whining and screaming that was filled with fear. She refused to make eye contact with him and kept her eyes closed shut with her head was off to the side.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At this point, he felt anger and frustration muster up inside of him. With a swift movement, Jiyong grabbed her wrists and pushed them aside, then proceeded to cup them around her round face, gripping them hard for attention. She was breathing really hard.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"DARA. LISTEN TO ME." He snapped loudly, with a hard voice. "ITS JIYONG."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After letting her calm down, Dara opened her tightly shut eyelids, revealing the fright in her eyes. Her breathing became more even as she took in the familiar face of Kwon Jiyong. They gazed at eachother for awhile, the blonde trying his hardest to keep her calm. Her pupils suddenly darted behind him, becoming wide at the sight of the raven haired boy crouched behind him with a long wooden board held in two hands.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"YOU BASTARD!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"NO!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It all happened very fast then.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara immediately pulled the oblivious blonde to the side, grasping two side of his arms as she turned her body to shield him. She shut her eyes firmly, letting the board smack against her back with a loud noise.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The sound echoed through the room for awhile as the three of them stayed motionless. Jiyong crouched on his knees, his eyes open paralyzed in shock. His body immediately acted as he felt the hands of the locust slowly releasing its strong grip. He shifted himself around, catching her at the waist from falling over. Her eyes squinted in pain.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Godammit..." Hyunki cursed, staggering as he dropped the wooden board with a bang on the metal floor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Pity on you, Hyunki..." Jiyong whispered fiercely, his eyes shooting towards the enemy. "Hitting a girl is bad."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"BULLSHIT" The raven hair boy yelled from the top of his lungs, "JIYONG. WHY ARE YOU HERE? FUCKING PROTECTING A GIRL LIKE THAT OUT OF NOWHERE, YOUR NOTHING BUT A PLAYBOY. YOU DON'T HAVE A HEART."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What? Your still not over that?" The blonde mimicked in a sarcastic calm tone. "Just because your girl decided to leave you and come to me?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"SHUT UP!" He screamed, his voice echoing through the whole place. "ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, I WAS NOTHING BACK THEN. AFTER YOU LEFT, ALL YOU DID WAS PURSUE YOUR STUPID DREAM. 2NE1, CHOI SEUNGHYUN, DONG YOUNGBAE.... I HAVEN'T BEEN COMPLETELY IGNORING YOUR STATUS, YOU KNOW? SANDARA PARK...I HEARD SHE WAS FILLING IN FOR HELLO SO I-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"WILL YOU CUT IT OUT?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong shot up from his spot, making sure not to drop Dara so hard. The coffee haired girl coughed and half opened her eyes, glancing at him from the back. He gripped his fist tightly until it turned white.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I NEVER ONCE EVEN CONSIDERED STAYING IN YOUR LITTLE CREW." He yelled. "ALL WE DID WAS CRAP, IT TURNED ME INTO CRAP TOO. I'VE FOUND MY PLACE. I WANT TO SING. I WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL, UNLIKE YOU. AND I WANT DARA'S TALENT TO HELP ME WITH THAT. I DON'T NEED YOU TO START KIDNAPPING MY FR-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"SO WHAT? ARE YOU THE ONE UNDERSTANDING HER ALL OF A SUDDEN?" He interrupted. "SHE HATES YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT SHE HATES YOU! </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">HATE YOU!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"CAN YOU STOP TALKING AS IF YOU KNOW HER?" Jiyong hissed, his face turning red from anger. "You know, BECAUSE OF THIS, She might be on the headlines of the news!? This will become a huge burden on her, Do you know what will happen to her from now on!?!?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"WHAT ABOUT YOU, HUH!? YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN THE COMPLETE NARCISSIST, ONLY THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF." He screamed. The atmosphere went silent for awhile, Jiyong in thought. Or, as if he was hesitating.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Finally, his mouth opened to speak.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Theres only one reputation I'm worried about right now." He said calmly, "and it's not my own."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hyunki took note of his former-friends eyes. They were filled of seriousness, he wasn't kidding. With quivering teeth he took one big stomp on the ground and let out a loud scream, falling onto his knees. It wasn't long until he soon got up again with tired eyes, sending Jiyong one last electrifying glare.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"One day." He whispered, "You will regret it."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Without knowing what he meant by that, Jiyong watched his back as Hyunki staggered off, through the metal door to the outside. Standing there for awhile, he suddenly remembered the injured girl down beside him. Flicking his body around, he crouched down and examined her face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You alright?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her face was pale and her hair was very messed up. The corner of her mouth soon formed into a tired smile, and then her head nodded in okay.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Those were his true words, from the heart.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-14-lets-do-this.html">{ Chapter Fourteen }</a></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-14153286193706397482009-12-29T11:23:00.000-08:002010-03-13T00:38:26.887-08:00Chɑpter 14: Lets do this.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally, they were able to return.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong held her arm over his neck, carrying her weight while his other hand supported her waist. He looked straight forward, taking baby steps as she limped along his side. As he clasped her wrist on his outer shoulder, he realized it was ice cold and lifeless.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I can walk by myself." She said in a weak voice. But his hand only gripped tighter, continuing to guide her along the middle of the empty dark street. She assumed it was a no.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You should show that side of you more often."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What?" Jiyong said.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She hadn't even realized she said it out loud. "The brave, caring G-Dragon versus the complete idiotic jerk."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As her words reached him his steps began to fade, and soon they came to a stop. He shifted his head to look at her, and she looked back, her face expecting some kind of scolding or harassment. But instead, she felt a jolt of surprise as her body was maneuvered up from her legs. Her arms flung around his neck as he began to walk again, piggybacking her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara glanced at him from the side. His face looked like it was a mix of tiredness, calmness, and a smidge of happiness as a small smile curved from his mouth. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Even someone like you is able to smile." She said, watching as Jiyong averted his eyes to the other side of her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Shut up and stay still. It's the least you could do from all the trouble you've caused."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara resisted a smile at this moment, but gave in to her muscles.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few minutes later after walking in nothing but the sound of their footsteps, he came to a stop as the two finally reached back to YG Entertainment building. Jiyong slowly slid her off his back and quickly shifted himself around to support her. His other hand grabbed the door handle and pulled it. After tugging it a few times, he realized it was locked.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Crap. They already locked it" Dara said, catching on to the fact that they were locked out. Her stuff was still in the recording room.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her eyes flickered to Ji, who had pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and pressed a number on speed dial. Waiting for a few rings, his mouth opened to speak.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Seunghyun? Yeah. I've got her. We're outside of the entertainment right now.."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a few seconds of listening to his hyung, Jiyong pressed the end button and placed his phone back inside his pocket. "They're coming. Just wait for awhile, Chaerin and them will bring you back to your apartment.."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara replied with a simple nod of her head. With wandering eyes, the two of them continued to stand awkwardly in the night, waiting for either one to say something.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why'd you come for me?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He was took by surprise at this question, she realized he had avoided her eyes at this. Why </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">did</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> he, anyway? Didn't he hate her just as much as she hated him?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How could my album be finished without you?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LIES.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara's mind shouted to her, making her smile a little. She already knew why he did it. However, there was another problem that she really wanted to figure out the solution to.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"why did you choose me..?" She asked. It was a question that she had been wondering about for the past few events, and now she wanted it answered by Jiyong himself. His face hardened for awhile, but then it loosened as words begun to flow out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't know. It was just interesting."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What was?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"In, or out." He replied with a smirk, "You were so into it. Thought I could use some of that motivation for my song. Your annoying, don't ask so many questions." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Che." Dara smiled mockingly, giving a little eyeroll. Her eyes wandered over to the street, and suddenly a view of three girls running was in sight. Indeed it was Chaerin, Minzy and Bom. This made her smile; she could finally see them again after being away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara unnie!" Minzy appeared beside her first, giving her a tight hug of reunion. She was soon followed by the other two members, who looked at their group mate quickly to search for any injuries.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh, god. Dara! You look horrible!" Bom exclaimed, grabbing the arm of her friend. She flinched away in pain, letting her unnie turn her forearm around to reveal a long, red scar. Jiyong widened his eyes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thanks for finding her, Ji." Chaerin said to the blonde, who did not give her a reply. She felt her heart sink as her eyes darted down in thought as Bom and Minzy prepared to take their friend away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We'll be going." Minzy added. The two of them lifted the coffee haired girl with both arms and helped her down the steep steps of the entrance. Chaerin soon followed slowly from behind, as if she couldn't leave behind the person at the door.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With one last glance behind her, Dara caught sight of Jiyong's eyes and whispered a silent </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thank-you.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The next morning was a dark and cloudy one. Even though it was already 8:00 AM, it seemed as if the sun hadn't rised at all. On top of that, the pouring rain wasn't helping the situation.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her back was still hurting from this early morning. She had only gotten 5 hours of sleep since the other three girls brought her home. Dara slowly sat up from her bed, squinting her face to keep from the soreness. She was still dressed with what she wore the other night, considering she didn't even have the energy to change.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You awake?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She turned towards the doorway, which by it stood Chaerin still in her blue pajamas holding a mug with steam flowing out of the top. She made her way to Dara's bed, placing the hot mug of lemon tea near the bedside table. Taking a seat on the bed, she smiled at her unnie.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How are you feeling?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good." Dara replied with a childish grin, as if a daughter speaking to her mother. "Feels good to be home."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You sure those guys didn't do anything weird to you?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah. Jiyong really saved me back there."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin's expression suddenly changed. Her eyes became more dark and serious, and her smile faded away. It wasn't long until Dara had realized what she said, why did she have such a big mouth?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Did he say anything?" She asked, slowly rubbing the side of her arm in embarrassment.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara thought about how to reply this. Should she tell her about what happened? No...it would harm her too much. But then again, why did she tell her that she and GD were together when really, they weren't? Why would she lie to her about that?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh my god. Does this mean she's believing Kwon Jiyong over her best friend?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Nothing. Why?" Dara quickly said, covering up her long period of silence. After a short while, she slowly climbed herself out of the bed. "Uhm..I have to go. "Hello" isn't finished its recording."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Wait. Could you tell Ji something for me?" Chaerin asked, grabbing the arm of her friend.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara thought about this for a moment, then nodded. It was the least she could do for her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After washing herself up, getting changed and eating breakfast, Dara headed out the door and made her way towards the Entertainment. It wasn't that far from her apartment, actually. Around a few blocks. She waved her hand out on the side of the road and got into a red taxi for transportation, in disguise of course. There was no guarantee that what happened earlier on this morning would not be spilled to the press.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"YG Entertainment building, please." She said, receiving a nod from the driver. As the car began to move, Dara rested herself on the back of the seat and took a deep breath, making a mental note of all the events that happened the past few days.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her mind wandered over to the topic of Jiyong. She really was confused; was he a bad person or not? Now that shes sure that he has a good side to him, why does he cover it up with a cocky attitude? It just doesn't make any sense.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Within an instant, the thought of the blonde transferred over to Chaerin's favour. She wanted her to tell him to meet him somewhere on the weekend. What did they want to talk about? I guess its okay for Chaerin if Jiyong was like this all the time...but why does he have to be such a playboy? Why-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh, gosh. I really am an annoying meddler in other peoples business.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara said interrupting her own thoughts, remembering her fellow saviour's words. Flinging the thought aside, she looked out the window and saw that she wasn't very far from the entertainment. It was useful to live pretty close.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thanking the taxi driver and paying him a few coins, Dara shut the door and bounced out of her seat to the open. After watching the mister drive away, she ripped off the scarf around her face and took off her dark sunglasses. Her coffee brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a braid of her bangs pushed to the side. Pulling off the huge fluffy skirt on the outside, she stepped out revealing black skinny jeans and silver flats. It was an embarrassing disguise; but it worked. Unbuttoning a few buttons on her heavy black coat, she slipped it off and revealed a white tank top.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking a deep breath, she juggled the stuff together and made her way into the building, pushing the door open with her side.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Making her way into the elevator in front of her, she stood waiting for it to arrive to the bottom. With a ding, the metal doors opened from the side and to her surprise, inside stood Seunghyun.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah! Noona." He said, returning the surprised look. Stepping to the side, he made room for Dara as she walked to stand beside him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What are you doing here?" She asked, ignoring his eyes that were wandering around the stuff she was carrying in her hands. He responded by holding up a cup of steaming coffee in a styrofoam container. "A little treat for Jiyong. He hasn't slept yet; he's been writing the rest of the lyrics to Hello since you've been brought home."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's expression suddenly turned stale. "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He hasn't slept?</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> It was already 9:30, he's been up that long?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Noticing her shocked face, Seunghyun gave a slight laugh. "Its okay. Ji's like that. He always stays up writing lyrics or something like that; we end up leaving him like that since theres no way to get him to sleep."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah..I see." Dara said, nodding her head in understanding. "Still..shouldn't he at least get some sleep? It's important to get rest, or else its bad for the body..." her face wandered off into a daze, as if she was in deep thought. Seunghyun observed this, taking in her serious features.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your really caring, aren't you?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Huh? Oh, no." She said, returning back to reality. The doors suddenly opened as they reached the top floor, and Dara was the first to step out. She turned around to face her friend with a smile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well, I'll be going."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Wait." Seunghyun said, reaching out the cup of coffee in front of him towards her. Dara shoved the things to her right hand and grabbed it with her left with confusion. "Bring it to Jiyong." He said with a crooked grin.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Staring at the cup for a few moments, Dara nodded with a smile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day two of "Hello" recording was just about to begin.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats what she was thinking as her silver flats led her lingering outside the door of the studioroom. Dara mentally debated what she would say to the blonde when entering the room. It was awkward. She had dropped off all her disguise equipment of at the front, and now all she had in her hands was the cup of coffee. Taking in a deep breath, she reached and pulled the metal handle and opened the door.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peeking inside, she caught sight of a body lying on the couch. The persons legs were crossed and had a black jacket covering their face. Slowly walking inside, Dara tiptoed her way to the space between the couch and the coffee table, staring for a few moments.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Must be tired after whats happened, huh?" She said to herself, gaining a half smile. Slowly bending down, Dara sat herself on the coffee table and rested her elbows ontop of her knees. She continued to watch Jiyong's chest puff up and down from his silent breathing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I guess I shouldn't wake you. We can do the song later." She said. She paused for a moments, as if waiting for a reply, then spoke again. "When your album gets released, everyones going to be so amazed." Dara complimented to him, smiling to herself. "Thanks for saving me.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your welcome."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"mmhmm..." Dara dazed. She suddenly froze and her eyes became wide at the familiar voice that came behind her, shooting up immediately and jolting around.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh. For me? Thank you." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stood frozen, mouth hanging wide open as Kwon Jiyong casually took the cup of coffee from her stretched out hand. Her fingers bounced as it was slipped from her hand, but her hand was still in place with the shocked expression. Her pupil rolled over to him, who was now chugging down the coffee in a carefree mode.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You...how..WHAT?" Dara exclaimed, turning around to the person that was lying on the couch. She watched as the person pulled a quick hand and threw off the black jacket, revealing a man wearing a neutral look. Teddy!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Bout time you came here, Locust. I thought I was going to kill myself from waiting." Jiyong said, a smirk appearing on his face as he placed the coffee cup on the table. "Not saving you twice. Next time, you locusts should be careful before deciding to make low decisions. Although you can't help that, right?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara clenched her fists at this, her face turning red from anger and embarrassment. He was no different than before. So different than earlier on in the morning. Is this what they call a brand new day? Her mouth opened to speak, but then was interrupted by the movement of Teddy on the couch. He shifted off and made way to the front controls, turning the system on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Quarrel later, okay? The album needs to be finished."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">GD gave his friend a quick nod, and then turned to the fuming coffee haired girl, giving her a mocking smile. "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Noona,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> please work hard." and turned around to make way into the recording.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You-!" Dara creased her eyebrows, opening her mouth to make a scowl. Nothing really did change.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You guys seem to have a good relationship. What happened?" Teddy asked, shifting around in his rolly chair. Dara gulped and calmed herself down, then her face turned into a slight smile. Somehow, that was true. She watched Jiyong through the slightly tinted glass of the recording room, recording his part.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whatever you wear, wear it with charm, kimchi!</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">like you've worn it through your whole life show, like</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Watching him finish off the part, Teddy waved a finger from behind, motioning Dara to head on inside. She nodded and stretched her fingers before opening the door. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking a few steps in, she closed it behind her with a slam. It was just the two of them now. Jiyong made eye contact with her for a few seconds, then pointed to the second pair of headphones and mike to remind her of her job. Dara gulped in preparation and slipped them on, positioning herself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thanks."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Did she heard wrong, to think those words were coming from Kwon Jiyong's mouth? He had himself looking forward, as if he hadn't said anything at all.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Trying to hold in a smile but failing, Dara reached for two sides of her headphones, grasping them tightly as though she didn't need to hear anything else.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You won't be disappointed." She said. They were going to finish this, no matter what.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just Watch.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-15-not-yours.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Fifteen }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-48304178066086036672009-12-29T11:22:00.000-08:002010-03-17T18:33:24.820-07:00Chɑpter 15: Not yours!<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hey hey hey, everyone! This is your friendly seoul district radio broadcaster, Joong! As you all know, his Official Solo Album has been released just yesterday, on August 18th. Just a week ago, Big Bang leader G-Dragon's album cover and track list was revealed to the public, receiving high complimentaries. To our surprise, 2ne1's Sandara park has been featured in one of the songs, "Hello", that has reached to the top charts in just a day aside from heartbreaker. Tune in a few minutes for some words from the blackjack herself!"</span></span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Jiyong's song reached top charts in just a day! No, in almost less than a day. Congratulations!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why are you saying that to the radio?" The blonde said with a roll of his eyes. Seungri grinned and ignored his hyung, who looked as if he was trying hard not to smile. He turning towards Taeyang. "We're so proud of him, right hyung?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Of course." The short spikey haired boy replied with a smile. The three of them sat in the middle of the practice room in front of the wall of mirrors. It's been awhile since the two treasures of YG had spend quality time together; but Seungri just decided to tag along. He was the Maknae; they couldn't say no.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alriiightt, Here we have Sandara, one of the three people that were able to sing alongside G-Dragon!"</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong pulled a narcissistic smile on his lips, leaning back on the palm of his hands. "Better say something good, Locust."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What?" Seungri raised an eyebrow.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Nothing."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How was it like working alongside Kwon Jiyong?"</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The three of them leaned into the small radio between them, listening attentively. The Maknae pulled a smile at the sound of her friends voice,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Like Hell."</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The two boys released a little chuckle cough at this, but was soon shutted up by a glare from the blonde that wore a bothered look.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah? Why is that?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I've never worked alongside someone who was arrogant as him." Dara spoke casually into the mike, "But somehow, I felt like I had to work hard, because it was Jiyong's first solo album.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What about your opinion on Kwon Jiyong himself?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She paused for a moment, twirling her fingers together to come up with an answer. She didn't want the public to think wrongly of her thoughts; nor the other way around. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But you know what? Screw it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I like him."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"AIYO?" Joong exclaimed, making a loud clap with his hands in surprise as he howled. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No..not in that way." Dara corrected with a nervous laugh, then her face turned solemn and she smiled faintly. "He's a good person, actually..that is, once you get to know him."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ehhhh, so you had other thoughts before?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She thought about this for a moment. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yeah, a lot of other thoughts.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"There were things I didn't know about him." She replied, "A lot of things...I actually thought that if I participated in Heartbreaker album, I'd also get the chance to know him better. I think I'm satisfied enough." Dara said. Those words may be the most honest ones that came out of her mouth all day. But it was true, he really wasn't as bad as he looks from first impression.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Idiot. It wasn't necessary to say something dumb like that." Jiyong murmured to himself under his breath.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Have you been getting close to noona behind our backs!?" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The blonde let out a little gasp as Seungri playfully choked the back of his neck. He lied on his side after giving in, rubbing the spot. Taeyang sat in her same spot, watching him get up with a defendant look. He pulled little smirks here and there, since he was more of the quiet type.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Really. You guys are all the same.." He complained as he took out his phone from his pocket.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So your not denying it?" He asked with a mocking smile as he watched his friend pretend to play around with its contents. "You got her number?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Shut up." Jiyong spat, beginning to press the buttons faster. "Why the hell would I-" His fingers stopped at his contacts screen, the selector at the name "Sandara Park." SINCE WHEN DID THIS GET HERE?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hehe."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He shot Seungri an electrifying look, which immediately toned himself down. How does HE have her number and- Oh. Good old Yang Goon. Right.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And so those were a few words from Sandara Park of 2ne1. Seems like shes grown very fond of Kwon Jiyong, eh?" </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a sudden hitting noise and a yelp. They had assumed Dara decided to resort to physical violence. "...</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just recently, she has also released her very own digital single "kiss" that will be scheduled for public releasage very soon. Keep up to date everyone~!</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At that moment, there was a beeping noise coming from his cellphone. Again, he slid his hand into his pocket annoyingly and pulled it out. Reading the text, he was surprised as it was from a familiar number.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't know how I got your number.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But anyway.. Chaerin wants to meet you later on. Just telling you.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Locust.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"That idiot. At least say something else." Jiyong murmured. His eyes suddenly grew dark as he realized the main point of this message. He had things to discuss with CL. Watching him, Seungri raised his eyebrows at this with a smirk. "Chaerin wants to meet you? Aigo Hyung, you got too many ladies. Give me one!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Take Chaerin." he murmured again, receiving a hm-can-you-repeat-that look. He shook his head and then got up from his bottom, shoving his hands inside his pockets.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Nothing. I'll be back later."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thats weird. I don't remember getting his number." Dara said, making her way outside of the Radio Station. She shrugged and then rubbed the back of her head, breaking into a large yawn. "Whatever. I'm tired. I think I'll go somewhere to relax for the time being...working too hard these days."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At least thats what she'd like to think. Actually, a lot of things were on her mind right now. Unanswered questions, and a series of inadequate answers. Thoughts about the interview still lingered in her mind, the public, going back to the house, why Jiyong is who he is...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and, what did her best friend have to talk to him about thats </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> secretive that she couldn't know? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Come to think of it....she lied." Dara murmured to herself, repeating her statement earlier on in the day. "There must be a reason."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her long coffee ponytail swiveled around as she faced the voice. It was Seunghyun again, standing a metre away from her on the sidewalk. They just seem to meet everywhere, don't they? "OH, hi" She emphasized. Somehow, being around this guy calmed her down. He was easy to talk to; and it seemed as if nothing was ever bothering him. Carefree guy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Did you hear the radio?" She asked as the two began to walk down the pavement with an even pace.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah." He said, smiling. Dara returned it back, he looked nice when he smiled. It looked more angelic, more kind, not that he already was but- "Good job."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats it?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" She spat at herself. Were her words only worth a good job? Oh well. She just spoke what was on her mind at that time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Seems like you and Jiyong really came together after 'Hello'". Dara winced at this, why was everyone going on about that? Its not like they've never collaborated with other opposite sexes. Why'd they have to be the centre of attraction? Its not like something has actually happened between them..not that they knew of, anyway.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Erm..I guess." She replied. Might as well say it, there was no point in denying. He gave her a know-it-all look, followed by a narrow of eyes as he sent her another curved lip smile. "Told you he wasn't a bad person."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Che.." Dara smacked, crossing her arms as she walked. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">".</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.but you'll get hurt if you end up falling for him</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her feet paused as she realized he had disappeared from her side. Turning around, he stood a few metres away, looking as if he was thinking about something. It had recovered though, after a few seconds he jogged up to her and regained a neutral, fresh look.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Want to go eat something?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Considering this for a moment, Dara hesitated. Then she nodded in agreement, watching him as he began to walk ahead. What was that about?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It wasn't long until she had caught up with him. They came across a large green park filled with visitors and vendors. A large fountain was spotted in the very center, with a small bridge of decoration. The two of them continued to walk along the sidewalk, maintaining the aura they gave off as celebrities. No one seemed to notice who they were yet.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What are you up to lately?" Dara asked, walking casually with her hands clasped together behind her back. She smiled and nodded at a few people who gave her looks.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Nothing really. I've been trying to find something interesting to do with someone lately, but it seems as if they're too far to reach."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara widened her eyes at this, and her lips formed into an evil smirk. She jolted her head towards the spiked haired boy with teasing eyes. "Could it be that Seunghyun </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">likes someone? </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who's the lucky girl?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You can't let anyone know of this." He said in a tone that made her question if he was serious or not. It was hard to tell when this guy was kidding or not. His jokes seemed to serious at some moments. "But she's a really nice person. I think she's sort of oblivious at times...but who isn't? Hopefully one day we'll be able to do something together for once.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She sounds amazing." Dara cooed, "Fighting!" Seunghyun chuckled at this, placing one hand inside his backpocket. They walked around the fountain towards the inner area of the greenery, to a large field with trees paralleling eachother along the cement.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why are you so cold lately?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..If your going to say something, say it."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's feet came to a stop at the sound of two familiar voices. Seunghyun paused behind her, also planting the same expression. They looked at eachother with wondering looks, then took a few steps behind the large tree trunk isolated from the busy areas of the garden. Seunghyun peered from the side, catching sight of two people. Dara soon followed the same action; and indeed, she wasn't wrong when it was stated that the voices were familiar.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong stood in a bored looking way, his body leaning to one side and his hands shoved inside his pockets. His head tilted to the side in an impatient way. Chaerin remained silent, staring at him with intense eyes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Theres no point in me being here if your not going to say anything." He says, "I have things to do. Say what you want so-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why are you acting like this?" Chaerin said, emphasizing her voice. "What did I do? All of a sudden it seems like your completely neg-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm going out with Kwon Jiyong. He loves me.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her face hardened immediately as he stated his point in a mocking voice. Rin's heart sank a little, completely mesmerized. She had felt as if she was caught as a suspect during a crime. Jiyong watched her face change from Serious to now guilty. He responded with a sigh as he ruffled his hair in frustration. He regained position, and looked towards the sheepish girl.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What exactly was the point in that? Since when were we together?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun watched as Dara bit her lip in worry. His eyes wandered towards her hands that were clutching the trunk of the tree with great grip. nervousness began to form in Chaerin's eyes, it was obvious that she was still trying to be strong but was losing to her own feelings.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I don't know.." her voice shook. "I love you. Was that not obvious enough?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Self proclaimed love, huh?" He said. "Is that what it is? Are you just assuming everyone who you love will just love you back like that? Things don't work that way."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thats not what I mean! I don't know what came over me. It was..just in the heat of the moment." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Heat of the moment." Jiyong mimicked. "Just like what happened at the wrap up party, huh?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Daras mind jolted into action at the image of her seeing the two near the bathroom entrances. Now that she thought about it...she had just assumed that he was the one that forced it on her. Was it the other way around?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Dara's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could feel a mini heart attack as Rinnie's eyes met with mine from across Jiyong's back after being speechless from his words. My body went numb as Seunghyun quickly pulled me behind the large tree trunk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She saw me" I whispered to him. Instead of staying in the hidden spot, I reluctantly peered from the tree again. Chaerin's gaze had returned to the blonde.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well." He said. "If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just as he took a step back, Dara's eyes widened at her best friend's move. She had grabbed the collar of his casual black dress shirt and pulled him down towards her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong lost his guard as Rinnie's lips crashed onto his. My mouth was hanging wide open again. Yes, again because I felt like I have seen way too many of these scenes and constant waves of Deja Vu. It surprised me that he didn't resist it. I could see it surprised Seunghyun too, because he looked just as speechless as I was.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The two tree trunk loiterers continued to stand at the same spot, watching their friends with an exasperated look. They had no idea something like this would happen between the two of them. Sure, Dara had ideas, but what were the odds? Her gaze returned to her best friend. Chaerin continued to remain in the same position, gripping his collar with one hand and her other arm wrapped around his neck.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In, or, out? AM I IN OR OUT?</span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Almost immediately, the two broke apart at the sound of someone's cellphone ringtone. Jiyong broke out of Chaerin's grip and twisted around to look from behind. His eyes wandered over towards a nerve-wrecked Sandara, who quickly ended the incoming call with the cell phone in her hands. Beside her stood Seunghyun, looking bothered by what they had just witnessed of. Jiyong whipped Chaerin's hands off of his neck and paced a few steps back. Meanwhile, CL kept her cool as she took deep breaths in an out of the current situation.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara unnie, you heard everything right?" She spoke as Dara slowly headed towards the two not far away. "You know how much I've been aching lately."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uhm...that is.." She hesitated. It wasn't completely untrue, she knew how much her friend loved Jiyong. Standing there awkwardly for a moment, she continued to stay frozen as the blonde shifted a few steps close to her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not that I'm glad to see you, but why are you here again?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" He murmured under his breath.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara shrugs a little. "We've been watching you guys for awhile."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Spying, you mean?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why can't we be together?" Chaerin said, interrupting the secret conversation. She turned towards the blonde once again and began to walk towards him. She reached his chest and placed a palm on it, caressing his shirt in a robotic way. In response, Jiyong sent her an electrifying look, then proceeded to talk in his sarcastic tone. "Dear Chaerin. When have you become such a naughty girl?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Clenching the cloth of his shirt, the short ponytailed girl flicked him away, causing him to stumble a little behind. Her eyes were filled with rage...and sadness.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You can do all those other things with girls you barely know." she whispered. "Why not me?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It seemed like she was losing her cool. Dara bit her lip in worry at her friend as she dug her nails into the palms of her hand, debating on what to say.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Rinnie.." She said, taking a deep breath. "Lets go..you haven't slept we-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm sorry, but I can't do that." Jiyong stated.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The three observers turned their eyes towards the blonde boy. Dara felt her heart jump in surprise as he forcefully placed an arm around her shoulder, causing her feet to stumble a little to his side. He grasped her tightly against the side of his chest, keeping a casual look leaving the other two looking utterly confused, including the victim herself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What?" Chaerin whispered, clenching her fists as she looked at him in the eye, then to her best friend. Dara also followed the same motion. After landing her gaze on the blonde, she panicked and attempted to squeeze herself out of his grip, but failed in almost no time. It only made him grip tighter. Finally, his serious face loosened as he opened his mouth to speak.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This is my Girlfriend."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-16-adrenaline.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Sixteen }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-26061770581929549842009-12-29T11:21:00.000-08:002010-03-20T20:45:27.585-07:00Chɑpter 16: Adrenaline<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This is my Girlfriend."</span></div></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Those words lingered in my mind like steam over boiling water, which is probably a good metaphor to use at a time like this. I jolted my gaze towards him, taking in the seriousness of his face. When the hell- no, how the hell did this happen!?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More importantly, I noticed the change in my best friend's expression. Knowing her, I know exactly how she's feeling right now. I needed to tell her. I needed to make things right- </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">stupid Kwon Jiyong</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! I felt my forehead crease a little as Chaerin begun to shake her head, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. I placed a foot forward towards her direction, but his grip still held me in place.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She turned around, and broke into a run.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"RINNIE!" My legs started to move then, ripping my whole body away from his strong clasp. I could tell it startled him, just from the fact alone that I actually managed to get away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Without turning back, I let my feet take me to wherever my best friend was. I could hear Seunyhyun screaming my name from behind, but I didn't bother to look, because before I knew it, I was already out of the isolated area. I stopped for awhile, to catch my breath. My eyes wandered around the green gardens, but all it took in was the image of visitors and watery fountains. Suddenly, I paused as I saw Chaerin sitting on a nearby stone bench. She didn't realize when I slowly walked towards her from behind.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hey?" I whispered to her in an elderly way. She jolted her head towards me, and to my surprise, her face had an expression that I've never seen before.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was filled with detest. Hate. Betrayal.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and It didn't fail to scare me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why did this happen?" She says in a haunted way, "Of all people, it was </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This definitely managed to shatter me. She had to listen!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No!" I call, grabbing the side of her arm to catch her attention. "Rinnie, You can't listen to Jiyong. We're not together, he-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I paused. My mind realized that if I told her why he did what he did, it would of scarred her even more. The person she loved- pushing her away by using her best friend as a weapon. It was unacceptable. I didn't know how to answer her in a way that wouldn't break her heart too much.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara. You </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">knew</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I liked oppa." She snapped. I've honestly, never seen her as fierce as this through all the times I've been through with her. She was serious. "I know somethings been going on between you two that we don't know about. I know it."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I clenched my teeth at this, she did know everything. But there was no way to explain to her that nothing happened that would harm her relationship with him. We stared at eachother with confrontation for awhile, because I was at a loss for words.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do you like him? Do you want him?" </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This surprised me. How could she ask that? There wasn't enough evidence for making an assumption like that. There was absolutely no-</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This seemed familiar, doesn't it? The person always making their own thoughts, assuming the wrong things. It was impossible to make her think the other way now. I began to shake my head in replacement of not being able to say a word.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do me a favour, unnie." She said. "Try not to get so close to Jiyong."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My eyes watched as my best friend got up from the stone bench, walking away. I stood paralyzed in the same spot, watching her back. I was trying to protect her, howcome in the end, I was the one getting hurt?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What do plan to accomplish with that?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun leaned against the large tree trunk, fiddling with his fingers. Jiyong was seated on the green grass below him, slowly plucking it for entertainment.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"People who try so hard for love" He hissed, throwing pieces of the green material in a pile away from him. "Its pointless."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"People who play around with love, is also pointless." Seunghyun stated, receiving a long pause from his friend. "Was that a reference?" Jiyong chuckled sheepishly.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A loud truffling noise was heard nearby, making the two boys jolt their view behind them. It was the Locust, returning from her failed mission of confronting her best friend. She arrived with the stomp of one foot, digging the heel of her silver flats inside the dirt of the grass. Her hair was a mess; it had fallen loose out of its neat, pushed back ponytail. Jiyong's expression suddenly turned wary at her annoyed look.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why did you do that!?" She exclaims.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Heat of the moment." he mimicked, lowering his voice. "She doesn't believe you? Why do you protect her like that if your own best friend wouldn't believe a simple thing like that?" This made Dara cringe. She had just wondered the exact same thing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Just when I thought things could go right from now on." She said. "You better tell her it was a lie!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why?" The blonde questioned, lifting himself up from the ground to meet her eyes. Seunghyun watched as they studied eachother for awhile, with no words. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"It won't change the fact that she's already developed many thoughts." He says, silencing her. "As as of now, your going out with Kwon Jiyong."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a click of a camera as the three of them stood in place, no movement, no words. And at that moment, Dara regretted she even let herself accept Chaerin's favour.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">August 20th, 8:00 AM.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara wakes up.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">8:10 AM.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara pours herself some milk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">8:20 AM.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara decides to go get the newspaper.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">8:20 AM.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara reads the headlines.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">8:20 AM.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara dies a little inside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All in one minute. The messy, unkempted haired celebrity stood outside of her apartment, PJ's and all, staring at the bold headlines of todays newspaper with a completely mesmerized face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What..." She begins, scanning its contents for the millionth time. "What is this!?!?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seoul Weekly Newspaper co.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Celebrities Hidden Love Confession?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, we all know that they try so hard to hide their relationships from the public. However, there must come the day that all of it will be revealed, so we question, why not just say it beforehand when it comes out in the papers instead of going through all the trouble? Paparazzi spots K-POP stars </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">G-Dragon</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (Kwon Jiyong) from BigBang and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara Park </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of 2ne1 having a secret pep talk in the hidden area of Seoul Gardens. It confirmed from overhearing their talk that they are now considered together as a couple. The leader of BigBang says himself, that Sandara Park is now "Officially going out with Kwon Jiyong." YG Entertainments most prized possession and the Blackjack member herself, how will this relationship turn out to be?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"GODAMMIT, Paparazzi!" The star clenched the newspaper in her fingers, digging a hole through it with her long nail. "Why can't they just leave us alone!?" She considered the condemned, and then proceeded to slowly fold the paper and toss it to the ground. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its officially been 22 hours since seeing her best friend walk away till now, where she was still not seen even in their own apartment. Forget about that, she didn't even bother coming home. Bom and Minzy were out today too, so she felt especially lonely. Although it was nice at times, it feels way too different.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Time...time heals everything.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought with a sigh. "She'll be back."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BRIIIIIIING.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Who is that?" She asked herself, making her way back into the apartment leaving the newspaper on the ground. She didn't even bother recycling it. After slamming the door with a shut, she slid her way to the living room on the slippery chestnut wooden floor, Dara stopped herself by placing an arm on the white couch, her other free hand grabbing the cordless black phone and sticking it right up to her left ear.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hello?" She says, panting for breath.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Practice Room. Now.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Click.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Staying frozen as an aftereffect, Dara blinked a few times before slowly placing the phone back down into its holder, the words ringing inside her mind accompanied with a certain smirking blonde. What did that guy want from her now!?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In almost no time at all, she had raced out of her apartment, locking it from behind and ran down to the street. Dara decided to walk her way to the entertainment studio rather than to take a taxi, especially during this time when rumours were starting to fly. She needed to be careful around the public.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few minutes later, she had arrived inside of the building and outside of the studio room where she paused to study the door for awhile. It seems like its become a habit ever since the last few incidents. Finally reaching for the handle, she turned it with one confident swift of a wrist and busted it open. With no surprise, inside of the studio lounged the members of Big Bang and of course the prince of seduction himself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What are you standing there for, noona!" Daesung exclaimed at the girl who now began to make her way to the center of the large room onto the glossy wooden floors. The five of them were seated around in a what seemed like a semi circle, as if waiting for her to take up the space in front of them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Whats this about?" Dara asked, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable even though she felt quite stiff on the inside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a medium loud splat as Seungri dropped the weekly newspaper onto the space in the center. Her eyes wandered over to the headlines- yup. As expected.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What are you going to do with this?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me?" </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara questioned. "I'm pretty sure Jiyong was the one who claimed me to be his girlfriend, So I think I'm the victim here."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, but his guy's already come up with his own conclusion of this." Taeyang explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie as he turned towards their leader who looked as if he could care less about this whole situation.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So unless if you stick with going out with Kwon Jiyong, your gonna have to think of something to make the press think otherwise."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But...Chae-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"A real friend would have believed you" She heard Jiyong murmur across from her. Dara gave him a wandering look in which he replied with a shrug.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Just Saying. I get that your all buddy buddy with her, but why go through all of this if she isn't going to at least trust your words?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">don't act as if you were never involved in this</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara's inner self perked. She studied the situation for awhile, what CAN she do besides face the fact that from now on in the eyes of the world, she was together with this guy? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After making a mental note in her mind to punish herself later for this, Dara spoke up with her clear nonchalant voice.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Okay."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taeyang cleared his throat. "Really?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Are you sure?" Seunghyun seemed like he was on the verge of a rant, but quickly shakes off the evidence. "It might not be such a good idea.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She almost hated to ask. "Why?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Could you guys not try and make me seem like a cougar going in for the kill?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The four boy's, including Dara's, wandered off to the blonde giving him a doubting look. Somehow, it wasn't considered a complete lie. He responded with a thankyouverymuchyouguysaregreat look, and then lifted himself up from his position on the hard floor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She agreed. Thats that. As long as we don't overdo it..the press will find it boring and eventually leave us alone."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"To think those words are coming from your mouth" Dara murmured under her breath. She suddenly reminds herself that to make this work, they'd have to stop bickering. She noticed he had a wavering eye contact with her when he spoke.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Before any other unecessary conversations began, Dara then too got up from her bottom and sighed. There was nothing else to talk about now that things have been somewhat settled, right?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'll be going back.. I have to take care of the apartment." She said, exiting the studio with a soft shut of the heavy transparent door.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- DARA's POV - </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More thoughts roamed my mind as I made my way down the steep stairs between levels. This could be considered as another one of my thinking moments of right and wrong. First, what exactly was the point in this fake relationship? To be honest, it was somewhat meaningless to me. Somewhat. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But it would buy time for Rinnie" I said with an absent mind. Things would work out, somehow. Worrying about this matter would just make things even worse, I didn't need anything else to distract her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stepping foot outside of the YG Entertainment building, I was caught off guard as a large hungry group of both men and women carrying electronic devices scattered around her along with a few loud citizens. They spurted themselves around me with snapping cameras and screams, hoisting microphones up to my face. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Crap" I stumble from my spot, hovering one of my arms above my eyes from their flashing devices.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"SANDARA PARK! IS IT TRUE THAT YOU AND KWON JIYONG ARE TOGETHER?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Wahhh! Its Dara!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do you think being in the same company, this decision would effect your work?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Does Officer Yang approve of this relationship!? When did this start?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uh.." I felt my eyes looks down as I tried my best to snake myself around the persistent reporters. It was impossible, there were too many. And on top of that, there was no way I could make this a clean getaway on her own.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I felt a sudden sharp stab of pain as her side had accidentally been jabbed by a hard, solid item while my feet poured on some speed from the crew that followed me. Cameras immediately started to flash, blinding my eyes as they quickly closed in on me. I wasn't even able to see the clearing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Please move aside" I say calmly, in a more demanding voice than having it turn out being a polite request.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How did you and the leader of Big Bang get together?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How long have you been hiding this from the public? Do you think it was very necessary? Why or why not?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I really don't have ti-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My shoulder suddenly felt force as my body was shoved to the other side with a strong force, causing myself to twist to the side opposite from me. My feet scrambled on the pavement as I lost my balance, wavering my arms in the air to try and catch myself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Instead, my body paused as someones arms steady me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- JIYONG's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I struggled to keep her up, she grabs my forearm probably harder than she meant to, considering her fingers nearly planted themselves into my skin. There was a small thud as Dara's body crashed against mine. Her small chin tilts up from my chest, the dark, large almond eyes flickering as they finally managed to meet mine. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her grip goes slack. "Are you stalking me?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She rocks herself back, giving my forearms a little push for extra effect. Unfortunately for her, I responded by extending my arm to grab her wrist and pull her back towards me. I could tell it surprised her, because she didn't bother to fight back as I pressed the side of her head to the left of my chest. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your too naive</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" I murmur under my breath to her. I gave a little smirk at her reply with a small twitch of her head felt on myself. At this moment, the cameras flickered around like crazy along with video tapes and excess commentaries in the background.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This isn't the sort of behaviour we can let slide." I say with a loud confident voice. Back to question one."Yes, we are together. And I'd like it if you people can cut it down, because it seems you've caused my girlfriend some pain there."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I kept my head up and maintain the same position, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the crowd. I count at least five different reporters, but it was hard to tell from all the flashing and movement. Should I plan a smooth, clean getaway, or a more rough and heroic one?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Either way, this girl..really. She causes too many problems.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Then, does Kwon Jiyong himself confirm the obvious when he says that?" One says somewhere in the crowd.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I believe I've already said it once. Don't make me repeat it." Annoying reporters. They can never get enough. My hand urged to hold Dara tighter against myself, regarding the fact that I started to notice the reporters from the side she was facing were getting closer to her with the cameras. She seemed to be behaving well.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Whats with the cover up attitude?" Another one shouts out. "Could it be that there was a third or fourth party involved in this, maybe a rival or conflict of some sort?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I already answered you. Need I say more?" I spat. Geez. Dealing with these guys were impossible, we could stay here all day if we wanted to.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Looks like rumours weren't lying when it was said that G-Dragon had a spikey attitude!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Three</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" I started counting in my head until the getaway.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Could it be that during the recording of "Hello", he also showed this fierce side of him?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Two.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" I took a deep breath, refraining myself from their comments.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aiiiee..Such a pity for Sandara! Having to go through all of the stress because of that."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just as I was about to count one, I was suddenly pushed back by two outstretched hands. My head tilted down a bit to see the Locust's face. Her hands were still hoisted on my chest, and she had a look on her as if she'd been slapped. I felt a release of skin tension as she let go- pivoting herself around to face the huge crowd. They all maneuvered themselves in front of her, forming a semi circle.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Jiyong isn't anything like that." She says.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Of course someone with the status of his girlfriend would say that!" I heard one say. To my surprise, she wasn't effected by that.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Is that what being together with someone is about? Protecting their partner's status in such a way? If somethings good about that person, say it. If somethings bad about that person, you should also say it." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a bunch of paper ripping and pencil scratching at this. I shoved my hands in my ripped jeanpockets, leaning to one side in a listening way. My eyes were on her back- observing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I thought I said it on the radio." Dara goes on, turning her head around slightly to give me a glance, then returned into her position. "There were things I didn't know about him, and I bet theres still a lot more. But thats why we can slowly figure those kind of things out, right? He was an idiot. He still is, really. I'm not denying the fact that the rumours say, but everyone has their moments like that."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This silenced the crowd. Everyone had their eyes on her, including mine. After the flashing of cameras had died down, Dara slowly turned around to walk towards me. My gaze followed as she came closer and closer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And. 'Hello' really wasn't as bad as you guys imply." She whispered.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She studied me for a moment there. At this point, everyone had stopped moving. My eyes narrowed and I pulled a smirk, quickly sliding my red hat to the back of my head.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"ONE!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> In almost less than a second, I grabbed her by the arm and bolted on my feet, pulling her behind me between the crowds. I smiled as they stumbled to the sides, making a clean opening for us to run through. I could tell they weren't pleased as some fell and the rest grumbled with angry words. I stopped for a mere second to check at the Locust running alongside of me. She was smiling.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, it was all good. For now.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-17-paper-crane.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Seventeen }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-36589984871103915632009-12-29T11:20:00.000-08:002010-03-24T11:24:07.732-07:00Chɑpter 17: Paper Crane<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara scattered her feet across the sidewalk pavement of downtown Seoul, taking short pauses as she ran (or rather, was dragged) behind the blonde. Jiyong noticed this and stopped in his tracks to turn himself around and face her, finally letting go of her hand. They seemed to have gone far enough.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Can't take it, Locust?" He says to her, leaning himself against the glass panel of a shop.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You..Shut up." Dara replies pointing a finger tiredly at the boy. Her serious face turned into a joking smile as she stood awkwardly a metre away from him in the centre of the sidewalk. The two of them stayed in position for awhile with a wandering gaze, not sure of where to look or what to do now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Are we really going with this act?" She asks.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Of course." Jiyong replies with a slight bash of his eyebrows, "I saved you big time, many times. Ever consider paying back the favour?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara's eyes widened. "Woah woah, wait. How was that related to what I was asking? And..what favour?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The blonde gave a little sly smile at this, which worried her deeply. What was he planning now? After all thats happened, what if they got caught again? The press wouldn't let them go that easy, and they'd definitely make more stories to backfire them. Dara felt a bit frustrated as her question was left unanswered.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I have to get back home. Bom and Minzy should be returning soon, and I need to prepare-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"They can take care of themselves. What are you, their house mother?" He says, interrupting her excuse. "Instead..."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara felt herself slowly moving backwards as he took his time, step by step, maneuvering close to her. Her heart suddenly began to beat faster as her back had touched a large black pole at the side of the street. He was only a few inches away from her now, but this time she wasn't scared. Not like before. But the fact that he wanted a favour made her nervous; it depends. It could have been anything. Knowing him..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'd rather not...you know I'm not that.."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Go to the Amusement Park with me."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"..much of a drinker-" Dara paused. She had failed to register what he said. Did she hear correctly? an Amusement park? Was that really what came out of his mouth just now? To think that of all things, he wanted something as simple as that.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Your weird." Was all she could say. He replied by forming a slight smile around the curve of his lips in a somehow happy-relieved way.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I am."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Jiyong isn't anything like that!"</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Of course someone with the status of his girlfriend would say that!"</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Is that what being together with someone is about? Protecting their partner's status in such a way? If something's good about that person, say it. If something's bad about that person, you should also say it."</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The leader of 2ne1 watched her unnie's exasperated expression on the widescreen television in their apartment. She had herself resting on the large white couch in a tired looking way, with bags under her eyes and her pupils glued to the screen. Its been awhile since she had decided to go home- and this was the first thing she saw. The TV was left on the news channel.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Why." She murmured to herself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I can see your torturing yourself the minute you get back."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun walked into the living room in a calm gesture way, standing beside the TV. Chaerin's eyes rolled towards him and stared. She had no motivation to do anything worth getting up.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Don't just break into other peoples apartments." She said with a casual tone.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Then don't leave the door open. Simple as that." Seunghyun glanced at the television from the corner of his eye. It was featuring Dara at the moment..Dara and Jiyong, with her head buried in his chest surrounded by what seemed like dozens of people. The headline exclaimed "YG Entertainment's couple"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Do you really like Jiyong that much? To go through all of this for him?" He asked, keeping his gaze steady. Chaerin responded with a small movement of her head, burying it into a pillow she had slowly pulled to her nearby.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What do you think."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'd like to be reminded why I agreed to this again.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" The coffee haired girl gazed at the huge sighting before her eyes. She was standing right before a large crowded amusement park. Her gaze slowly shifted to her side to strike an awkward look at the blonde standing next to her. He was smiling.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As he quickly turned his head to meet hers, his smile turned more sarcastic. "A guy gets bored too, okay?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">''Uh huh." Dara wrinkled an eyebrow. Of course, they didn't come without any disguises. At crowded upbeat places like this, they played the role of a celebrities best friend. Jiyong had thick black lenseless glasses and his previous hat was replaced by a dark brown one. She herself had pulled her hair up in a messily way, with matching fake glasses. Dara flinched as she took note of the visitors whispering around them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yeah, she could tell people were assuming they were a couple already.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Lets go." Dara felt her face turn pink as grabbed her hand, clasping it inbetween his. She bit her lip as she let him drag her through the tall silver gates.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Inside was a huge spectrum of color. It's been awhile since she's been here, Dara thought. Her pupils moved from one area to another; first catching sight of large groups of friends and couples. In a more farther view, she could see different sorts of rides. Her eyes immediately caught Jiyong's staring at a large ride a few distances away..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ferris Wheel?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" Dara thought to herself, pulling a little smile. She gently released his grip on her hand and broke into a jog towards the large slow-moving ride. Jiyong soon followed her after realization that she had took off.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Breaking into a stop in front of the line, Dara gazed up at the view. It was beautiful. Colorful lights surrounded the glass panels of the seats surrounded by swirls of stars as the exterior design. She tilted her head to her side at Jiyong who had the same expression worn on his face. Somehow, it felt like they were two five year old children awed by a new toy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Would you two like to ride?" An elderly man asked. He was probably the gatekeeper of the Ferris Wheel.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara glanced at Jiyong, who incidentally returned the look. They averted their gazes awkwardly from eachother, causing the man to bring out a little chuckle.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Young Couples...Go in, Go in! Its my pleasure."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With that, the two didn't hesitate to take a step through the metal gates into a seat. Jiyong raised a foot onto the high platform, then stopped to turn around and let out a hand.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Here." He said.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara set her eyes on his outstretched hand. She wasn't sure if she would take it or not..was this apart of the act? Oh well. With a quick, swift movement, she grabbed his hand and let him pull her up and into the first availible seat after squishing around her to get to the inside. They let the old man close and lock the door for them, it wasn't long after that that the ride had begun to move. Dara watched the boy place a hand on his side of the window; gazing out at the distance. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"So even someone like you is interested in childish things like this." She said with a small laugh. He replied with a wrinkle of his nose, regaining his position in the usual cool and lazed off look.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well, thanks for being so judgemental." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Just saying.." Dara rolled her eyes. After a few moments of silence, she turned her head to the window almost forgetting that they were on a Ferris Wheel. To her wide-eyed shock, they were already way off the ground. She felt a slight panic heart-attack knowing that it was going to take awhile to get to the ground. With an instant reflex, she scooched a little over to Jiyong until their thighs were in contact. She lightly pinched the shoulder sleeve of his black jacket, causing him to smirk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Locusts are scared of heights." He said. "You learn something new everyday."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara shot a scowl at him. She had completely forgotten about her fear of heights. Smart move.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Che.." Jiyong glanced again outside of the window while Dara remained frozen in the spot looking forward. "What a pity. Such a nice view too...oh look. We're at the top."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara winced.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah! I can see everything from here!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Followed by a twitch of her leg.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong returned a surprised look at the girl beside him, tilting his head down and observing her disturbed face. His expression slowly turned into an evil smirk. He could have some fun with this..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Such a high gaze. Its going to be quite long until we reach the bottom again."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She clenched her eyelids together and gritted her teeth.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Aiyo! It seems the machine broke down, we're gonna have to stay here for the night."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He was enjoying this a little too much, eh?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Stop!" Dara raised the heel of her foot and jabbed it into his, causing him to jump and screech out in pain. He slowly leaned his upper body down to caress his foot as Dara continued to sit in her spot as if nothing happened.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What the hell was that for!?" Jiyong exclaimed, raising his head to meet her wandering, guilty eyes. As he received no response but a quick glance or two, he let go of his scarred pain and wrapped an arm around Dara's neck, pulling her head down so that she was eye level with him, bringing their faces close together. She let out a little gasp at this, and then forced herself into his eyes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She blinked continuously for awhile at the awkward situation. His dark, almond-shaped eyes stared straight into her with no movement at all. Taking a quick gulp, Dara loosened her tension as he soon let go of her, breaking into a laugh.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Your funny." He chuckles, slouching on the seat. "Really. Just look."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She clasped her hands together on her knees, biting her lip. Never once has she dared to look down somewhere up high because of her great fear. The last time she did, the wors-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"OH MY GOD!" Dara struggled for freedom as she was suddenly pushed against the window, front first. It was especially frightening, because the boundaries were completely transparent so it seemed like they were just sitting there in the open. Jiyong binded her upper arms against her sides so that she couldn't turn around from the view. His body weight forced her head to stay looking to the outside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"N-No! Stop!" Still trying to free herself from him, Dara kept her eyes glued shut, refusing to open them even for a second. Just the feeling of being near the thin glass of window scared her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Shh, calm down."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her mind went blank as she registered two arms fling themselves around her, which only made her heart beat faster than it already was. But somehow, she felt more secure this way. Aware of the fact that now there was a chin resting on her shoulder, her breathing became more even and steady.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Your so easy to please. I wonder whats going to happen to you in the future."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What!?" At this point, Daras eyes flickered themselves open, soon turning wide as she found herself looking straight out the glass window. He was right, they were up very high. You could catch almost every single sighting up here; houses, streetlights from afar, you name it. With a sudden gesture, her body felt shaky looking down.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Its nice." Jiyong stated in a comforting, whispering voice responding to her obvious fright. "Especially at night."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She took note of his words, automatically averting her pupils from the ground upwards to the skies. The sun was still up, but she could tell it was near sunset. Good Enough, she wouldn't dare to ride it alone at night anyway. Watching her mysterious thinking look, Jiyong slowly lets go of his grip on her and pulls himself back to his seat. Dara immediately turned herself around at this, regaining her awareness.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She watched as he reached into his leftpocket, finally shoveling out what seems like a piece of paper with scribbled writing on it. Curious as to what he intended to do with it, Dara decided to stay quiet and observe. Without any word, he began to smooth out its wrinkles before he started to fold it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He kept his head down, his fingers at work. Their eyes suddenly met together as he averted them up towards her. "Don't look."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Whats so secretive?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" The coffee haired girl thought to herself, cupping her hands together in her lap and glancing in another direction. After a few seconds, she was tapped on the cheek by something a little sharp. Jumping in surprise, she averted her gaze back to the blonde, who was now holding something in his hand in her view.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A Paper Crane.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah!" Dara grabbed the delicate piece of paper in the shape of a bird, holding it up in the air and speculating it from different angles. Her eyes gleamed and turned wide in awe- it was very detailed for something made out of thin material, believe it or not, she hadn't seen anything like it before.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"How do you do that?" She asked curiously, like a child being entertained by a magician.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Pft." Jiyong spat into a small chuckle. "Who's the child now?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara wrinkled her nose. "No, really! How?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pulling himself into a smirky look, Jiyong slowly leaned forward so that they met eachother by a little distance in between.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"It's a secret."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- CHAERIN's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A Puppet.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thats how I felt at the moment. A hard, wooden marionette that needed to be controlled in order to move. I continued to sit, or rather, lie motionless on my couch staring at thin air. I've already done what a brokenhearted girl usually does when her love is lost; yes, I've run out of tears.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara, why did this happen?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong, why are you so cold?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I asked myself this many times. My best friend, together with the one I love. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The one I loved for so long.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> She took him away, I could never forgive that. On top of that..she knew I had something for him ever since. She was the one who said I talked about him a little too much, that maybe one day he will like me. She said she'd help me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara unnie...I hate you. Why do you always have to turn things around on me, at the last moment?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Did you just zone out on me?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My bloodshot eyes averted to Seunghyun, Jiyong's friend, who sat himself at the single seat diagonal from me. Even though it was clear that he was speaking to me, his eyes were glued onto a sports channel on the TV. He had switched the channel after seeing me watch the painful news.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You like Dara." I said through gritted teeth that I didn't bother to move to let my words out.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Surprisingly, I caught a good reaction. He seemed to freeze as I said this, and his eyes became more wandering. Finally, he turned himself to look at me in the eye.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What makes you think that?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Don't try to hide it." I attempt to sit myself up, which in the progress was very slow. My legs crossed eachother as I leaned on the back of the sofa. "Your trying to fool me? Its written all over your face like an open book everytime she's brought up."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Really? Because I'm not so sure about that myself." He said, resting his head in his palm that was propped up by his elbow on the arm of the seat. "Thanks for polluting my thoughts."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wince. "Dara unnie...why does everyone choose her? Whats so good about her?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Funny that your the one asking that. Aren't you her best friend?" He questions.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I let this question roam in my mind for awhile. He's right, isn't she my best friend? Why am I asking such a stupid question like that?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shes pretty.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shes smart.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shes funny.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This isn't helping the cause, I thought to myself. That was all it took for her to steal the hearts of men..but she had no charisma on stage, I'd have to say that. Me, CL of 2ne1 and also her best friend, had to admit that Sandara may be the most energetic and hyped up for events, but may not be the best performing in them. On the other hand, I had it all. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So why am I the one tossed away in the end?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- JIYONG's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Your still trying to figure that out?" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I stare at the Locust seated across from me at the small, round table of the makeshift restaurant near the amusement park. My eyes watched her hands play around with the crane I had made awhile ago in the Ferris Wheel. She was really into it, wasn't she?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You have to tell me how you made this..its amusing." She says in a child-like voice, still speculating the crane from different points of view. Her long transparent painted nails folded a piece of the paper apart, observed, then proceeded to put it back in place. That was her tactic of learning how to make her own, I'm guessing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Look at it later. Your food is getting cold." I said through gritted teeth. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Its pretty." I watched as a smile formed on her mouth, her gaze still on the paper crane. Really, it was just too easy to make her happy. I don't know if I should be worried about her future like this, you could bribe her with a lollipop if you wanted to.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Finally, she placed the crane on the side of the table so that it faced us and began to actually touch her unfinished noodles. Only the soup was left, but it was a waste. It may not look like it, but I hate wasting things. I couldn't help it though, since she was too interested in a mere piece of folded paper.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I like coming here." She says, twirling the excess MSG from the bottom of her noodle soup bowl, "It gives you a little break from whats been happening in reality."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Was that a reference to something specific? I knew she was going to bring it up at some point, so might as well mention it as a conversation starter now.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hows you and Chaerin?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maybe it was a mistake to ask, because in less than a second her face had gone from super happy to dead like a corpse. Not that I actually cared.. but she should really let go of her. Nothing was really that great about that girl anyway, she's all talk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I don't know." I hear her say through a thinking expression, "I don't know if I want to settle things with her or not."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Smart. Should of thought about that earlier.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After sitting in a few moments of silence, Dara slides her hand on either side of her food bowl and pushed it to the side in a denial sort of way. I processed that this was probably her way of changing the topic.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'm full. You can go call for the check now."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Oh. I forgot to mention." I pull a smirk from my lips, persisting what I had planned in mind. "I didn't plan us to have this meal for a price."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A waiter suddenly approached us from her side, holding a check in his hands and a pencil. He placed it in the center of the table and cupped his hands together patiently.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"When I say go, run." Jiyong murmurs quietly, but just loud enough for her to hear. Dara raises an eyebrow in question as she had no idea what he was talking about.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What? What are you-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"GO!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In one quick movement, the blonde had bolted up and dashed from his seat to the opposite direction. Good thing it was an outdoor eating place to prevent from being captured easily. Dara, who still sat at her spot unsure of what to do, soon got up and copied his move. She sprung from her chair onto the black fencing and jumped over it, breaking into a run ignoring the angry calls from the waiter.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She followed right behind Jiyong's back, running as fast as she could so she wouldn't slow themselves down. They both found that they were being chased by three Waiters from the noodle shop now. Why was she doing this anyway? Wouldn't it be fair and right to just pay the bill? Man, he's such a rebel.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"HEY! YOU TWO! PAY UP!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Their feet had taken them far from the resturaunt now, but were still being chased. They were running side by side from eachother now, zigzagging through tourists and couples that walked by. Running out of breath, they had reached a two way path around a large shopping mall.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Split!" Jiyong shouted out, running to the left side while Dara, hesitantly, dashed to the right. As the waiters reached the paths, they stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before running a different path.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"T-Tired..." Dara panted as she soon broke into a jog through her direction of the elope. Her feet staggered as she closed her eyes in a pit stop, holding her stomach to support herself. Shifting herself around, her eyes glanced back to the direction where Jiyong had run off. That guy was too troublesome for her to handle. If she knew this was going to happen, she would have wore-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her eyes widened in alarm. "The crane! I left the crane back at the table!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Reluctantly, she found herself bolting her way back to the restauraunt.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Coming to a stop, Jiyong stopped at a small back hangout place at the rear end of the shopping mall. He plotted himself down to the hard, cold ground, laying his feet out and supporting his upper body up with his arms. Visible cold air ran out of his mouth as he took deep breaths of the cold night.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Whens she going to get here." He said to himself. If she had taken the path opposite of him, it should have led her here considering they'd be going around in a circle. He sat there for awhile, letting his heaving panting fade. A sudden serious feeling sank into his heart as he slowly looked around at his surroundings in the silent night.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Locust?" He called out, receiving no reply. With a racing heart, his feet shot himself up as his body maneuvered in all different kinds of directions. His gaze became wandering as he found himself pacing around the place.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara? Sandara Park?" He continued to shout, but there was nothing but the sound of the light wind blowing against his bangs. His eyes became wide at the situation, his body becoming more fierce as he ran around the area, swiveling himself around to catch sight of the girl.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This wasn't apart of the run away plan.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Come on out, Dara!" Jiyong pleaded out to the open, feeling a dreadful feeling of regret and worry collect into himself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- DARA's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yes! I got the crane back.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had to be very sneaky though, as the people working or eating there could have recognized me. I walked my way down the path I had been running, fumbling my hands at the crane, smoothing out the wrinkles it had gotten. My head jerked up into my path of view, suddenly wondering where I was going. Now, where was Jiyong?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My feet came to a stop as I saw a blonde run around, looking panicky with a tensed up expression. Yup, it was him. What was he doing, running around like that?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I smirked at this, could it be that he's worried about me? What a soft-hearted guy. I decided to play a prank on him, so I tiptoed my way behind a large white pillar that covered myself from being seen.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I gave a little laugh to myself. I was only a few metres away from him, and yet he was still running around looking for me like that. It was somewhat amusing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"He stopped" I whispered to myself, seeing that he had paused halfway a run. His back was facing me, his shoulders moving up and down in a tired motion. Biting my lip, I slowly slid my way towards him, creeping up behind his back.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where the hell is she!?" </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong chastised himself on the inside, letting a dirty plan of his loose. Why did he do that? If they had just payed the bill, they would have stayed in their seats and this wouldn't have happened. Dara would be right by his side right now, probably quarreling about something useless, he wouldn't be standing here looking like an idiot running around looking fo-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Still panting at the fact that he couldn't find the locust, his body jolted around as he felt a sharp tap on his cheek. He looked at the person standing before him, who stared back with large chocolate brown eyes looking playful as she waved a crane around with her fingers. The two of them gazed into eachother for a few seconds, but Jiyong's face made no change.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara's playful expression suddenly turned stiff, fading away into a serious worrying look as she watched him. Her fingers slowly stopped wavering around with the crane, too, as she searched into his eyes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They were filled with fear. Fear and insecurity. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Are...are you okay?" She whispered to him, but was surprised as he let out a loud exhale of relief and crashed his forehead to her shoulder. His two arms slowly pulling her into a hug, loosening his weight onto her. Caught off by this side of him, she let her fingers loose, releasing the crane and letting it drop onto the ground next to them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Don't ever scare me like that again." He whispered lightly, slowly burying his face into her neck. He sounded so..afraid and weak, It took awhile for Dara to process into her mind.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't know you'd be that worried."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-18-jealous.html">{ Chapter Eighteen }</a></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-26007034783418460822009-12-29T11:19:00.000-08:002010-03-24T11:25:03.749-07:00Chɑpter 18: Provocation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The way back had been a short one, shorter than it took to get there. at least </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> how it felt between the two supposedly-going-out couple. It was 9:30 at night, and they had just returned to the busy </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">city side</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> of Seoul. Even though it was at night, the place still seemed very busy and upbeat.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Although It couldn't be said the same for the two slow-paced walkers down the sidewalk. After whats happened back there, things started to get just a tad bit awkward between them. Through the whole walk here, they hadn't spoken one word to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">eachother</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. She found it quite strange, that Dara. It was just a sudden outburst of feeling that she's never seen before.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But somehow, she liked it. She finally knew what he was thinking instead of him bottling it up all inside.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Are you going home?" She finally spoke, breaking the silence with a soft calm stone of voice. He seemed shock by this question as his eyes popped white a little.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I think </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> should be getting home. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> will kill me if I take you out for too long."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That didn't really answer my question.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara spat at herself, but decided to let it go. He never really gives her straightforward answers anyway, she was already used to it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her feet came to a pit stop as </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> suddenly paused in front of her. With a curious look on her face, she stepped beside him and followed his eyes to see what he was staring at.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a small magazine stand right on their left side, and the weekly feature had her picture on it in her "Kiss" outfit. With a wide eyed grin, Dara immediately ran over to the stand and grabbed the issue, speculating its front cover. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What are they talking about?" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> leaned over her shoulder and squinted in the dim light of the magazine stand to read the headlines. To both of their surprise, it struck them dumbfounded.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Park Sweeps off G-Dragon's </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Heartbreaker</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> with a Kiss!</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Completely in awe by this and unaware of what it means, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> acted immediately by sweeping the article out of her hands and bringing it over to the other side, flipping through the pages. Dara responded with a scowl as she attempted to grab it from him, but in the end only managed to read from his side.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2NE1</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> member </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Park's</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> solo debut song 'Kiss' has went up #1 on the 2</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nd</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> week on </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mnet</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Weekly Chart for its first week. The song 'Kiss' went up to the #1 spot 4 days after its first reveal, and also the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">MV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to the song which features Boys Over Flowers actor </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lee Min Ho</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> has also gained the song much interests. It is rumoured as this </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">MV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> shooting has possibly brought the two artists closer. Both companies are considering to let them collaborate more in the future. Although her duo with </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">G-Dragon</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> for 'Hello' was also a huge success not long ago, unfortunately, he has taken a nasty fall.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">G-Dragon</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> has fallen 2 positions down to #3 with his solo debut song, '</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Heartbreaker</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">' and along with 'Hello'. Despite the fact that </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> are both entertainers of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YG</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, how will their </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">kpop</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> careers become a hinder to their relationship? We will take a closer look at this when </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandara</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Park</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> will be interviewed on </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">MBC</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Section TV along with </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lee </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After reading the last sentence of the paragraph, they were both at a loss for words. She had no intention in bumping him off the charts, never once had she even considered something like this would happen in the first place. With a sudden nervous breakdown, she couldn't refrain from biting her lip or even breathe and or move her head to look and see how he had reacted to this. He was definitely mad, you could feel the aura.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking a brave risk, she slowly maneuvered her view to the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blonde</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> beside her. She felt her heart sink a little as he was looking back at her with a dreaded reaction. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What-!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara immediately pulled </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">herself</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> back as he raised a fist, but not in a threatening way. She closed her eyes and held her hands on the top of her head for dear life.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm sorry! I didn't know this would happen. I thought this would just come out as a mere commercial song, you know? It didn't really intend to-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"-they're letting you guys collaborate more in the future!?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's head whipped up, eyes moving to focus on the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blonde</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> that still had his pupils glued to the article in his hands. This was a rather unexpected reaction from him, considering it was </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kwon</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> we were talking about here. She took a small step forward, looking into his eyes with confusion. She decided to test him. Just for the fun of it, and to satisfy her own curiosity.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I beat you."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mhmm</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm the winner."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uh-huh."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Look at yourself, you've dropped two places."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What about it?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She was now satisfied of the fact that he seemed to have no interest in his own standing. She furrowed her brows and tilted her head to the side, not quite understanding his trepidation. As she stayed like that for a few seconds, her eyes immediately lit up as a note had just been dug up from her mind.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah!" She called out, receiving a nonchalant look from him. "That reminds me. Tomorrow's the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">photoshoot</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and interview. I have to get prepared"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What!?" </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> bellowed again, harshly closing the magazine and setting it back on the weekly feature stand, receiving a frown from the stand owner that he simply ignored. He turned again to face her with a determined look on his face. "When?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Er....at three. I think." Dara said with a thinking voice. "Pretty sure </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> gonna come over to the entertainment and we'll get a ride there together."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good. I'll be there."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Kay." She gave a little smile, but it soon turned into a frown in realization. "Wait, what?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> wrinkled his nose. "You really think I'd miss out on such a thing? I'm definitely coming." Somehow, this bothered him more than he thought it would. And as to the reason why....he didn't know himself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Er.." Dara was unsure of what to say, but a sudden thought hit her. Her mouth slowly turned into a sly smirk as she shuffled her way towards the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blonde</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, nudging his side. He gave her a questioning look and pulled his arm away. She responded back with a short, maniacal laugh.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Looks like someones </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">jealoussss</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..." She said in a singsong voice. "It can't be that you've fallen for me for real now?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JIYONG's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">POV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Somehow, I didn't know how to reply to her. The N word just couldn't escape out of my mouth. I don't know why. So instead of giving her an answer, i just looked her in the eye. This moment..it felt like the moment of truth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By the way, it'd be helpful if someone told me the truth. Or at least a hint, because I am completely stumped at the moment. I continued to gaze at her, and I could tell it was making her feel awkward from her expression so I quickly looked away. I could feel my heart clenched in an uncomfortable way right now, which made me feel so oblivious to my own feelings.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It can't be that maybe I really have fallen for this dumb Locust? There was no way. She's not my type. Out of all the girls I've fooled around with...</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">theres</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> no way I'd end up with someone like her. It seemed like that was the last thing that could ever happen to me on this earth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But then again, it wasn't entirely impossible. Something about that piece of news though..it just pissed me off.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't come." She said in a nonchalant voice. At this moment, I would have yelled at her and quarreled with her. Instead of doing that, A completely different side of me responded with a calm, fiery voice.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why? Is it weird to have a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">boyfriend</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> go and support his girlfriends success?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Noo..." Dara rolled her tongue, completely stumped as she couldn't figure out anything else to say as a comeback. I noticed her feet shifting nervously on the ground. She slowly regained confidence and tried her best to look threatening. It was entertaining.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But, Just don't come. Okay? Or else!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho gulped.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He looked around at his surroundings at the recording studio he was in. He was seated quite stiffly on the run-down burgundy couch, and was put in a rather heavy atmosphere. His eyes flew to Dara's, who was also looking pretty stiff an awkward at the space right next to him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She gave him a slow, apologetic look. "I'm sorry..."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No, its okay." He gave a humourless chuckle, receiving one back from Sandara at the same time. The two heads slowly turned their way forward, following by their eyes as if they were being cautious of the beast laying before them. Jiyong lounged in the single seat across from them, slouched with his legs spread apart and his arm propping his head up in a lazy way. His other hand tapped its finger slowly, watching the two with a deadly look. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So you came after all..." Dara gritted her teeth and murmured under her breath to herself. Yes, he was the cause of this awkward atmosphere. Both aware of the dark, flaming aura coming from him, it was hard to talk freely.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uhm...so." Minho started in a whisper-like voice, "excited for the program?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah...you?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yeah."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The two paused and let the awkwardness of the situation sink in, turning their heads away in a different direction. Dara clasped her hands together and rubbed them nervously. Her head, aware of Jiyong's eyes glued onto them, bolted towards his direction in a scowl.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Could you stop watching us every second?" She hissed urgently.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh. Im sorry," Jiyong mocked in a sarcastic voice, "Do I need to leave you and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">romeo</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> along together for awhile?" He paused a little before the romeo bit to give off extra effect.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Romeo?" Minho echoed the word in surprise, turning to look at Dara. She responded by giving a nervous laugh as she awkwardly scratched the back of her head. "Aren't you guys together?" He asked casually.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Er..." Dara dragged. "Actually-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Glad you heard." Jiyong interrupted, receiving a silent you-shut-up from Dara. Ignoring her signal, he sat up from his position and rested his elbows on his knees, cupping his hands together. "By the way, I hope your photos come out good during this photoshoot. Wouldn't want to screw things up to make things look bad."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho, who clearly found this offensive, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists together in his lap. The two of them narrow-eyed eachother for awhile, releasing an electrifying tension between them. Dara gulped as her eyes traveled from Jiyong to Minho, she had to stop this somehow.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uhm..I think the van should be here soon. We should go outside-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I heard 'Heartbreaker''s dropped a few places." Minho started, emphasizing his voice, causing Jiyong to flinch at his tone. "Gotta remember to work hard, right? Genius Composer?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh, thats right." He went on, "You guys did 'Hello' together, heard it was a real success. Where did that go? Haven't heard it in awhile."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong shot up from his seat. "Why, you-!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"THE VAN IS HERE!" Dara bolted up, raising her voice above the two. She took a step forward and walked between the two, passing by to head for the door. Jiyong and Minho gave eachother one last final glare as they both turned their way to follow her out.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright..get in, get in. We're running a little late."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The three of them lingered outside of the large white van until the driver had finally unlocked the doors, sliding them open in a swift movement and motioning them in. Minho gave a manly gesture and kept the door open, supporting Dara's hand as she climbed herself in. Seeing this, Jiyong wrinkled his nose in disbelief. Suck up. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just as he himself was about to get in, he was suddenly stopped by the drivers hand on his shoulder.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Jiyong. Why are you coming?" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What, did they say that Kwon Jiyong wasn't allowed to attend the photoshoot?" He spat. The man's hand slowly disappeared off his shoulder as the blonde held the door for himself and climbed his way in. Stopping as he stepped a foot into the van, Jiyong looked at the availible seats. His eyebows furrowed as he noticed Minho sitting beside Dara in a three-person area. Unfortunately, she was sitting on the inside by the window with Minho in the middle. He gave a little curse as the raven black haired boy sent him a little smile, as if representing victory.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With a determined look, the blonde climbed his way to the back, placing a hand between where Dara and Minho's shoulder touched. With one grunt he pushed him aside and plopped himself down in the middle between them. After getting all settled in, he buckled up his seatbelt and blew his bangs aside, shifting his head over to Dara.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do a good job, okay?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Creepy. The level minded Jiyong would never say something like that.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah..of course."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This may be the last time we'll work together, Dara. Lets make it memorable." Minho shot back, leaning his head forward to meet her eyes with a nod. Jiyong, irritated by this, smiled and leaned his head on his palm that rested his elbow on his knee, intentionally covering his face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara took this chance of not letting Minho see, to give the blonde a fiery glare through her large almond eyes. Jiyong, who forced himself to obey, gulped and pushed himself back on the seat.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The rest of the car ride was no doubt, tense. There was no talking, no whispering, nothing but the feint sound murmurs of the radio from the front. Dara rolled her eyes to the corner and glanced at the two boys- they were both staring straight ahead with serious looks. She was afraid to breathe, in case one of them started talking again.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In no time, they had reached the photoshoot site. It was a large indoor place labeled MBC Section TV- and it was where they were to to be getting to work first and then interviewed. The van came to a stop after making a turn into the large reserved parking spot.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The three of them quickly exited, Minho shutting the door with a slam behind them. They weren't wearing any disguises- it was alright since it was just a scheduled photoshoot. Nothing out of the ordinary for celebrities.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As they reached the large transparent entrance of the building, the driver opened up the door for them, letting Dara enter first followed by Jiyong and then Minho. Within the first foot stepped in, they were immediately surrounded by various YG family members that came to support the shooting.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara unnie!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The coffee haired girl smiled at the sound of the Maknae's voice. She watched as the small petite member of 2ne1 danced her way over to her unnie and gave her a hug.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How've you been doing?" the elder asked with a voice of comfort and worry. She wanted to ask about Chaerin and where she was..but decided not to bring such a taboo subject up.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm good! Me and Bommie's been really bored lately without-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"STTUUUPIIID DDAAARAA!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong flinched and closed his eyes at the loud outburst of a familiar voice faraway. No doubt, it was Park Bom. She had ran her way over to the group, giving Dara a loud slap on the side of her head in an unnie way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aiyo!" Dara exclaimed, rubbing the pain. "What was that for!?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You never told us you and him were going out!" She pointed towards the lazy looking blonde standing behind her, who soon became conscious again at the sound of being referred to as 'him'.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Bommie, it was probably a long story, considering Rinnie's been sulking like hell at home lately." Minzy slipped out, receiving many different looks from the people around her. "Oops" she covered her mouth. Dara's smile faded at this news.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So she's still like that..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought to herself. She didn't know whether to be worried or not...but of course she was though, it was her best friend.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your going to be late." Jiyong interrupted her thoughts, he placed two hands on her shoulder and started to steer her to the left down a hallway. "Better get going."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well then. We'll see you later, we've been here since the morning waiting for you guys to come and we're hungry." Bom smiled. She was known to have a good appetite..maybe a little too good. Dara responded with a smile and a quick nod, then proceeded to walk her way with Jiyong and Minho by either of her sides.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Upon entering two large doors down the hallway, Dara reached for the handle and turned its knob, using all her might to pull the heaviness until she managed to get one of them open. Loud music began blasting its way through their ears, and to her amusement, it was no other than her solo debut song.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah! Everyone! Sandara park and Minho are here now, gather up!" She heard someone call out from somewhere in the midst of the bright, busy room. Cameras were set up everywhere along with a huge clear stage with a screen for their photoshoot.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As Minho took the first step in, a cameraman immediately appeared by his side, wavering a black camera lens by his face. Dara soon followed him from behind.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyone came to a pause as Jiyong suddenly appeared from behind the doors. Cameras began clicking in no time as he walked in, his white hip hop shoes clinking its way to the coffee haired girl on the hard shiny floors.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Everyone! Why is Kwon Jiyong here?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aigooo, the obvious! He's here to support his girlfriend of course!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ignoring all the unnecessary commentaries, Dara and minHo made their way to their dressing rooms. Jiyong stopped and sat at a red beanie nearby the set, dragging it to a place where he could get a good view of the shoot. A sudden question occurred to him during the process. Why was here anyway? It was sort of late to realize that now, but what was worth all this trouble coming here and watching this?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Support. Its for support. Gotta have a good image as a boyfriend.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tapping his finger on the side of the beanie impatiently, there was a large click of a door as everyone turned over to the left. Wondering what it was all about, Jiyong paused and glanced over to what everyone's attention was being stolen to.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ahhh! Sandara, you look wonderful!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Minho, complimentaries to your style!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The blonde loosened his hard expression at the sight of the coffee haired girl. She looked different. She looked...beautiful. Her hair had been split down the middle with waves, bringing out the shape of her face. Mini curls of hair were visible on either side of her face as the rest fell down in large waves. Her makeup had been done in a professional way; thick eyeliner as always, with a light shade of pink on her lips. She wore a large gold chain around her neck and abstract clothing with ripped jeans.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He couldn't care less about how that fag looked beside her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aiiiiiiii..." A lady, who stood near Jiyong cooed. "You two look like a real couple!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Upon hearing this, Jiyong slowly turned his head over to the lady in a menacing way. The man standing next to her nodded his head over to the blonde, sending her awareness of him. She glanced below and caught sight of his bothered face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah!" She stuttered, bowing her head many times in apology. "I'm sorry!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Che..." Jiyong shot her one last glare, then returned to his position. It bugged him somehow that everyone was all whiney and childish over the two. Didn't these people have any conscience to realized that he was sitting right here, exposed to it all?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright...lets get started!" The photographer clapped his hands, and all of a sudden everyone was in position. The two stars made their way over to the set where they got into the first position. Two helpers from the back handed them Cass Beer mugs with imitation liquid on the inside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hold them naturally, and get close." he ordered. Although acting as if he wasn't interested at all, Jiyong watched from the corner of his eye as the two of them suddenly crashed their bodies against eachother as told. Dara's back was pushed against his chest; he tiled his head down and smiled at her in a nonchalant way. The camera flashed for what seemed like a million times before they switched positions.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Alright! How about putting an arm around eachother and dunking mugs?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hearing the sound of this, Jiyong's attention immediately flicked over to the two. He watched as he placed an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Dara soon did the same thing. The blonde clenched one of his hands, still trying to hide the fact that he's actually bothered by this.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As he was contemplating on the fact that his "girlfriend" seemed like she was being snatched away, his eyes suddenly met Minho's. The raven haired boy flashed him a sly smile and pulled her even closer so that they were smacked against eachother.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay. Hes a real fag. No words could describe it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ehh, Jiyong? You seem bored. Aren't you going to show your girlfriend some support?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The blonde tiredly looked over to his side at one of Dara's assistants. Even though he was almost showered with that question for the whole day, he never really considered doing so. Wasn't this for her debut, 'Kiss', that topped off his Heartbreaker? As an entertainer from YG, shouldn't he be supporting her either way?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He ignored the lady's statement and continued to watch the two switch poses every once in awhile on the set. How could he support her whole heartedly when someone like him with an annoying face is always by her side?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good job, everyone! Credit to the hard work!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally, the photoshoot was done. To Dara, even though it was fun and all, it was very tiring. Also, she felt like Minho and Jiyong's faces at eachother during the pictures was completely unnecessary. How childish. She felt relieved that now they could finally go home and-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh. Right. There was an interview, too. Although she was excited for it, she felt like she's already lost a lot of energy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seeing this exhausted side to her, Jiyong grabbed the already open plastic water bottle from beside his beanie and tossed it to Dara, who caught it as she walked by him. He had went out and bought it in the middle of the shooting when he got really bored of staring at Minho's face. Dara's was an exception though, she sure makes interesting expressions.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As she stared at the bottle in her hands, her face came to a smile as she looked over at his surroundings. Beside his beanie laid two boxes of cookies, an empty bowl of kimchi noodles, and a can of milk tea. He really must have been keeping himself busy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Thanks." Dara smiled, waving the bottle with her hand. "..are you coming to watch the interview?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No, actually I-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just as he was about to reply, he was soon interrupted by Minho as he came up from behind her and grabbed her by the arm. "Dara! It's time to go."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I feel slightly pissed off.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Jiyong thought. At this, he immediately shot up from his seat and shoved his hands in his jeanpockets, walking towards the two. "Yea, lets go. Don't want to be late now, do we?" With a swift motion, he grabbed Dara's other hand and proceeded to pull her away from Minho's grip, leading her into the interviewing place.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As they entered the large, decorated room, they were immediately greeted by the camera crew and a medium sized audience of special guests. There was no time left to get ready; the second they stepped through the door, they were on live.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hello!" Dara greeted the host, she did a little flip of her head and burst out into laughter as she saw what the lady was wearing. It was familiar, of course. She was wearing what seemed like a parody clothing of 2ne1's 'Fire' along with Dara's palm tree hairstyle.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah! It seems that Sandara's quite shocked with my new style" The host said. "Just call me SANTINA PARK, the new member of 2ne1! Come come..have a seat. Ah, you two look like such a great match! So Envious~~" She suddenly froze at the sight of Jiyong, who stood awkwardly as he seemed quite out of place.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aiiyoooo, seems you've brought your boyfriend here! Do join us!" She motioned him towards a third seat between her and Dara. As they settled themselves down, Dara's eyes rolled from Minho to Jiyong, making sure there wasn't any sort of fierce eye contact between them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ahh..did you miss MBC Section TV Program?" Santina asked Minho, raising the mike over to him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He responded with a small smile pulling around his lips. "I missed it so much. Why did you only come now?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The audience broke into a chuckle as he laughed the last part off. This made Jiyong grit his teeth, again, SUCK UP.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aiii, Minho, you still look as handsome as ever! What are you filming for?" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"We were taking the photoshoot for Cass Beer CF in the paper media." He replied again, keeping his voice even. His pupil eyes Jiyong from the side, his tone suddenly changing near the end as they spotted eachother unpleasantly. Luckily, this heavy tension wasn't recognized by the audience.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ohh I see." Santina shoved her thick black glasses up a little. "In the previous CF, it became a topic that you filmed a thrilling kiss-scene with Jessica Gomez. This time, you filmed with this girl with hip fashion, 2ne1's Sandara Park. Not to mention this in front of Jiyong here, But you guys really are well-matched for this commercial!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At this point, she was now aware of the twitch on the side of the blonde's mouth. Covering up her realization with a cough, she turned towards Dara with a sweet smile. "What was your first impression of eachother?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"He looked like a rich guy." Dara replied.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You got that wrong." The three of them broke into laughter at Minho's response, but Jiyong remained stiff.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well, what was your impression of Sandara, then?" Santina held the mike to the raven haired boy, awaiting for a response. He stared at her deeply for a second, in which Jiyong did not forget to take note of. After awhile, he started to speak.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I thought she would be active and cute, but she is rather calm."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ahh I see." She took the mike back to herself, adjusting her glasses again. "Many audiences may be surprised if they hear Sandara is the eldest here among the th- Four of us. Does it seem strange to you that you call her noona?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minho gave a little laugh. "Thats why I didn't call her noona, but just Dara."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The three of them broke into laughter again. Jiyong crossed his arms with a bored look on his face; how long did they plan to ignore him for?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What was your impression of the whole CF with Minho, Dara?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I was thrilled and nervous, but it was very exciting." Dara said with a calm, lady-like voice. She seemed more elegant and calm on tv and broadcast than her real self.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara, you visited the Philppines a few months ago, I heard. How was it there? Did you get run over by any of the Minho fangirls?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara smiled. "Its obvious that the people over there love him. I can see why...No, I haven't, and I think I would have been scared to." She turned her head over to Minho "I can teach you a phrase in Tagalog, It would make all the fans there happy. Mahal Ko Kayo, it means I love you all."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Mahal Ko Kayo." Minho said, staring into her eyes for some reason. This definitely ticked Ji off, considering he sat straight up on his chair now, carefully watching the two.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"So, Minho, what is your favourite group out there?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"2NE1."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"AIYO! He answered almost automatically!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I think that all of YG Entertainment's artists are great." He went on, giving Jiyong another look in the eye. "I especially think BigBang has a lot of talent in their hands."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah! Come to think of it.." Santina shuffled her body towards Jiyong, who had kept quiet the whole time. "How do you feel about your girlfriend and Minho making a kiss scene from their first meeting with eachother?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Right. Kiss scene. I forgot all about that.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Jiyong continued to grind his teeth together in an uncomfortable motion. This conversation seemed to aim at his taboo parts. "Fine with me. Its work."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah..really? You don't feel bothered at all even though they locked lips literally over 100 times for the CF?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Th-WHAT?" Jiyong's eyes became wide in alarm at this new piece of news. He was never told of this. He took a moment to look over at the two- who were staring at him with shocked faces at his sudden reaction. Minho sent him a sly smile while Dara creased her eyebrows.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"EIIII? You didn't know!? They had to kiss over 100 times even though they only used two kiss scenes in the MV." Santina reported to him, "Speaking of the kiss, why don't we see an example of one Live from the two hottest stars of the year, right here on MBC TV?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This Host. Evil. Much.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong gulped down the large lump formed inside of his throat. This bothered him more than he thought it would. Was it even possible for two people to make out 100 times just for a commercial? It just didn't many any sense to him at all. He found his hands clenching the sides of the chair he was sitting on, his veins popping out on them. Why did he feel so..angered?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They weren't actually going out. Calm down, Ji. Take this coolly. Locusts could make out with whoever they want.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He opened his mouth to protest, but was soon silenced by the sound of Minho's intended cough. He settled for a glare instead, one that would have burnt holes through the raven's forehead if it could.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Fun. Lets do it." To all of their surprise, Minho grabbed the arm of the coffee haired girl and used force to lift her up from her seat, causing her to stumble. He grabbed her other arm and maneuvered her in place, then stared deeply into her eyes. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was just a joke. Why was he being so provocative?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's heart beated a little faster than before. This supposed to be just a fun little kiss, but his eyes seemed more determined than stated. She looked very confused and definitely unprepared. With one, fast movement, Minho's head tilted to the side and his lips darted to hers.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a huge blood rush then.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong's body reacted quick to this. In almost a flash, he took a step towards the two and grabbed the far side of Dara's waist, Pulling her towards him and ripping her from Minho's grip. As she let out a little yelp and stumbled on her feet, he grabbed the small of her back with his other hand and pulled her in.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At that moment, She felt as if the world was crashing around her. He had his arms wrapped around her, her hands being forced to rest nowhere but on his chest. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His head tiled to the side.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In a flash, His lips crashed tightly on hers.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She felt herself falling silent, her eyes becoming wide in shock. His back hunched over in order to maintain position, she felt a coldness run through her spine as one of his hands made its way behind her head, running through her hair and cradling the back of her head making sure it was tight in place.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her body remained stiff for awhile, her eyes watching his closed ones. As she soon began to struggle, he only held her tighter until she couldn't move anymore.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally giving up, she slowly closed her eyes and let this moment sink in.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-19-naivete.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Nineteen }</span></a></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-53111638666956632972009-12-29T11:18:00.000-08:002010-03-25T19:54:57.282-07:00Chɑpter 19: Naïveté<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- JIYONG's POV -</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I didn't know what came over me, I cursed myself for not thinking before acting. After realizing what I had just done, my body immediately let loose of the girl in my arms. My heart wasn't please as my eyes slowly opened to see her reaction.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She had gone teary-eyed, and she indeed wasn't smiling. The people around us were just as shocked as we were, considering no one made a sound at all. Not even a flash of a camera was present. A sudden nervous laugh escaped her throat, reminding all of us of the uncomfortable situation we were in. But that was all there was to it as she took off on her feet towards the exit, bumping into my shoulder through the process.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This wasn't how things were supposed to go, was it? I'm a player, aren't I? Even I knew that, it should have been a breeze for me to give a girl a mere kiss. But even so..why did that kiss feel so different, so insecure, so dangerous, so forceful? Why was she so different from the others?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She was the one girl I did not want to simply play around with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I could tell I was in an awkward position at the moment. Without even searching around, I kept my head on the ground. I knew everyone was staring at me, waiting for some kind of comeback to all of this. I heard a click clacking sound of shoes as Minho suddenly appeared from the corner of my eye.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I wasn't actually going to kiss her." He spoke, catching the eye of many observers. He suddenly came closer, leaning into my ear to say something only I would be able to hear.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I never mentioned that I fancied her in that way. Are you that insecure about your feelings?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My eyes twitched at this. It was true. I was so absorbed into my fake love life that I can't even tell the difference between Love and Illusion anymore. Even though I've dated many girls in the past...I was naive when it came to real love. It couldn't be, right? Before I knew it, my feet took me off the interview set and straight to the exit door.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I needed to make sure.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She ran.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She ran down the stairs, out of the building, and onto the streets. Cars honked and or paused as she dashed through the road, but it was a good thing she made it to the other side safely. No one seemed to pay attention as she fast walked her way down an unfamiliar path, inhaling and exhaling like mad. She had her hand stuck to her chest to even herself out. It was just too sudden, it wasn't expected at all.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She thought this fake going out thing would be taken smooth and simple. Apparently not.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jiyong wasn't the only one that had the strange feeling about the Kiss. She felt it too. Something about it was definitely different. The situation..she considered it as work. To protect more rumours before they began to fly.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Without knowing what to do or where to go at the moment, she followed the instincts and decided to go wherever her feet took her. After wandering around for what seemed like forever, she wounded up at her own home.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Chaerin.." Her best friends name slipped out of her mouth as she suddenly stopped and looked upwards. Incidentally, she was standing right in front of her apartment building. She didn't know how she managed to get here so fast, or if the site was just really close to it, but either way she didn't care.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She had to see Chaerin.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her feet suddenly gained speed as they ran its way towards the door of the building. Upon approaching it, she twisted the handle in a flash and dashed inside, not bothering to take the elevator but instead run up the stairs with a staggering balance. Without even thinking, she somehow knew her best friend was watching the television.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As she climbed the last flight of stairs, Dara paused to catch her breath before carrying on. She flung her arms back and jogged the rest of the way to her apartment door. After approaching it with a loud stud, she found the door opened with a little crack. With a slow, hesitant motion, she placed a hand on the door ready to push it open.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She paused at the sound of Seunghyun's voice.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You shouldn't be behaving like this, you know?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chaerin took awhile to reply. "Do you really think telling that to a completely loveless girl would work now?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Raising her ear to the door crack, Dara continued to listen. She wondered why Seunghyun hadn't replied to her, but then he soon began again with a nonchalant voice.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Jiyong and Dara aren't really going out."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The coffee haired girl's eyes became alarm at this. How could he have said it out!? No one but the people who were at the practice room were supposed to know, just for safety issues. At this moment, Dara's feet automatically took her inside of the apartment. As she stumbled inside of the living room, her gaze traveled from the coolly lounged Seunghyun to her best friend, Chaerin, laying motionless on the couch.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She looked horrible.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They both stared at her as if she was a museum object. Dara gulped as CL's eyes slowly rolled to meets hers, and it wasn't pleasant. She watched as she slowly grunted, pushing herself to sit up on the couch. Her long, light coloured hair was a huge mess tied with pigtails. She had no makeup on- but her face was pale and dead. It was frightening to see her like this.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And it was all because of her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara..." Chaerin's eyes went from the TV, which had just ended with the MBC channel, to her speechless-looking former best friend. Feeling a burning anger from inside of her, she stood up and slowly made her way towards her in silence. Seunghyun's eyes watched with curiosity as she approached Dara with a ghost like face, staring at her for a few moments.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara opened her mouth to speak in a soft, concerned tone. "Rinnie..you-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With one fast twist of an expression, Chaerin furrowed her eyebrows in a menacing way and raised a hand, swooping it down in one fast motion spanking it across the side of Dara's face with a loud smack. Seunghyun widened his eyes a the sight of Dara's body jolting to the side and falling over. Good thing she managed to catch her balance with a nearby side table.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Exhaling deeply after her strike, Chaerin lowered her arm and narrowed her eyes. Dara helped herself up and turned around, a grimace on her face. "Will you stop this, Rinnie!?" She shouted. "Snap back to reality! Why are you torturing yourself like this just for one guy!?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"A person like you would never understand!" Chaerin retorted, overpowering Dara's voice causing her to jump. "You've never experienced real love before! It hurts!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was a few moments of silence, nothing but the silent cries coming from Chaerin. She sniffed as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Dara pursed her lips together to refrain the waterworks from bursting through her eyes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"It hurts me to see my best friend being broken because of love." She whispered in a quiet, frightened tone. "Is that close enough?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don't just call me your best friend as if nothing ever happened.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hearing this, it took awhile for Dara to process through her mind. Her body was completely frozen now, at these cold, hard words. Was she cutting off all ties with her?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It all sounded so ridiculous.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Are you basically saying that because of stupid Love's karma, your going to throw away your best friend in return for</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">nothing?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Still in shock of her EX-best friends words, Dara teetered herself to face the voice coming from behind her. Chaerin's eyes followed Dara's in motion, both pausing to catch sight of Jiyong who stood by the door with a determined expression. It was obvious he ran all the way here after Dara.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The heroine, seeing the blonde, immediately averted her gaze as she suddenly remembered what happened just awhile ago. She gulped down the lump in her throat and turned the other direction as Jiyong began to walk with deep trotting steps towards the two. Seunghyun continued to lounge on the single sofa, observing the scene with a neutral look.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Does this mean I've been rejected twice within the same week." Chaerin whispered, narrowing her eyes in hurt. She said this in more of a statement way than a question to bring on some tension to the others. Her pupils suddenly seemed as if they grew darker when they flicked over to Jiyong.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Just what about this freakin girl attracts you?" She paused to emphasize her voice on fifth word, causing Dara to flinch in pain. Her words were like weapons at the moment, coming out from an immunable shotgun.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Thats not a very nice thing to say." Jiyong stated in a rather non-humorous, sarcastic tone. "Obviously whatever she has, you will never be able to compare to."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME!?" A heavy frown tugged on Chaerin's face as she stroke a blow at the nearby lamp stand. It tumbled its way down onto the floor with a loud thunk, rolling its way towards Seunghyun's feet. She could tell it shocked the three of them because they refused to move a single centimetre after that.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It wasn't long until she began her rage again. "AM I REALLY THAT WORTH PISSING OFF AS FOR YOU TWO TO </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">PRETEND</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> TO GO OUT!?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At this point, Jiyong felt himself growing uncomfortable. His jaws twitched as he gritted his teeth together, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hand in anger.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'M NOT STUPID AS YOU THINK." She roars on with an angry red face filled with tears, her voice bellowing out to the roof. She wavered her arms around in indication to her words. "EVEN WITHOUT KNOWING THAT, ITS SO OBVIOUS THAT YOU PROBABLY STARTED TO FANCY DA-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Your right, maybe I did fall in love with her!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara had watched in silence as the words departed from his mouth. She let her heart skip a beat a moment before blinking her shockness away. She couldn't believe it. She didn't know if she was just too oblivious to notice, or if he just hid it well.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Guess things didn't really change after all, he was still really hard to understand. It was </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">frustrating. </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Everything seemed so irrevocable at the moment. Without realizing it, her mouth had dropped wide open at this piece of news. Her large eyes wandered over to Ji, who did not look one bit regretful from saying what he said said.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Is that true?" Dara whispered in what sounded like a scared, cautious tone, oblivious to the fact that this would just add fuel to her inner fire. Jiyong didn't respond, but just simply averted his gaze from her. He turned his attention back to Chaerin, who had a mortified look on her face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Regarding that, could you please stop all of this </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bullshit?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" He hissed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The pale faced leader clenched her jaw and thought about this for a moment. She then loosened herself and wore a half smile, tilting her head to the side in a mocking way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"One condition."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Name it." Jiyong retorted, taking small steps towards her. He stared at her for a few moments, searching into her eyes for a hint of what she was about to ask. As he finally approached her within a metre, she opened her mouth to speak.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Kiss me."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seunghyun sat up from his seat at this sudden request, his gaze concentrating on his friend, curious as to how he'll reply. Dara gulped in worry, Chaerin wasn't at a level state of mind at the moment. She didn't know what she really wanted, what would be the best for-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Okay."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her train of thought was cut off as the blonde took two more robotic steps closer to her best friend. He had a serious look on his face, as if he was dedicated to doing this. Dara felt her heart sink a little at his agreement. Her panicky almond eyes wandered over to Chaerin, who already had her eyes closed in preparation.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- JIYONG's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had no idea what I just agreed to. Actually, half of the time I don't even know what actions I decided to take. My mind went into a blur as soon as I slowly tilted my head, looking down at Chaerin's pale half-opened lips. Why was I doing this? Oh yeah, I forgot.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love the Locust.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Because of that, its why I'm here. Its why I'm here, in their apartment. Its why I'm here, protecting her from her whore of a best friend. Its why I'm here..about to </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kiss</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> with her whore of a best friend. As you can see, I've come to dislike this girl a whole lot more the past few weeks.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Without hesitance, I slowly felt her lips pressed dully against mine. My mind suddenly became alarmed as she reacted a little to well to this; her arms immediately wrapped themselves around my neck as her lips came to linger with interest on mine. I wanted to push her away; but I realized I would have violated the condition if I did so.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had to hold on a little longer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As I opened one of my eyes to peek at my surroundings, I noticed the locust was no longer standing there. I creased my eyebrows at this; who the hell does she think I'm doing this for, making out with the last person I'd want to even come in contact with on this earth?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh, well. I'll hunt her down later. I was suddenly aware of Seunghyun who was still observing us, I completely forgot about him. He's been rather quiet and reserved lately...what was he doing here in the first place?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My attention immediately averted back to Chaerin's eyes. She had pulled back a bit; creating a small space between our lips so that words were able to come out of her mouth.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Don't see her anymore." She whispered the cold words onto my skin, quiet enough so only I could hear. By 'Her', I processed that she was obviously talking about Dara.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Or else?" I murmured as a reply, received a child-like smile from her. Was she mocking me?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Or else I'll spill to the press that your relationship is nothing but upsetting phooey."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- DARA's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't know where my feet took me, I just followed wherever my body felt like taking me. Why was I running? What was there to run away from? I came up with the conclusion that I was just running away from reality.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was just too much to handle in my mind. So many things have been happening recently all at once; ever since he's been encountered in my life. I don't know if its a good thing or a bad thing, but right now, neither mattered. Either way, I couldn't maintain all this in my heart. I found myself stopping at a familiar place. A familiar, green, calm setting.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"The Garden" I said to myself. My eyes wandered around, looking at my surroundings. It was then I had realized that it was already getting dark. Time went by fast. It felt like just a few minutes ago I was being driven to the photoshoot, where things began to occur..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Stopping my own train of thought, I forced myself to sit somewhere. I spotted a nearby bench and decided it would make do for now. I needed time to clear things out of my mind and process new information.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And what to do next.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Placing a hand on the cold, hard wooden seat, I helped myself down on my bottom. I kicked my feed idly to start running the film of events thats happened so far. But there was so much, I didn't know where to start. When did my life become so twisted like this? I clutched the wooden bench from the bottom, taking a deep breath. As the cold night air escaped through my mouth, my hand suddenly reached up to touch the thin layer of my bottom lip. A sudden flashback of Jiyong's Naivete ran through my mind.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why was my heart beating so fast right now? I could feel it pounding hard against my chest. As I tried to ignore it, it only grew louder and louder to me. I feel..very regretful to something.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why is it that I have no answers, only more and more questions?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I have no where to go now." I whispered to myself, flinching at the haunted fact. "I don't want to go back to Chaerin." Just being under the same roof as her ex-best friend...it was frightening.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Its hard, huh?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I flinched. "Yeah..."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Unaware of the sudden voice, my eyes widened in alarm as I let my head bolt to the side to face a sharp eyed boy with an unreadable expression. It was Seunghyun.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You!" I exclaim. "You really do appear everywhere!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Is it odd?" He asks, his expression now downcast as he turned his head to look at me. "Just came to check up on a little troubled someone."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A wave of deja vu suddenly ran through my's mind. I remember the last time where he caught me off guard in the middle of my thoughts, encouraging me to go for what was right. I guess being discovered by him wasn't such a odd or bad thing, he always seemed to have something good to say that made me feel better. He was like an older brother to me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What are you smiling about?" He asks with a curious look on his face. I respond with a wider smile, shaking my head.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Just remembered the last time where you cheered me up."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah..." He dragged. "Think I could do it again?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Surprise me." I said in a teasing way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A moment of silence passed, then he reached inside of his pocket in search of something. I watched with curiosity and patience as he soon pulled out a coin. He held it with two of his fingers and waved it around my face. I watched his excited child-like expression as he placed both hands behind his back, then held them in fists in front of me. In almost an instant, my naive side suddenly took over as I came to forget what I was sulking about.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Which one is it in?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I thought for a moment. What kind of a gag was this?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Uhm." Biting my lip, I tapped his left knuckle. As he released it and showed me his palm, there was nothing present. Reluctantly, I tapped his right one. He released it once again to show absolutely nothing. Was this supposed to make me feel good?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He noticed my pout and gave a little laugh, which only turned my face into a frown. Suddenly, he reached behind my head and pulled something back, catching me off guard again. My eyes followed a new fist of his that opened up to be the penny.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ta-Da!" He chanted with a bright grin. I couldn't help but smile at this, so he had a childish side to him too. It didn't fail to make me laugh.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Congratulations" I say, making him smile even more. In a flash, I forgot all about my problems. He was good. As we continued to chuckle for a few more moments, it soon faded with a small exhale. It came to me as I suddenly realized his eyes were on something on the floor.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Whatcha staring at?" I ask.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He pulls a half smile. "A Crane."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Creasing my eyebrows, I follow his gaze onto the ground below us. Right by my feet was a small, beat up paper crane. As I squinted my eyes in the dark, it came to my realization that it was familiar. Too familiar. Automatically, my hands reached down to pick it up and slowly cup it into my hands. He watched me with a neutral expression as I felt the side of my jeans with one of my hands, and to my realization, it was empty.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"It's mine." I whispered, eyes still on the hand made object. I had speculated it and found a tear on its left wing, must have dropped and had an accident when I was settling myself down.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"It's well made." He compliments. I bite my lip as my eyes darkened a bit.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I didn't make it. Jiyong did."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was a moment of meaningful silence as the two of us stared at it idly, not aware of it when his expression suddenly went from naturally smiley to a dark solemn look. He released his curious lean and swallowed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Ah. He made you one?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Yeah, its pretty, right?" I say, releasing my gaze on the crane and looking up at him. "I want to know how to make it. But it seems like he claims it to be 'Magic' and won't teach me." He stared at me for awhile, searching my eyes. It made me feel a little awkward, but I maintained my gaze. What was he thinking, I silently wondered.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before I knew it, he reached his hand over to mine and took the crane from my hands. My eyes followed it as he began to fold it apart.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What are you doing!" I exclaim, grimacing my face. He paused for awhile in a meaningful way and shifted his head to look at me,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'll teach you."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- JIYONG's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After settling things with the troublesome girl, I was on my way home. It took a lot longer than I thought, because it was already pretty dark by the time I had reached my complex area. Speaking of going home..Where is that Locust? Does she even have anywhere to go to?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh jeez. I really am worried about her. When did I fall for her so hard like this? What happened to the days where I found her as annoying as hell, wanting to get away from her and never have anything to do with her?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, that was all buried in the past.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My feet walked in a slow motion as my body staggered from side to side in thought. The roads were empty, nothing but a few cards driving past me here and there. I kept my eyes steady on the ground, paying no attention to the people that waved at me through their windows. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With such thoughts in mind, I increased my speed as I finally came to my own apartment. My eyes quickly scanned through the numbers on the sidedoor, punching in the code to the building. After hearing a beep I quickly made my way inside and up the solid, steep stairs. I kept my eyebrows creased, still thinking of the current situations.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As I turned around the corner to the last door at the end of the hall, my head lifted itself up to see someone lingering by the doorwayhoistered. After pausing for a few steps, I eyed the coffee haired girl that was standing before me up and down in wonder.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What was the Locust doing here?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Her back was faced at me, and she was standing on her tippy toes looking inside of my apartment. Creeper, much? After staring at her for a few moments as she herself up and down, my feet slowly crept its way behind her back.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You planning to break in or something?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I watched her back as she slowly stopped her hovering, suddenly turning herself around in a surprised look. I flashed a half smile as her cheeks flushed bright red. I could just guess why she was here. I tilted my head in an impatient way as if waiting for an explanation, enjoying this as her expression became stuttered and speechless. My conscience was immediately regained as she finally looked as if she had something to say.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I want to stay here. Just for today." She says in a sheepish, quiet voice. I clenched my jaws, flinching at this. As I was about to oppose to her request, I heard a sudden voice come from down the hallway.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"OIIIII JIYONG OPPA? IS THAT YOU?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Not now, Daesung...!</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" I made a little scowl, facepalming at the sound of the interruption. As fast as an eagle's eye, I grabbed the Locust's arm and twisted the doorknob, kicked the door open to find unlocked. My feet paced faster, dragging her behind me into the kitchen. I ignored the feeling of her stumbling behind me and pulled her a little to indicate her slowness. With a sudden motion, I stopped myself in one pivot and grabbed her shoulders to stare into her eyes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You, look." I stared, immediately grabbing her attention as she stared back blinking a few times in alert. "Just this once. But the others are not, I repeat, NOT able to find-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Jiyong? Your home already?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Crap</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" With another blood rush, I gritted my teeth at Seungri's voice entering the kitchen from the living room. Once again I began to pull her quickly away into my bedroom, shoving her inside before closing the door to face the Maknae who had just appeared in time to see me standing outside of my door.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You should go to sleep soon, hyung." He came in with a tired look on his face, his usual dark rings visible under his child like eyes. He had green pyjamas on, holding a thick mug of what seemed like warm tea.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Yeah, I will." I promised, waving him off.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But with the Locust here, it may not be possible.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-2o-unanswered-equations.html">{ Chapter Twenty }</a></span></div></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-47048109389161727132009-12-29T11:17:00.000-08:002010-03-27T11:19:13.254-07:00Chɑpter 2o: Unanswered Equations<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Staring at the somewhat large, well kept cream-colored room, she would expect nothing other than ordinary mundane objects or belongings surrounding the area. Well, she was wrong. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This is.." Dara took a brave step, deeper into the blonde's room. She continued to walk in a slow pace as if entering a magic realm of some sort. Her head jolted in all different kinds of places; the only time she's seen Kwon Jiyong's room was in a KPOP Magazine. And believe it or not, they weren't kidding when he was described as a neat freak.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Interesting." She finished, dangling a little Bobblehead doll of a Thriller Michael Jackson. He indeed had the most randomest things in here, she thought. Looking around, there were clothes neatly stacked in a pile on a chair by his bed ready to be put away, topped off with a clean smooth bedspread.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not to mention the funny looking sheet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What is this?" She giggled to herself, immediately walking over to the large double bed on the other side of the room. She leaned over and took a look at the top, seeing two heads both male and female on the pillow covers. Their bodies were covered with a white bedsheet, as if they were sleeping together. What a pervert!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Suddenly jumping in surprise as there was a loud slam of the door, Jiyong had rushed inside his room with a nonchalant look on his face. He paused at the doorway, shoving his hands inside his pockets looking observant. She watched as his eyes rolled from her curious lean-position to his bed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I see you've discovered Tom and Laura." He stated.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Tom and Laura?" I repeat after him, looking over towards the funny faces of the characters. I broke into another giggle at his childness. He gave them names?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Most people would think I'm a pervert if they see that." He explained, walking deeper into his room and pulling out a chair from his desk. He shifted it around and sat on it backwards, propping his two elbows on the head. "Shows how lonely I am."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I can see that..." Dara made herself at home as she sat on his bed, receiving reaction from its soft bounciness. It was very comfortable. Her eyes wandered idly around to other places in the room. She really was like a Locust, exploring bits and pieces of other peoples property determined to find something interesting.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"By the way, your not staying here."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her head bolted towards the blonde, still sitting and looking as carefree as ever. What happened to the upbeat, caring and energetic side of him? Really. Hard to understand, as always..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why not?" Dara asked in a whiney voice, "I have nowhere else to go. Didn't you just say I was allowed to stay, too?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wasn't she pissed at me, just like a few hours ago?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Jiyong thought to himself, thinking almost the same thing as her. Ignoring her point, he thought of the kiss, the fight, where she could have been...then finally decided it was impossible for her to stay here making it out alive. Whatever that meant.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't you know freeloading from others is a bad thing?" He said. "You should at least warn them before-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He paused, suddenly paying attention to the unknown object present in her hand. She was fiddling with it idly as she waited for him to finish his sentence.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"That crane." His finger pointed towards the item in her hand, causing her to follow his indication with her eyes. "It's not the one I made for you." He finished. Seems like he wasn't used to keeping thoughts to himself all the time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oh..." Dara stuttered. She felt a wave of guilt, wondering how to explain it to him. The sudden unfamiliar aquaintance tension between them disappeared, replacing it with the problematic feelings from before. Finally, she decided to stick to the real facts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Seunghyun made it for me.." She trailed off. Jiyong felt a sudden shock of his heart sinking in surprise...and a mix of jealousy along with curiosity as to when this has ever happened.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"He originally intended to teach me now," He watched her thinking expression as she went on, "But I told him it'd be meaningless unless I figure out myself."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Caught off guard, he wondered why she was so determined to be able to make the crane. It suddenly occurred to him that Locusts must have a fancy for paper cranes. Strange. She didn't have a chance to complete her explanation as he stood up and made his way towards her, scooping his hand down to grab the newly made crane from the palm of her hand. She reacted with a little gasp, reaching up to gain it back into her possession.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Give it back!" Dara hissed, missing her aim.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So its not just my crane she goes crazy for" </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong thought with disappointment. Playing around for awhile to test her desires, he held the crane a little higher for him to observe it in different angles. He felt a stab of realization as all Seunghyun did was fold the tear on the inside so it was new again. It was also smoothed out more.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'll make you a new one. You don't need this." He said, tossing it in a nearby trash can. Dara's mouth fell open, her body loosening to process what he had just done.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I still want it though!" She roared, her eyes suddenly turning very serious. "It was the first crane I ever got from you!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats what he wanted to hear. The two of them stayed silent for a moment as the words melted into Jiyong's heart. Without anything else to say, he kicked the can aside from his path and left the room silently.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> After seeing him disappear from her sight, Dara slowly climbed her way on the bed to the can and fished out the Crane, placing it back in her pocket. She fell on her back into the softness of his bed, her head spreading around herself as she stared at the ceiling. All of her thoughts; all of whats happened so far, they didn't seem to matter as much now. Something seemed to have calmed her down..she just needed to take chances in her life.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As the blonde returned from his sudden leave, he clutched a brand new piece of origami paper in his hand, staring at it with a smile as he made his way back to the locust.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He paused on the side of the bed, his expression neutral as he realized she had worn a sleeping face. She must have dozed off after waiting for him to return. He placed the piece of paper aside, then crouched down on the side of the platform and layed his head on his palm that was propped up with the help of his elbow. Watching her breathing pace up and down, he felt somehow..relieved.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You.." Jiyong's expression suddenly turned dark. "You know better than to fall for me, right?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- FLASHBACK - </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't see her anymore." She whispered the cold words onto my skin, quiet enough so only I could hear. By 'Her', I processed that she was obviously talking about Dara.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Or else?" I murmured as a reply, received a child-like smile from her. Was she mocking me?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Or else I'll spill to the press that your relationship is nothing but upsetting phooey..you know what everyone would think of Dara unnie if that happened, right? It wouldn't be a very pretty sight for Mr. Kwon Jiyong or Big Bang either.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I continued to stare at her, narrowing my eyes in thought.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Its fine if your not with me." She goes on, "But just don't bother with Dara anymore."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- END OF FLASHBACK -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After thinking of what Chaerin previously said, he immediately began to built up doubts. He wasn't a good person. He wasn't trustworthy to be with. He had no right to love. Although he's been straightforward and ongoing all this time..he was weak when it came to true love. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong stayed in position for awhile, watching her clean, angelic sleeping face. She looked...cute, unharmed, and peaceful. And he planned to keep it that way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking a deep breath, he shifted himself around to lean against the hard beside. He reached over to the nearby desk and grabbed a pen before he got to work. Reluctantly, he scribbled something onto the piece of small origami paper.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And began to fold.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uhnnn..."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stretched her arms around under the covers, yawning with her mouth wide open. It's been awhile since she last slept well, and this time it was definitely satisfying. After laying there for a few moments, she darted her eyes open at the heavy sound of the pitter pattering rain. Her pupils focused on the unfamiliar ceiling. Where did those glow in the dark stars go? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After awhile of self thinking, Dara was finally able to recall where she was or what had happened the other day. Suddenly sitting herself up from the large bed, she ran her fingers roughly through her messy unkempt hair as she glanced around her surroundings.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cream colored walls, spotless room....not to mention Tom and Laura. Ah. She was still at Jiyong's room...probably fell asleep while waiting for him to return from god knows where. Continuing to wander her eyes around, they suddenly stopped at the small bed desk beside her. On it, there was a pink sticky note.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And a Crane.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To her curiosity, she leaned over and grabbed the note in one hand and the crane with the other. Flipping the pink side up, she read it out loud.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Morning, Locust. Breakfast (or lunch, depends when you get your butt out of my bed) in the fridge. BigBang is out for a team activity, don't bother being cautious around the house. No snooping please. Leave as soon as you finish eating. Ji."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"How rude. What </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">team activity?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara finished, grimacing and then throwing the note aside. Her eyes fell ontop of the new, fresh Crane in her hands. She twisted it around from left to right, letting a smile creep on her lips. It was strange how she could still act normal after being so well treated by the person who she originally hated most..it was even more strange that at the moment, it felt as if everything would be okay. Things would work out. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was amazing that nothing could seem to hinder her right now.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her legs flipped the covers off of her lower body and she climbed out of the bed, making her way to the kitchen. She decided to make the bed for him later.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Flicking the handle of the door open, she walked in a staggering motion with her bare feet making cracking noises on the hard chestnut wooden floor. Yawning once again, she arrived in the kitchen attempting to widen her eyes more as they were still in a tired restless mode. In the middle of approaching the fridge handle, she suddenly caught sight of the sink.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"AIGO!" Dara exclaimed, her eyes finally wide open now. The sink was a huge mess; dirty dishes were spread everywhere on the counter and in the sink itself. Although there was no funky smell coming from them, she could tell it's been awhile since they bothered to wash them. I guess its what you would expect with a house full of boys.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She gave a sigh, then walked over to the washing station, rolling her long sleeves up with a shake of her head.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Theres no helping it, then."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Upon slapping on some rubber gloves and squeezing a bunch of cleaning products on the dirtiness, she immediately broke into a thought. She was only allowed to stay here for a day, what would she do tonight?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the night after that.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the night after that night.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm running away from reality." Dara whispered to herself in a scarce voice. What the hell was she doing here, helping BigBang wash their dishes acting like a housemother? She had a best friend back at home, almost going crazy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Because of her. Because of her lousy actions, Chaerin has become like this. Could she do </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">anything</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> right? What happened to those days where they'd sing together, do eachother's hair, support eachother.....it all went down the drain. Kwon Jiyong, I tell you...when was she so controlled like this? Her emotions really seemed to waver a lot the past few days..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was hard not to blame herself for everything. She didn't know if she was making the right choice right now. Although, after all of that, it still didn't occur to her that nothing would be accomplished just by thinking of it. It suddenly came to her, that something was holding her back from doing what she should have done all along.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What is he to me..?" She asked herself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Whats with this sudden outing?" Seungri wondered, bouncing a basketball up and down while standing in the middle of the court between the Hyungs. Picking the ball up from the last bounce, he aimed for net and made a free shot. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What, us hyung's can't hangout together anymore?" Jiyong replied, crossing his arms as stood leaning on the pole under the basketball hoop. He watched the ball bounce off the ring and land near his feet. As he bent down to pick it up, he flung his wrist to send it over to Taeyang who caught it with the palm of his hand.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No." He spoke for Seungri, beginning to dribble with the ball. "Just thought you'd be busy with Dara.. you know?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At this, the other members glanced at eachother, breaking into a chuckle. Obviously they hadn't been updated with this subject. Jiyong's eyes rolled towards Seunghyun, who stood idly near the other side of Daesung. Hopefully, he had no intention in turning that the other way around. He ignored the fact that at one point it was obvious the Locust and him met, the crane giving off solid evidence.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Judging from the MBC Broadcast the other day.." Daesung grinned, "It seems that you've fallen quite hard for her. For real."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The four members stared at their leader, waiting for some kind of repulsive reply. Instead, murmured a weak deinal as he clenched his jaws and sighed, lowering his head. Everyone fell silent; they knew he was having trouble with this matter. At this, Taeyang dropped the ball and walked over to his best friend with a worried look. Seunghyun watched with narrow eyes as he approached him, slapping a hand on his shoulder causing the blonde to shake a little.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Sometimes, words may not reflect your heart." He said in a hyung voice, "It's possible for you not to realize whats in your heart."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think I've made it far enough to understand </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that.</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong thought to himself. He couldn't tell them what </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">really</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was on his mind at the moment. Dara..and his vow to Chaerin. There was no need to let them know of such a thing, and on top of that, no need for them to be worried over it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..its also possible for you to realize, but not know what to do."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong froze, rolling his pupils over to Seunghyun. Something about him lately..seemed different. He's noticed it before, too. He seemed more fierce; more reserved for some reason. The two of them exchanged a knowing sort of glare look, he knew exactly what he was talking about.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The tensed atmosphere was suddenly broken by the sound of a ringtone. Jiyong jumped and shoved a hand inside his right pocket, fishing out his cellphone. He flipped it open with his wrist and took a look at the caller ID. Seunghyun watched his expression turn hard, he then gave the others a leave-him-alone-with-the-call look. In a flash, the four members began to gather in the centre to shoot some hoops.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking one last security glance at his friends, Jiyong pressed the Answer button and raised the phone to his ear without a greeting.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ji? Where are you right now?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The blonde closed his eyes and silently cursed at the voice of Chaerin. It pissed him off. It was reeking with taunt and horribly evil melody.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"None of your business." </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">have you-</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No, I haven't." He retorted in a cold gritted teeth murmur. "Can you stop calling me every moment and asking that?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats not a nice thing to say.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Her mocking voice stated, "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You know whats going to happen if you disobey, right? I'm sure your not prepared for it..although there would be nothing that is able to overcome it once its been done.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Keeping his cool, the blonde slowly began to pace farther from the basketball court and the others. As he reached a far field, his voice was spoken louder since he was now away from the rest of them. Cursing at her on the inside, he listened as she ranted on and on.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Oi! Dara noona!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While he was wandering off, an unexpected visit from the coffee haired girl arrived. The four of them waved at the girl from far away, she jogged from across the nearby road over to the boys on the court. Daesung greeted her with a small noogie on the head, which was strange considering it should have been the other way around.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hello everyone" She nodded at each and every one of them, panting for breath. After leaving the apartment, she had to quickly run over to the entertainment to change into some clothes from her change room instead of going back home. She had appeared back in a casual outfit with her hair flowing in a free style. She had no time to sit back and put time into making look all fancy like usual.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What brings you here?" Seunghyun asked, approaching the girl from the front. His original motive was to block her view of Jiyong, who was far at the field with the call. It seemed to have worked, because she didn't glance in any suspicious direction.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Just walking around the block...and saw you guys here." She replied, trying to make herself sound smooth and unsuspected. In reality, she actually came here to talk to Jiyong. And thank him. You could say it was just an instinct that he drove them all away from the apartment to someplace like this..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The boys stared at her with smirks on their faces, and it occurred to her that they probably saw the MBC broadcast. There was nothing else to be taunting her with right now..unless if its the obvious. But theres no way they'd find out about that.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"If you looking for hyung, hes-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"a little busy right now." Seunghyun interrupted, emphasizing his voice over Seungri's. They all looked at him in a funny way, but it wasn't completely untrue.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But I see him right over there." Dara pointed to a blonde pacing around the black field in a patient manner. She caught sight of his busying on the phone, and then nodded slowly in understanding.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well anyway, noona," Daesung started, "It seems like our hyung has developed some feelings for you, eh?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her elatedness immediately faded at this. Seeing her expression, Taeyang gave him a little jab in the stomach, causing him to jumped back a little. She had forgotten all about that one confession..why didn't she realize it either, she suddenly thought to herself. It would have been so much easier that way; so much easier to prevent all of this from happening. Little did she know it was just recent that he had confirmed it himself. Ignoring his commentaries, Dara took another glance at the blonde.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm gonna go talk to him" She decided, surprising everyone as she began to jog her way towards him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Err I don't think-" Seunghyun started, but was too late as she already went her way onto the field.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wonder if he's still busy with whoever's on the call</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought to herself, slowing down her pace as she was closer to him on the field. His back was facing her, and his head was moving up and down indicating his speech. She decided to go with a surprising approach.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After seeing him hangup, he turned around and froze at the sight of her. She stared at him, her expression suddenly turning dull at the hard look he had on his face. The two of them absorbed the awkward tension for awhile, gazing at eachother. It suddenly occurred to Dara the reason why she was here again.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uhm.." She started with a stutter, averting her gaze to the ground. "I ate."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No reply.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She decided to start again, this time looking straight into his eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay over there. I think I'm going to go find-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her heart suddenly came to a froze as he sped his way past her, bumping his shoulder against hers in a stranger way. He didn't look back once, not even turn his head to her but just simply walked past. Dara stood still for awhile in the knocked position, her eyebrows creasing in shock. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What was that</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Straightening her thoughts up, her eyes suddenly gained a fiery look as she fast walked her way towards him, grabbing the sleeve of his arm in a fierce way. She gained another mini heart attack as he turned around and ripped away from her grip. His expression was frightening..it was filled with anger..frustration..and grief. Dara slowly placed her arm back beside her, staring at him in a shocked sort of way. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I've told you this before, but your really </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">annoying</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" He hissed at her through gritted teeth. "Stop following me everywhere."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He left a meaningful glance, slowly backing away from the still Locust. He could tell it left a deep scar in her. With a last, hurtful look, he shifted himself around and broke into a run back to the court. Dara stood on shaking legs..this impacted her more than she thought it would. Although those words have been shot at her many times, somehow, it left more of a strong effect now than ever.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What did I do?" She whispered to herself. A slight cold wind rushed through her hair, covering it as she flinched her eyes in wonder and confusion. Just a day ago, they were fine. "Did I anger him or something?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara watched him approach the others at the court who greeted seemed to greet him with smiles. The only person who looked laid back from all of this was Seunghyun. Somehow, that wasn't a very big surprise.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"NOONA! AREN'T YOU GOING TO COME OVER HERE!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her thoughts were interrupted at the outburst of Daesung's voice. She bashed her eyelashes in a waking-up sort of way and wore a smile, cupping her hands around her mouth as she took a deep breath.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"NO, THANKS! I THINK I'LL BE HEADING BACK.." Dara shouted back, trailing her tone off. Taeyang responded with a peace sign and placed an arm around Jiyong, who did not look back again. She watched as the five of them began to shoot free hoops.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gulping down the lump in her throat, she reached into her pocket and took out something in a gentle, fragile motion. Lowering her head at the newly made paper crane resting in her hands, she immediately regarded it with a confused and hopeless look.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Really, she could never find the answers to anything.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-21-loves-defiance-my-fragility.html">{ Chapter Twenty One }</a></span></span></div></span></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-28127922569275943122009-12-29T11:16:00.000-08:002010-03-30T00:01:12.626-07:00Chɑpter 21: Love's Defiance, My Fragility<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- DARA's POV-</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He's still ignoring me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After I cleaned his house, washed the dishes, went through all the trouble to go find him at the basketball court..he's still ignoring me. I'm at a net cafe right now, sitting at a table in the corner isolated from the other customers. I tried to cure my headache as I took a sip of of my ordered lemon tea. Unfortunately, It's already lost the flavour.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You know what. Why am I thinking of him so much? Does it really matter? Even if I did all this worthless thinking, what can I do about it? Nothing, thats what.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I feel so...defenceless. I can't even protect my best friend, instead, I harmed her. I really, really want to be able to do something about all of this. It feels as if I've been abandoned by the two people who I...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Care about. Since when did Kwon Jiyong become apart of that list? When did he ever become apart of her live like this?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I...hate you more than I thought." I said to myself, biting the straw with a grimace. No. I was only adding more questions for my life to answer. My first priority is Rinnie..I have to make it up to her somehow! I have to get that idiot playboy off of my mind!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your right, maybe I did fall in love with her!"</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aughh, Get away!" I slapped the side of my head, trying to get rid of the sudden ringing of his words that day..it made my heart tingle, my feet become numb, my mind malfunction. My cheeks red. To be honest, I've never encountered this kind of relationship with anyone before.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him!" A couple from across the cafe sent me gave me funny looks as I chanted over and over to myself. Biting my lip, I smacked my head down on the glass table. Even though my voice told my heart many times, it gave me an unsatisfying feeling. Am I being tricked?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..but you'll get hurt if you end up falling for him.."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My attention was immediately absorbed by the sudden remembering of Seunghyun's words. I flinched as they continued to ring continuously in my mind, not disappearing even when I tried to think of something else. To this day I still haven't the slightest clue of what he meant. Maybe an idea, but could he really be that bad? If only I actually knew what I was doing half of the time, if only I knew of my own feelings. If-</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I jumped out of surprise and stopped my train of thought as I felt a sudden vibrate in my left pocket. My hand immediately dug its way into the jean and took it out with a curious look. Flipping it open, it was a text message.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From Rinnie. Curious as to why she even bothered texting me, I pressed the "read" option and scanned its contents.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Apartment.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My eyes stared at the screen for a good ten seconds. Even though it was just a single word, it was obvious that she was calling me back to the house. Not having any second thoughts about this, I let my reflexes take over as I flipped the cover shut and placed it back into my pocket, grabbing my things and left the cafe. Taking this opportunity, I decided to make this meeting worthy, to make things right.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was my only chance.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- CHAERIN's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I waited for her in the kitchen, sliding my cellphone back in place after sending the text. Its shocking even for me to even be able to call her here like this. I had Mr. Kwon Jiyong around my finger, and it didn't bug me one bit. She should have found out by now, right? That Jiyong was neglecting her?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She deserved it. After how she made me feel. My head jolted up at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the doorstep, and I knew she was here. Being her ex-best friend, I knew the sound of which member coming home on those steps and through that door. I watched as it opened with a loud creak, Dara bursting through it like a bullet. She's gotten here faster than expected.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My eyes sent her a message to stop lingering by the doorway and to come in. Really, she was acting as if entering a strangers home. I made my way over to her, in a familiar setting similar to yesterday's incident. I indicated her to sit down on the couch, which she obeyed. I took a seat across from her in a smooth and reserved way. The silence scarced the atmosphere for a moment before she finally decided to speak. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She wore a bothered look on her face. "Even though I'm the unnie here..I'm acting like a naive child."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It seemed as if she was bowing down to me in apology. I didn't call her here for that reason. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara." I started, immediately gaining her full attention. We stared at eachother in a meaningful way for a few moments, it made me think of how we used to sit like this everyday in the past, telling eachother our feelings and secrets.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I've been meaning to tell you this before. But I've always admired you."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could tell this shocked her, because she indeed looked pretty surprised. I hated to admit it myself, but she was such a goody two shoes. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Even though I'm the charismatic one, you got so much attention." I went on, feeling sudden bursts of anger that I tried to ignore. "I hate it."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This made her flinch. I know it was selfish of me to say, but it was true. Sometimes I just wished I had everything she had; the beauty, the ability to grab everyones hearts in both the ways of admiration and affection. I guess I was also influenced, because I admire her. My eyes narrowed in a troubled way,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But its because of that, that I can't lose to you in Love."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Receiving no reply, I watched a shocked and bothered expression creep onto her face. Honestly speaking, I had no intention of breaking us apart like this, but she left me no choice. We sat in complete silence, taking in the seriousness of the atmosphere. I observed her from the corner of my eye, and I didn't like what I saw.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She seemed, very. Hurt.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could just </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">guess</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> why.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I took a deep gulp. "Why did you make the fake agreement with Ji?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She stuttered for a bit. "I...." Stopping to think for a moment, her eyes lit up in an oblivious sort of way. "I thought that since the press already had that much information, it wouldn't make any sense to deny it..you'd also be involved-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your afraid to be drifted away from him, is that why your not admitting the truth to everyone?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She looked shocked. "Chaerin!" Her voice was raised higher. "I was worried about you the whole time! Does it really matter now that you've made up that theory? And as for Jiyong, I've decided to stop messing around with him!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"DARA, WAKE UP! YOUR NOT GETTING IT!" I shouted, my voice becoming more powerful. I ignored everything- ignored the fact that she would finally back away from Ji. Even though those were the words I wanted to hear all along...I was still ticked off. Really bad.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Without a second thought, I had already spilled out the hint to her problems. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't you notice anything!? Why are you so oblivious to your own feelings! Why are you holding back to everything, trying to hide it!? Up until now, the reason why you took these actions, the reason why your here, its all because of goddamn </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">! YOU DID EVERYTHING FOR A REASON!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stood up from my seat, letting the outburst run through her mind. She looked dazed, spaced out in a thoughtful sort of way. I've never met anyone who was as idiotic as she was. It wasn't my original intention to suddenly let her know of her own feelings, but she left me no choice. It seemed like in a flash, the important things didn't matter anymore.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It pissed me off just watching her sleepwalk through life. She needed to make some choices.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Your stupid, Dara." I whispered, shaking my head in a pity sort of way. "How do you dare to think you know someone else's heart when you don't even understand your own? This is why someone like you isn't able to understand my feelings."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking one last momentary glance at her, I walked off.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- DARA's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It seemed like just awhile ago, me and Rinnie we're talking like we used to before all of this happened. Whenever we had problems with others around us, we'd always sit in that spot and gossip. And to think now, we'd be talking about eachother.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I thought about what she said. Instead of going back to god knows where I've been hanging out lately, I decided to go to my room. My room, where I haven't been in what seemed like a long time. It made me feel slightly better, returning to my own place and my own world. This was my home too, wasn't it? What the hell was I doing at Jiyong's house? This frustrated me. Can't I do </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">anything</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> right, anything without the influence or help of others?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There I go again. My thinking is really useless most of the time, especially in the end where I take no responsibility for my thoughts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chaerin's words still lingered in my mind, and wouldn't go away. It seemed like they were implanted there for a very long time. What did she mean, the reason why I took these actions, the reason why I was here? This all seemed so complicated to me. The image of that dumb blonde's face still wouldn't disappear from my mind, which didn't help the situation. It occurred to me that hes been playing a more significant role in my life lately.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes I really wonder why I'm so stupid myself.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Taking a glance at my digital clock beside my bed, I realized its been awhile since I returned home. It was already 8:00 PM. I wonder what Rinnie's doing in the house, right now. Has she been eating well? Maybe I should go make her some food...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Trying hard not to let my mind take control too much, I hopped out of my bed and adjusted the pillows a little, when suddenly something fell out of my pocket. Glancing to the mattress, was the crane Jiyong had made for me just before he randomly decided to neglect me. I grabbed it in my hands, speculating it for a moment.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You!" I winced, "All because of you, too! Your appearing everywhere!" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I playfully hit it from the side, my eyes spotted feint black words on the inside of the white paper. Curious as to why this is, I began to carefully unfold the paper, making sure I was able to put it back in place later on. As I reached the last fold, opening up the piece, I stared at the small blunt words written in capital letters.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">FIGHTING.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seeing this sudden message, I didn't know what to think of it. He definitely wrote this when I fell asleep that night, did he know this was going to happen? Why would he-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In other words, I took this as a sign to not give up. I was able to do this, I had to try! Just being here, back in the house under the same roof as Rinnie is an accomplishment. It was all up to me now, to make things right again. I couldn't forgive Jiyong that well either- why did he even have to tell her that we were going out!?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Putting the thought aside, I placed the crane back on my bed and slipped on my fuzzy purple slippers. Now, what would Chaerin like to eat? She likes american and italian food a lot, I think we still have some pasta left in the cabinets somewhere..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After exiting my room, I approached the kitchen with a cautious step. It was funny, why was I being so reserved in my own house? Wrapping up any excess thoughts of mine, I reached the island of the workplace and pulled out a cooking pot. As I walked over to the cabinets, I pulled the handle open and saw a package of spaghetti. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She hasn't eaten." I thought, pulling a worried look. "If she did, those would have been gone by now."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the middle of grabbing the contents, I felt another sudden vibration in my pocket. With a loud grunt, I reached and pulled out my phone once again, thinking that it could have been from Ji. I couldn't say I was disappointed after finding that I had received a text message from Seunghyun. Curiously, I paused what I was doing and opened up the message.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hopefully as your reading this, you've made an attempt to success.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Che.." I clicked my tongue, did he think this was all a game? I pressed a few buttons, and then clicked send with my message.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Funny. I'm about to make some food, so talk later plz..</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had received a quick reply, even though my phone was already half being put away. Sighing, I took it out again and read his reply. It shocked me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Surprising....</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hey, your not falling for Ji for real...are you?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good question." I whispered to myself, staring at the screen blankly. Even thought deep inside, I wasn't so sure myself, I remembered I had already decided to stop letting him enter my life so much. After replying with a thick, blunt "No", I realized he did quite a good job in replying faster and faster.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don't fall in love with him.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And since I know your going to ask why,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's not worth it.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was surprised by his reason. It caught me off guard, and didn't really understand why that was. It suddenly occurred to me what he meant; the piles of events that happened so far, the different emotions he made me feel..to this day, it was all because I met him. This gave me more of a reason to keep my distance..but it was harder than I thought. As I was thinking of how to reply, I decided to ask him about his mysterious love.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...what about you? Hows that girl you've been talking about?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Err, fine, I guess..</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whats she like?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He took awhile to answer, so I decided to start making the food. After placing the noodles in the pot, I finally received a reply. To my surprise it was short, he must have put a lot of thought into it. It also managed to trigger my curiosity once more.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shes weak.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Really? How so?</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lets just say, shes not as strong as she thinks she is.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm sure she can be.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of course. Everyone can..but I feel that she leans on her own shoulder too much. You may not make the best choices from that, you know? Sometimes, you need someone else to comfort you.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I took his words into consideration for awhile. He must really like that girl, to be able to think so deeply of her like this. I need to hurry up and get stronger too, to fix my life.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seunghyun: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I'm getting a feeling she'll be able to overcome it..very soon.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thats a relief, then. I hope so too~! Send my regards!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Concluding the conversation, I turned my phone off and went back to work. Great, that took up some of my time. I wonder if Chaerin's in her room resting..I'll leave it out on the table later, for her to eat. On the other hand..I needed to go sort out some things. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It continued to rain harder the next day. At this point, everyone was probably back at home, with their families. On a typical gloomy day like this, you'd usually be entertaining yourself by watching some TV or hanging out with some neighborhood friends, but for the household of 2ne1...it wasn't anything like that.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She hadn't slept well. Dara, that is. Last night, she found herself doing nothing but lying in her bed and staring at the ceiling. Even though she decided to make things right..something really managed to bug her well.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why is it that everytime I try to be distant from you, you always appear in my mind.." She thought, still laying motionless in her bed. No doubt she was talking about anyone other than the blonde himself. In her right hand, was the crane, held tightly between her fingers. She spent the whole night looking at it back and forth, questioning her relationship with him. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was just so hard to release him from her thoughts. She instantly felt a stab of guilt at her vow.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She wanted to see him. Strange, even after what she says, no matter how much she tried to distract herself she couldn't drive him away from her mind. Its like he was implanted there, unable to be ripped out. This was defeating the point of her decision... Although no one was to blame her. They've been through so much together since the first day..and now all of a sudden she had to forget him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This is dumb." Dara said, closing her eyes in frustration. Suddenly curious as to if her friend ate the bowl of noodles she made the other night, her feet released itself from the lazy numb feeling and made its way to the kitchen table. Slowly walking up from the corner, she peeked from behind the wall at the wooden tableset.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The bowl was still there, along with the noodles. It was left untouched.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This scarred her deeply, after the somewhat decent talk yesterday, she would have thought Rinnie would of at least bothered to eat her noodles. It really made her wonder how shes been living these days..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What the hell are you snooping around for?"<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She flicked herself around in surprise to the sudden voice. Coming face to face with a tired looking girl, her breath was immediately lost at the sight of Chaerin. She wore a grimace on her face, eyeing her from top to bottom. Dara opened her mouth to speak, but was only ignored as she was walked past by her. Her eyes watched as she approached the table, sitting down and picking up the chopsticks on the side. She did everything so naturally and casually, as if she was expecting some sort of meal to be ready for her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Even though it was rude, it made Dara happy. Ignoring the still-bothered heart of hers, she slowly walked up to her best friend, standing at the space across from her. Chaerin simply ignored her presence and began to eat the noodles with soft slurps and gulps. After watching her eat for a few moments, she decided to talk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You really like those noodles."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Uhn." Chaerin grunts.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I can make those for you everyday"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hm."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"..I'm thinking-"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Go away!" She exclaimed, fire burning in her eyes. Dara jumped at this, watching her best friends face stuffed angrily with the noodles. It was sort of funny, but she decided to hold it in. Taking one last glance at her, she slowly backed away and went around the corner. It seemed as if shes alway shooed away lately, it was discomforting. After deciding to give her a little space, she proceeded to walk down the hallway and back into her room and let her eat. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Slowly sliding her way back to where she came from, her feet came to a stop at a sudden feint voice coming from the room across from hers. She recognized it as Bom Unnie's, and immediately guessed she was probably on the phone. Thats basically what she loves to do; talk on the phone at night. And usually they were always with different people, guess she loved to socialize.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Curious as to who she was talking to this time, Dara found herself slowly creeping towards the half-open doorway in a stealthy looking atmosphere. Stopping to lean herself by the wall, she watched from the side of her head at a chattering Bommie, sitting by her computer and eating an apple. After watching her nod her head and giggle a few times, she decided to walk in.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah! Dara is here!" The unnie smiled, waving her over to the bed. The coffee haired girl took a seat and crossed her legs, tilting her head to the side.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Who're you talking to?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah, our dong saeng's. They're really bored over at their apartment, so I decided to chat for awhile." Bom replied, nodding to whoever was talking to her at the moment. Dara's smile faded, when she said dong saeng, she meant Big Bang. Hearing this, she immediately wondered about a certain blonde. This is ridiculous. Is she still not able to forget him, even now?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ah!" Bom released the phone from her ear and held it in her hand, clutching it as she placed it on speaker. "Dara, Jiyong's on. Say hi to him!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Ji-" Without a second thought, she had grabbed the phone from her unnie and held it in her slap, staring at it with creased eyebrows. Not knowing why her reaction was so eager, she opened her mouth to speak. "Jiyong?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was no reply, nothing but the sound of static buzzing and the other members yelling and shouting in the background. Her heart sank a little at this, seems like he really was ignoring her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Huh?" Dara stayed in a frozen position as Bommie reached over and grabbed the phone back, tapping it with her fingers. As there was still no reply, she held it back to her ear and raised an eyebrow, finding that he had already hung up from the other line. "Strange. Are you two fighting or something? He was on just a few seconds ago...." She paused and lifted her head up to look at her friend when there was no reply. Her eyes became wide at the mesmerized and devestated look present on Dara's face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hey?" Bom whispered, pressing end on the call and rolling on her chair over to the bedside. She placed a comforting hand on Dara's knee and looked at her from below. "You alright?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Receiving nothing but a spaced out look, her hands shook the coffee haired girl's knee in a more urgent way. "Hey! Whats wrong with you?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara's eyes flashed a flinch. She clenched her hands together to make two hard fists, then shot up from the bed and rolled herself off away from Bom's grip. As she ran towards the door, she turned herself around to give her friend one last determined look. Even though she was never effected by his attitude before...it really managed to tick her off well.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I need to go somewhere."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-22-defendant-of-my-heart.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{ Chapter Twenty Two }</span></a></span></div></span></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-10841887667065519722009-12-29T11:15:00.000-08:002010-04-01T22:38:00.758-07:00Chɑpter 22: Defendant of my Heart<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- DARA's POV -</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alright, I've had enough of this. I know he has really bad mood swings and can never live up to his desires, but what the hell? I feel just slightly pissed off at the fact that he's been acting like a total dick for no reason. At least, one that I wasn't aware of. Just when I was going through the process of making up with Chaerin, his defiant-ness really isn't helping the fact that I've been like hell each day. Just a day ago we were fine, you really have some problems.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On top of that, appearing in my thoughts so much. Just what makes it so that your sticking to my mind so much!?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One day. Or not even a day, I couldn't live a day without thinking about him. I don't know if its out of anger or whatsoever, but it was very hard.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I paused at the doorway, grabbing the black trench coat hanging on the coat hanger beside me. I slipped it through my arms in a rushing demeanor and put my feet through the nearest shoes I could find. It hasn't came across to me that this sudden adrenaline rush was very rude towards the others. Turning my back around for a split second, I glanced at Rinnie who was watching me with sharp and curious eyes from the far table in the kitchen. I gulped and gave her a look of knowing, then rushed out the door into the pouring rain.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My feet broke into a jog, moving to the right side of the corner and down the sidewalk.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just this once. Just this once, will I do what I want to do. It wasn't fair leaving me hanging forever- not knowing on why the person who's treating me like a total outcast is doing so, especially when I decided to forget him myself. All the headaches...all my thoughts...the sudden stabs in my heart when looking at the messily written "FIGHTING" on the crane..it occurred to me that either way, I was betraying orders. Including my own.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Orders. Is that what I took them as? Not what I wanted to do for myself, but for whatever demand or favour went into my alter ego first?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In a few minutes, I had reached YG's studio. Ignoring the sudden backing out of my heart, I forced my feet to step closer and enter the building. I can't make it seem like I was all talk. After riding myself up the elevator and down the newly-made hallways, I immediately ran up to BigBang's practice room and busted myself in. No knock, no pause, no nothing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I flinched at the blast of music that entered my ears, but I ignored it. As I tumbled to the centre of the room, I felt myself gaining the full attention of five boys..and now, minus one. Even though i could hear constant callings of "noona!" or, "Dara! why are you here?".....they were easily blocked out by my concentration on the lazy-looking blonde sitting by the windowsill. He gazed out, acting as if I wasn't here. I let my breathing go even for awhile before I began to speak.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I need to talk to you." I said in a nonchalant voice. I gained no reply but a twitch of his head, and the curious expressions from the others. Seunghyun maintained his cool and reserved look. With no other reaction, I furrowed my eyebrows and clutched a fist together.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I raised my voice."I said I needed to talk to you!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After another moment of silence, Seungri slid himself over to Jiyong and gave him a light nudge in the arm.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Hyung? She needs to talk to you."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All the eyes traveled onto the blonde. Jiyong glanced at Seungri, who gave him an encouraging nod towards me. After eyeing the Maknae a little while longer, he clicked his tongue and lifted himself up from the lounging position. I watched him shake himself around in a carefree way, shoving his hands in his pockets.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And for what seemed like the first time in forever, his gaze fixed upon my eyes. We looked at eachother awkwardly before I began to make my way exiting the room. As I made sure he was following, I made my way down the long hallway and through a building exit door down the emergency staircase. Pausing at the end of the first flight, I swiveled myself around and planted my feet firmly on the ground. He paused with a sudden motion and continued to eye me in a curious way. I assumed he already knew why I was here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why are you ignoring me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady and confident. At this point his gaze flew away, avoiding my eyes and turning his head into a different direction. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I bit my lip. "If you didn't want me to stay at your house, then you could of-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Shut up!" He shouts out, catching my attention.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is the part where usually, I'd break down. But not this time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Well whatever it is, is this how you treat the person you like!?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I could tell I blew a strong one there. His mouth slowly opened a crack at this, and his expression suddenly seemed as if he was shot in the heart. I wondered if it was alright, but decided it obviously was. Was I not allowed to fire other people when they fire me first?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Don't be stupid." Jiyong replies in a scarce whisper. "I told you in the very beginning, your too easy to please. Stop trying, its really annoying when you keep coming on to people like that."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This made me more spontaneous than ever. Taking one deep inhale followed by a quick movement of my hand, I reached into my pocket in search of something. He looked at me impatiently and crossed his arms, clicking his tongue. When I felt what I was looking for, I slipped it out with one confident movement and held it up with two fingers in front of his face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jiyong's expression turned hard at the unfolded paper crane. The thick "FIGHTING" on the wrinkled up piece of paper looked as if it was very familiar to him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You say that, yet you wrote this to keep me from crashing. Your doing this for a reason, aren't you? You don't want me to give up just yet."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Stop dreaming," Jiyong hissed, narrowing his eyes. "Who would make up something so complex as that? I did it out of pity."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why won't you admit it!" Ticked off, I raised the evidence down and shouted with a sincere look. It was rare for me to be like this, but I was doing it on my own will. I didn't believe that he was completely unaffected by this, because he looked rather guilty and hurt. "You can't tell me that after everything we've been through, the ferris wheel, Hello, the way you sav-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do you </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">really</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> want me to stop?" He interrupted with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Yes, I did want him to stop. Despite whatever he wants, despite what people say..no one knew the feelings I had without him. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Is this what Rinnie meant? What I was holding back, the actions I took...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Because of Love. I really didn't understand my own heart. Thinking back to everything, thinking back to her words, the way she's acted, people change for love. My stupidity gave in for that. After snapping myself back to reality, my gaze returned towards the blonde with a fiery look. Giving him a short nod, he sighed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Make me a crane."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What?" I whispered, my voice suddenly dying down a bit. If anything, making cranes would be something I'd never excel at. I was surprised at this request..especially at the fact that he clearly knew I didn't know how.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I averted my eyes. "You-"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"You said it was meaningless unless you make it yourself, right!?" He exclaimed, cutting myself off but catching my attention. "Well then make it!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wasn't going to run away anymore, I wasn't going to be a sore to the eye anymore. I did that that, it WAS meaningless unless you make it yourself, and I wasn't denying my own saying. As I took a deep breath, I crunched the piece of paper in my fist and glared up at him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I will. Watch me."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She just left after Jiyong hung up."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom sat on the couch, holding a bowl of chips and placing them in her mouth one by one. After her friend had run out of the house, she decided to go confront their leader a little bit. Although nothing was brought up about her current condition, she could tell that it's gotten slightly better. Just slightly, to the point where she could actually eat.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Mm.." Rinnie rested her head on the arm of the couch, her arm loose on the ground and tapping the hard wooden floor with a long finger. Its been quite awhile since Dara left the house this morning, and it was already 12 in the afternoon. Although she was aware of where she went...she seemed to be calm about it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bom placed another chip on her mouth and chewed it down. "Whats up with you guys lately? I know about everything thats happened, but..they're together now, aren't they? Rinnie, you should move on too."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Acting as if she was completely unharmed by this fact, Chaerin twitched. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'd like to."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Then why don't you?" the unnie raised an eyebrow, placing the bowl of chips on the table and leaning over to the side where she met her friend's attention. Responding to this, Chaerin sat up with a mischievous look.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I don't like to give up on love so easily." She says, pulling a small smile on one of the corners of her lips. "Its no fun without some competition, right?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"And." She goes on, "Someone needs to be taught."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Huh?" Bom stared at her with a curious look, not quite catching what her friend was talking about. Chaerin replied with a shake of a head, waving off the topic. Judging from this, it seems she's straightened herself out a little more than before. She actually knew what she was doing.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Bommie, sorry. Watch the house will you?" Chaerin states, climbing up from her spot and grabbing a jacket near her. "I'm going out too."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dara made do under the roof of an abandoned store outside, sitting on an old cardboard box under the pouring rain. It was a quiet place where she could think and get what she wants, done. In this case, she's prepared a pack of origami paper and her bare hands.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I have to do this." She says to herself in a hurry to begin, rolling up her sleeves and unwrapping the package. It contained 100 pieces of coloured origami paper, and she was determined to use them all until she was able to make her first crane by herself. Picking out the very first green piece, she began to fold.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not even a minute later, she had messed up already. Sighing, she threw the paper aside and grabbed a purple piece from the package. Confident about herself, she started over again. Unfortunately this time it wasn't very successful for her either. Cupping the sides of her cheeks with her bare, frozen hands, she gave a long sigh as she let the cold air run out of her mouth.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why can't I do this! Didn't Seunghyun show me last time?" Dara yells at herself, crunching up the purple piece into a ball. Without giving up she dumped all of the paper from the package in a pile next to her and grabbed a yellow one next. Still messing up fold after fold, she let out a little yelp of frustration and chucked it aside.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Jiyong." She says, an image of the boy popping in her mind. "I'll definitely make this, don't you dare doubt me just yet." A flash of the ferris wheel zoomed its way through her thoughts, the way things were before, that specific day. She had fun..even though she was afraid of heights.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She wanted to go on it again, with him. But it wasn't going to happen, probably not until she managed to make this.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Suddenly regaining a look of determination, she began to work her hands again. She could feel them starting to tingle as a reaction to the cold air. Raindrops were present at her feet, dropping from the metal rooftops. She didn't want to put any time to waste- she had to make it. Ignoring the water running to her shoes, she started again softly this time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And again.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And again...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But each time she tried, it never worked.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why!" Dara exclaimed, closing her eyes in an annoyed way and chucking the paper aside again. She buried her face in the palms of her hand, whining to herself. She'd tried many times already, but it wasn't enough to stop her from her determination. "Why can't I make it?" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- SEUNGHYUN's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wasn't sure if I should approach her, or just leave her alone. It seemed like either way, it would leave a scar on my actions. I watched her from the distance, holding an umbrella in one of my hands and my other one hanging flatly to my side. She was settled under an old abandoned store, under a metal rooftop sitting on a beat up cardboard box. And, she was folding cranes. I guessed it had something to do with Jiyong, because what else was able to make her sit there in the pouring rain folding pieces of paper?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By the way, I thought I taught her the other day, and I thought I made her a new one. I really didn't get this girl- even though she's a bother, she has a lot of stress on herself too. It didn't help just standing here, so I came up with the conclusion of approaching her. I was going to do it at some point.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I casually brought myself in front of her, I looked down and watched as her head jerked up in surprise. She indeed looked very frustrated from the look on her face. My eyes scanned around her surroundings and saw that there were crunched up colored paper thrown everywhere around her. I felt a wave of both anger and awe at each abandoned piece. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My gaze wandered back to her with an expressionless tone. "What are you doing here?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Making a crane." She whispered after a long term of silence. Not long after her reply followed no sound but the pitter patter of the hard rain smashing against the metal. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Why?" I asked, maintaining the hard look on my face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Because.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I felt hurt at this. The way she stared at me like that. That curious, wondering, child-like face questioned me why I was even here. I didn't need anybody to tell me, I knew myself that I looked very solid and serious at the moment. But there was no way to tell her, because she wouldn't understand. Or..it just wasn't the right time yet.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I blinked. "Why are you trying so hard for him?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This question seemed to shock her, because her expression immediately turned as if she was found out about something. I was even more scarred with this, because she found no way to reply to me. My eyes narrowed into a flinch, because although she couldn't answer herself, I already knew her conclusion.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Didn't I warn you to not fall in love with him?" I stated, still gaining her attention from this. I looked down at her with deep, serious brown orbs. It's not that Jiyong is a bad person, he's a great leader and a good dongsaeng to me. But, falling in love with him maybe isn't such a good idea. I watched as she finally began to speak,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Even if you say that." She says, pausing for awhile. "It can't just simply happen."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My mind started to wonder if I was doing this for my own selfish reasons. I didn't want to be unreasonable like another specific someone, but love conquers-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I guess I've really fallen hard this time, too."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At this point, a flash of panic and anxiety raced across my heart. She seemed to notice this, but didn't take it in any other way other than a simple reaction to her sudden confession. Her face gained a melancholic expression as she picked up a new piece of colored paper. Plain white, this time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I figured out just now, of all times." She continued, playing around with it for awhile. "The reason why I've been like this lately."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was afraid she'd say that. Ignoring the inner thoughts of mine, I kept my eyes glued onto her fingers that now proceeded to slowly fold the paper in half. Continuing to stand under half of the metal rooftop, I could feel part of my body wet from the rain.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I'm sorry, Rinnie." Dara whispered. "I've been an idiot all this time. I know you love Jiyong...but just this once, I'm not going to lose either."<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She spoke, as if I wasn't there at all.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Go home."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Huh?" She looked at me in a utterly confused and misunderstood way. I saw her hands still folding at the paper..and they had turned red from the cold. Her nose adopted the same kind of shade after sniffing. At this rate, she was definitely going to catch a fever.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I said, Go home" I repeated in a more fierce tone. The worse thing that could happen at the moment was for her to suddenly fall sick. Not go ing to be a surprise, since shes been here for quite awhile.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"No!" She cried out, suddenly breaking into a sneeze.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- CHAERIN's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had rushed here, thinking that this was going to be something quite interesting to see. And of course, it was. I had just heard Dara confess her true feelings behind this large beat up cement pillar. The two of them stood almost right in front of me- but I hid myself well. It wasn't the last thing I wanted to be found out for- but I felt that I shouldn't interfere in this.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It gave me an uneasy feeling- what she said, and what I managed to hear. I knew it, I knew at some point she'd fall for him just like how I did. But I refuse to consider this as a win for her, even if Jiyong does like her back. Besides, hes tied around my finger right now, with no escape. If he didn't want to cause any more trouble to her, he'd obey me with no trouble.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Funny. Funny how I'm able to control Kwon Jiyong so easily like this.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why did he have to do this, to protect her? I asked myself, staring past Seunghyun's shoulder straight at Dara, who was busy trying to fold the crane. The usual Jiyong we knew would never allow himself to be used, to allow himself to give in so easily. I didn't understand. It suddenly occurred to me that he didn't give in, he was just doing what he could do. It was all he </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">can</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> do.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm cruel. Why are we all so in love like this?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I decided it was me that created this Dara. I thought, still watching with an umbrella clutched in one hand and my eyes still on my housemate's busy hands. If I had just went with what I originally schemed- letting her slowly realize that Jiyong was meant to be mine, she wouldn't be here right now folding those stupid cranes. Seunghyun had told me about them, everything.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hate her. Why am I so aware of her right now, why did I let her realize her feelings? Completely unreasonable. Either way..I wasn't going to let her have him. Taking one last long and meaningful glance, I backed away slowly and turned around to walk away.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seems like things couldn't be done the way her slow mind wanted it to, this time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seems like now, it was the heart that took the lead.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After walking a few steps ahead, I heard a loud cry of Seunghyun's voice. Ignoring the seriousness of it, I slowly turned around to see what was going on. After catching a glimpse of him crouching on the ground, I realized he had Dara's head perched onto his shoulder.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Widening my mouth, I realized she was knocked out. Idiot, she had completely forgotten about her immunity when it came to cold weather and catching fevers. Standing there for awhile thinking of what to do, I watched Seunghyun shake her unconscious body for awhile in worry, calling her name but received no response.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Narrowing my eyes, I clutched my fist and bit my lip, letting my reflexes take over as I ran my way over to her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The coffee haired girl woke up the next day, her head in a blur. Opening her eyes up in a drowsy way, she decided to let them catch on some rest for awhile as she slowly began to sit herself up. Halfway through the process, she realized her throat felt very sore and her mind was lightheaded.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara noona, don't get up!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Opening one of her eyes to take a glance at the voice beside her, she let her vision focus at a short bob haired girl sitting beside her on a wooden stool. She came to process it as the maknae of the group. Minzy placed a hand over the unnie's forehead, causing her to flinch back. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Aie! Your fever is still acting." She complained, her hand moving to the side of her friend's cheek. Dara stared at her in a confused way, receiving one back. Her eyes suddenly widened in realization as she threw the covers off of her legs and attempted to climb out.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Dara!" Minzy grabbed for her shoulders, trying to push her back down. "You can't get up! You must rest!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Crane" Dara said in a somewhat semi-croaky voice, resisting the maknae's grip. "Where are the origami papers?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"They're right on your desk" The young one let go of one shoulder and pointed to the other side of the room, letting her unnie's eyes slowly follow her indication. Dara's view traveled towards her familiar cream white workplace where a small thin stack of colored papers rested on the top in a plastic bag. Her expression suddenly came to a relief at this, knowing that they hadn't gotten wet.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Rinnie brought you in after finding you out in the rain." Minzy said. Her head jolted back at the surprised reaction of her friend, who was now staring at her as if not believing it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Chaerin?" Dara whispered to her, receiving a slow and steady nod plus the releasage of her shoulders.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Yea...You can thank her later." Minzy stated, knowing her unnie, she probably wanted to go give her a thanks after their torn relationship. Although it didn't seem like it, Dara was very happy at the fact that Chaerin helped her out. After her attitude lately, it was indeed unexpected of her to do so.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"But-"<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Eat" Minzy interrupted, her head jerking towards the food tray present beside the bedside. Dara glanced over and saw it was her favorite food, a simple egg sandwich with milk tea on the side. On top of that, some medicine was settled on a napkin beside some water.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't have time to eat.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">" Dara thought, but pulling a smile at the maknae. "Yes, okay."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Good..I'm going to go out and buy things, okay? Stay home!" She ordered, getting up from her sitting position and giving her unnie a finger. Dara replied with a sweet smile and waved her off as she exited through the doorway. Her smile suddenly faded as she climbed out of her bed, staggering her asleep feet towards her desk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Approaching it, she grabbed the plastic bag and slid out the pieces of paper, making herself comfortable in her rolly chair.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Staring at the previously used white paper, she folded it in half.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-23-inevitability.html"> { Chapter Twenty Three }</a></span></span></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-62710516393994531862009-12-29T11:14:00.000-08:002010-04-03T20:10:36.025-07:00Chɑpter 23: Inevitability<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">JIYONG's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">POV</span> -</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was a boring, gloomy day today. The guys decided to hangout in our apartments, locking ourselves in to spend some more quality time. There's been no sun lately, only boring <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pitter</span> pattering rain. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Seunghyun</span> returned home very late last night, and I had wondered why. He never came home late, unless for a practice. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Instead of being at home lounging around with the others, I was called to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hyunsuk's</span> office for a reason unknown to me. I planted myself <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">boredly</span> in the red <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rolly</span> chair in front of his office desk, curious and impatient as to why he suddenly called me over. Fiddling with my fingers as I waited for the CEO to arrive, I swiveled around at the sound of a door click. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">YG</span> approached his seat in a cool, swift motion with a bunch of papers in his hand. I kept quiet for awhile, observing his slow movements of scanning the contents.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"We're going to start promoting your album soon. But it seems Hello and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Heartbreaker</span> has taken a fall after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sandara's</span> Kiss." He says in a melancholic tone, causing me to flinch with the words. Did he really have to put it so blunt like that?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Hello will be performed on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SBS</span> Idol Big Show a week from now."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"What?" I suddenly sat up from my seat, eyes wide at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">CEO's</span> news. Observing the thinking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Hyunsuk</span>, he dropped the stack of papers onto the wooden desk and folded his hands together to look me in the eye with a doubting look.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'm pretty sure singers perform their songs on stage." He said in a sarcastic tone, "In that case, you and Dara will be going on stage very soon. We're organizing the performance and setting some plans up, so use the time well to practice and choreograph with her."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I didn't know what to say to this. I knew we were going to have to perform live, but he didn't tell me until now. Instead an image of the Locust popped into my mind, and the words I told her the day before. Shaking the thought off, I simply nodded to his information. On stage with Dara, I wonder what it was going to be like.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Although I wasn't in a position to think that. My heart suddenly sunk a little, even though I ached to see her again, I had to refrain from thinking about these kind of things. Idiot, why'd I give her a chance to prove to me that she is capable of making that crane? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Chaerin</span> would eventually find out, and it would defeat my point of doing this.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You can go." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">YG</span> said, breaking through my thoughts. I gave another short nod and climbed out of my seat, heading towards the door and closing it with a soundless click. As I was about to make my way back to the apartment, I felt a soft vibrate on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">backpocket</span>. Slipping out my phone, I had received a text message from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Taeyang</span>.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Jiyong</span>, we're going out with 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ne</span>1 today. </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Better be home!</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Since when was this planned?" I said to myself, pushing my phone back into place after the last word. I thought of Dara again, and how things would go if I went. I didn't expect her to actually try making the crane; I don't even know why I said it. As I thought about this sudden outing, I decided not to attend.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Alright! 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">ne</span>1 family meeting!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Bom</span> skipped towards the living room, jumping up and down in excitement and crashing herself to the cream colored couch. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Minzy</span>, on the other side, looked just as worked up as her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">unnie</span> was. Dara sat at the couch across from the two with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Chaerin</span> far away from her.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Girls, we're going to go out with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">dongsaengs</span> tonight." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Bom</span> announced, propping her lower body up on the couch in an awkward position. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Chaerin</span> kept her gaze straight and steady while Dara took a big gulp, sending the large lump down in her throat. </span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She didn't feel ready yet, ready to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Jiyong</span>. Especially not when she wasn't able to make the crane yet. As much as she wanted to go, to see his face, she couldn't get her hopes up that he would talk to her normally. Although thinking as far as that, she decided there was no point in not showing up. It would seem as if she's lost.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Dara unnie, you've been really hyped up lately." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Minzy</span> said, breaking her train of thought. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Chaerin's</span> eyes rolled over to Dara, who twitched her lips and folded her hands together sheepishly. Her gaze froze at the large, dark circles visible under her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">groupmate's</span> almond brown eyes. Immediately, she jerked her head away.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I'm sorry" Dara apologized, tilting her head down a bit in apology. "I'll go.."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Your still sick." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Chaerin</span> said, surprising the others with the semi worried tone of her voice. The leader glanced at the others from the corner of her eye and averted her gaze immediately as they met with Dara's. Covering her mouth with the lower palm of her hand, she scrunched herself together by the arm of the couch.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"..I wouldn't want you to have any chances." She whispered. Even though it seemed it like she was speaking to everyone, it was mainly directed towards the coffee haired girl. Dara's mouth formed a half smile at the obvious, somewhat concerned friend. Although <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Chaerin</span> was right, she still needed to recover for awhile. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I won't overdo it." Dara said, crossing her fingers. "Besides, we're only going to eat."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The following evening, the girls sat in a quit reserved mode inside their private van on their way to their little get together with Big Bang. The car ride was silent as each and every one of them prepared themselves mentally. Although they've done this many times together in the past, they haven't got the free time to do what they wanted these days so it was a special occasion. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After all, many things happened this month.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara looked the most tense out of the four girls. She stayed paralyzed in the very back seat beside <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Chaerin</span>, who was seated uncomfortably beside her. Staring outside at the open sunset view, her mind clicked together at the sound of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Minzy's</span> voice.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"You guys seem very hard on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">eachother</span> lately." The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Maknae</span> spoke, turning around in her seat to face her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">unnie's</span>. "Hopefully today, you'll be able to relax over things a bit."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"They're improving" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Bom</span> murmured towards her. In response, the two victims at the back seat twitched in their spots and kept their gazes straight ahead. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The car came to a stop at a small dining square near the central shopping place. Even though it was a Sunday evening, barely any people were seen at this area. Weird, because usually it was cramped with customers. The door to the smoke gray van busted itself open with the flick of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Maknae's</span> wrist, allowing the four girls to pour themselves out onto the wet cement grounds. As <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Minzy</span> took a fresh deep inhale of the misty air, she pointed towards the restaurant bar labeled '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Chai</span> Bar & Grill' and made her way towards it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara stepped out last, closing the door softly behind her and letting the van drive off. She followed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Chaerin's</span> back, watching her feet step forward and back in a trance through the entrance. As they slowly entered through the golden doors, they were immediately greeted by four boys seated at the nearby booth behind the front attendant.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Noona</span>! Welcome!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">Seungri</span> greeted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Bom</span>, who was the first to slide her way inside the seats beside Big Bang's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">maknae</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">Minzy</span> sat herself in between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">Taeyang</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">Seungri</span>, followed by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">Chaerin</span> plopping herself beside <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">Seunghyun</span> on the far side. Dara stood on the outside for a second, scanning the group.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">Jiyong</span> wasn't there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Wheres <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">Jiyong</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">oppa</span>?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">Minzy</span> asked, taking a sip of her already ordered lemon tea. Taking a gulp, the coffee haired girl proceeded to sit herself between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">Taeyang</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">Daesung</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">Seungri</span> slowly raised his shoulders and shook his head.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"He said he wasn't coming."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara felt her heart drop a mile at this. They didn't need to tell her why, because she could already guess the reason. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">Seunghyun</span>, catching this reason, opened his mouth to speak with an expressionless face.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"He said he had something to do, and had no time to join us." He said, gaining <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">everyone's</span> attention. "Anyhow, it's really been awhile since we all got together alone not because of work related issues.. I think he might drop by later for a toast."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hearing this, Dara lowered her head a bit and clutched the front rip of her jeans. Was he really that determined to not see her? Meanwhile, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">Chaerin</span> crossed her arms and took a small gulp at where this conversation was going. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">Taeyang</span> interrupted by raising his glass of beverage into the air with his two fingers.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"A toast to the end of the career activities!"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The group suddenly all grabbed for their glasses, lifting them to join up with his. Dara slowly reached over to her glass and joined the toast last, retreating it with a small voice of her cheer. She didn't bother drinking it as she was drowned into many thoughts at the moment. Feeling very uncomfortable in the heart, she decided to smile and not ruin it for the others.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After all, she had origami paper waiting for her at home for the rest of the night.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- DARA's POV -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its been officially two hours since we arrived at the Grill. Here I am, still sitting at the booth while the others either went off to karaoke in the next room or lounged somewhere around the sofas in the center of the bar. The only two that stayed behind was Seunghyun and Chaerin, and I don't think it was by choice. It seems they were less interested than this outing than I was.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I tried hard to keep my gaze steady. Although this was supposed to be relaxing, supposed to be a break from everything, it felt as if I was just luring herself in to more pain. I wanted to be somewhere else right now, somewhere with </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">him....</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I let my heart ache for another while through the silence between the three of us. It seems that they weren't even here, and that the only that mattered was that I wanted Jiyong to be with me. Although it was completely selfish and rude, I really wanted to be at home right now attempting to make myself a crane. Ignoring the expressionless looks from Rinnie and Seunghyun, my eyes gained its attention again as I twitched my vision to the side. I seemed to be making the atmosphere awkward.<br /><br />"You guys can go somewhere else if you want. You don't have to stay." I said with regard. Rinnie replied by sighing and twisting herself to climb over her bag.<br /><br />"Lets go." She said, climbing out of the booth and motioning Seunghyun towards the exit. He looked rather surprised that she suggested to leave me like that. Although it wasn't a surprise to me at all, she had better things to do than to sit around and take care of the person she detested. After giving my dongsaeng a nod of reassurance, he took a gulp and followed her out the door. After watching them disappear into the almost-dark outdoors, I bit my lip and reached inside my pocket.<br /><br />I wouldn't have come here empty-handed. Of course I had brought extra paper with me.<br /><br />Unconscious of the people around me that gave me awkward-looking stares, I began to work with my hands. I tried to remember what Seunghyun had taught me the other day, but my mind refused to recall it. I felt very foolish and embarrassed, a grown adult sitting at this booth by myself and unsuccessfully folding cranes. I had very limited material here, so I had to make my attempts well. Unfortunately I failed after getting halfway there.<br /><br />Trying to keep my cool, I started again. It was then that I felt my body getting hot and heavy under the warm air surrounding me. I stopped for a split second and rubbed the side of my wrist against my forehead to wipe off the sweat. After a few moments, I sighed and took a deep inhale to catch some breath and look around the bar. It felt very warm, and by the time I realized it I had already started to make way to the exit door.<br /><br />It was nice outside. The cold night air rushed its way into my mouth as I took a deep breath, letting it clear out the stuffiness in my throat. Clutching the half made crane in my hands, I took a few steps forward and let my feet take me to wherever I end up going. The temperature didn't bug me out here, even though it would be considered freezing at this time of hour. For the rest of my lone walk, I thought of nothing but completing my goal of making the crane.<br /><br />My determination hasn't disappeared yet as I reached a rather quiet isolated location. It was a large basketball court hidden in the middle of the small fields on the side of the restaurant. It was surrounded by a large metal fence, so I had to walk over to the entrance and release the hook to enter. Taking some steps in, I observed a wooden bench near the far middle and made my way over to it.<br /><br />As I slowly sat myself down on the cold bench, it sent trickles of coldness up my thighs and down my legs. Ignoring this sudden shiver of feeling, I realized it was rather peaceful and quiet here. Abruptly, I began to work my finger muscles again. I gave a few coughs here and there as I worked in the night silence, shuddering my legs to keep them warm. A small wind raced through my hair, sending it into ripples through the air and away from my face.<br /><br />The cold, silent night scared me.<br /><br />I wasn't used to this. When did I become so comfortless and deserted like this? It felt like no one was able to understand what I'm feeling right now, or how I've been the past few days..Everything seemed like a dream, one that was teasing my inner feelings.<br /><br />I suddenly felt a wave of desolation run through me. Unaware of my hands that now became extremely numb, and my breathing that felt very uneven, tears began to run down my cheeks. Finally, at this point, I clearly understood what Chaerin's been through lately. These feelings and emotions- they're impossible to control. I was foolish to think that I was able to understand that.<br /><br />I couldn't stand being apart from him like this. Jiyong played a more important role in my life than I thought...I loved him. My hands begun to love its energy and liveliness after every inch of a move, but I forced them to continue working. My cry came out as silent whimpers as I gulped back and forth to keep my cool. I've never felt my heart been in this much pain before, especially not for a boy.<br /><br />At this moment, I felt that no one could change anything but me. I had to do this..<br /><br />"This is taking way too long" I whispered to myself through a shaky tone, pausing at the paper for awhile. I was at the point where I couldn't even feel it anymore. "But I have to do it."<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- CHAERIN's POV -</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Me and Seunghyun walked along the steep narrow cement path, going with our instincts to wherever places there were to go. It began to grow a little darker every minute, and not to mention, colder too. I crossed my and arms and rubbed my palms against my sides, sighing and watching the freezing air escape from my mouth. We walked in sync in a staggering motion from side to side, taking small baby steps.<br /><br />This didn't seem much of an exciting outing. Actually, I think the only ones that were enjoying this a little too much was Minzy and Bom. Although we couldn't blame them...they were totally oblivious to the current situation of things. Even though we were close friends, It'd be best not to let them in on our personal affairs.<br /><br />Yes, our. It wasn't entirely my fault in this whole thing. Dara unnie had her wrongs too. Even though she hasn't completely figured it out herself, it was obvious that she loved Jiyong just as much as I do.<br /><br />At this point, I chastised myself for thinking pitifully at her. I still couldn't forgive her just yet...but she should try harder if she really loved him.<br /><br />"Why is she making those useless paper cranes?" I asked abruptly, keeping my gaze straight ahead the path as Seunghyun flicked over to look at me. I assumed he knew what I was talking about, because it sure looked like it from the expression on his face that I managed to pick up from the corner of my eye. I waited as he gave a long sigh, then began to talk.<br /><br />"Jiyong." He replied nonchalantly. The name made myself flinch. "She really loves him."<br /><br />Of course, I already knew that.<br /><br />"But why is she making those cranes?" I repeated, this time turning to look at him for a straightforward answer. This time, he avoided my gaze. He definitely knew, because he had arrived that day to Dara before I did.<br /><br />"Jiyong told her that if she was able to make a crane, he wouldn't treat her like this anymore."<br /><br />I was surprised by this answer. Surprised, and somewhat angrily frustrated. He made her some kind of dumb deal like that, thinking that I wouldn't be able to find out. It occurred to me that I was the one that got them into this; I refrained Jiyong from seeing her and kept him all to myself to cherish. Although aside from that, she was a little too worked up by this.<br /><br />So that's what she was doing the other day in the rain, completely </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dying</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> out there. Just to make a simple crane to win Jiyong's attention back.<br /><br />Seunghyun subtly studied my face from the side, as if he was expecting me to say something encouraging or useful. As I was about to give him a sincere reply, my eyes caught something that caused me to stop in my tracks completely. Releasing the tension on my sides, my arms fell back to my side at the sight from afar.<br /><br />I slowly began to walk closer, squinting my eyes and releasing them as I got closer and closer to the view. Seunghyun appeared by my side from the corner of my eye, pausing with a shocked look no different than how mine turned out. I stood for a good few seconds, staring straight through the tall green metal fence of a large deserted basketball court. I don't know what caused it, but my breath suddenly got lost at the sight of Dara sitting by herself on a wooden bench in the far end of the center.<br /><br />And, she was crying.<br /><br />I could tell Seunghyun was watching her as tense as I was. Taking one big gulp, I continued to rest my gaze on her, observing as her shoulders moved up and down from her big sniffs and the wiping of her arm on her eyes. Between those moments, she folded a piece of paper dully. Honestly, I didn't know how to react to this. Should I be angry that she was trying so hard to take Jiyong, or upset that she was still straining herself after everything that's happened?<br /><br />Neither.<br /><br />I didn't know why.<br /><br />But I felt this huge pain stab into my heart.<br /><br />"She's still at it, at this hour." Seunghyun said, breaking my thoughts as I turned slowly to look at him with creased eyebrows. I watched as his expression suddenly turned melancholic. "Just for him..."<br /><br />Biting my lip, I returned my gaze towards her. She didn't notice us, instead she cringed her eyes together at the randomest moments to stop her uncontrollable tears, but failed. Even from far away, we could tell that the paper on the ground were signs that she didn't have success in making a crane. My eyes suddenly widened as I caught sight of her hands..her face, her body. They were extremely dead and freezed-looking, on top of that, her face was smeared with wet tears.<br /><br />It took my breath away.<br /><br />"Dara unnie." I whispered in a low tone and wondered why my heart was crashing at this scene. "She really loves Jiyong oppa."<br /><br />"That girl-"<br /><br />With an instant reflex, I reached my hand out in quick move and held the top of Seunghyun's shoulder as he took a step forward. He turned around with creased eyebrows and narrowed eyes, wearing a questioning look on his face.<br /><br />"What are you doing?" He asked as I slowly released my grip, my hands crawling to the back of my jeanpockets. I didn't know what I was doing myself, but he immediately pulled himself back as he saw me pull out a cellphone, dialing a number. I gave him no reply as I planted my eyes on Dara, as if she'd run away if I didn't keep her steady with my gaze.<br /><br />Slowly, Seunghyun opened his mouth a little crack. "You're.."<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- JIYONG'S POV -<br /><br />The day felt like it would never come to an end.<br /><br />To be brief, My head was hurting a lot. I thought I'd be able to live without seeing her for once, but now I realized I can't live a day without her. It really hurt me, that I had to talk to her that way. Even until now, I don't know where she is, what she's been doing, if she's even doing all right.<br /><br />I considered this very one sided. As I sit on the hard wooden floor of the practice studio leaning against the side of the wall, I thought over many things and erasing my mind a thousand times. Or, to be more specific, erase her. It was impossible after all.<br /><br />I felt like out of all days, today I missed her more than ever. Actually, the past few days, I longed for her presence. Even though she was an annoying one..something about her wanted me to have her by my side. CEO Yang informed me that we were to perform Hello live soon, but I wasn't so sure if it'd work out the way he wants it to. At this rate, it felt like forbidden love.<br /><br />I don't think I was even allowed to love her in the first place.<br /><br />"Why'd I fall for a dumb locust like her." I whispered to myself in the dim room, dropping my head and letting it hang from my neck as I fiddled my hands together in thought. It was then that I heard my phone ringing beside me. I slowly turned my head, still hanging, towards it and stared at it with a glare. After watching it vibrate loudly moving across the shiny floors, I plunged my hand on it and flipped it open, not bothering to check the caller ID.<br /><br />After pressing Answer, I simply waited for the other line to speak instead of greeting them myself. I kept my eyes closed in distress as a familiar voice began to speak through the silent background.<br /><br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Come here right now.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"<br /><br />My heart cringed at the sound of Chaerin, calling me at this hour and at this time when I was feeling the most screwed up as ever thanks to her. My eyelids raised themselves up and I gave a glare into thin air.<br /><br />It took awhile for me to reply. "I'm not going anywhere with you."<br /><br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Come.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"<br /><br />Crisping my eyebrows together, I felt a flash of frustration and denial. It was enough that she had the ability to ruin people's lives so well, what else did she want? I sat up from my slouched position and raised my head, gritting my teeth.<br /><br />"I told you I'm not-"<br /><br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She has a really bad fever</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">."<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hearing this, I immediately paused and my body came to a freeze. I let my mouth slowly drag itself open as her words sank into my mind. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara was sick? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since when? I found myself perching my body up with a firm hand on the ground, staring into thin air in worry.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"..Is she alright?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why are you asking questions? I told you to get over here right now.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" She said, emphasizing her tone at the last bit. Before I knew it, I was already on my feet and headed towards the exit door of the studio when suddenly I stopped in my tracks out of realization.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"I can't see her." I said through a scarred whispering voice. She didn't reply for awhile as I probably reminded her of her selfish request, but then I heard her breath starting again she began to reply.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Go see her.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My eyes widened at her sudden change of decision. She sounded as if she was trying to keep her cool. I stood in front of the door for awhile, processing this through my mind. It seems like those words were impossible to escape through her mouth, but they finally released themselves free. I could tell that she was trying hard to be submissive with the tone of her voice.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dara unnie...</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" She started again, probably sensing my thoughts. "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Because of you, she's been making those hell of a stupid cranes every single day. She caught a really bad fever the other day because she was outside folding them for a long time. To the point where her hands have become numb, and to the point where she couldn't smile happily anymore.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">These words were like bullets, shooting for my heart. Unfortunately, its succeeded in doing so. I suddenly felt very regretful in making such a deal with her...if it was going to cost her her health, it wasn't worth it. As I clenched my fist and raised my head up high, I suddenly felt very grateful for this opportunity.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Where is she?" I asked, already racing my way out the door.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-24-after-aftermath.html">{ Chapter Twenty Four }</a></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div></div></div></div>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969176751067487470.post-50948930342084856502009-12-29T11:13:00.001-08:002010-04-07T20:22:54.673-07:00Chɑpter 24: Aftermath<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Pressing the 'End Call' button on her slim phone, Chaerin slowly flicked it closed and held it tightly to her chest followed by a deep gulp. Seunghyun's gaze moved from the still-distressed Dara to 2ne1's leader in a both pitiful and meaningful expression.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Chaerin." He called in a simple melancholic voice.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"I know."</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Pivoting around to take one last glance at her best friend, Chaerin managed to curve the ends of her lips to form a sad but memorable half smile. She continued to stare at her friend for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and begun to back herself away. The wind rushed its way into her eyes, causing her to flinch them in reaction.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." She said in a low murmuring voice. "If you can't get someone out of your mind, then maybe they're supposed to be there. I guess I'll leave the rest to Jiyong to decide what to do next." The two of them stayed in position for awhile after her words, letting the tension of the atmosphere slowly sink in.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Finally, Chaerin blinked a few times and turned to look at him.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Lets go."</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jiyong ran from YG Entertainment studios to the nearest bus stop across the street, wasting no time as he staggered along the sidewalk pavement waiting for the bus to arrive. Finally deciding it would take too long to arrive, he ended up taking the taxi instead. Climbing himself into the first one that came in sight, he immediately ordered the driver to stop by the restaurant the others were at. He gripped the edges of the seat with a strong hand,</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Dara. Just wait." Jiyong murmured to himself under a heavy breath, shifting his head to the side to watch the street and monitor the speed of their travel. As they came under a deep tunnel, he found himself fiddling from side to side in an impatient way and pleaded the driver to go faster. Receiving a quick nod, it wasn't long until they were out in the clearing again.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The night was traveling fast, the streetlights were starting to do their job. He bit his lip in worry, wondering if she was still by herself out there folding cranes. Although he didn't have to simply think of these things anymore, because the taxi came to a stop on the side of the road by Ka Chai Bar & Grill. Jiyong gave the driver the correct amount of change and rushed out of his seat, slamming the door tightly behind him and running himself into the restaurant.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After a few seconds, he had come running out realizing none of his friends we're in there. Glancing and pivoting himself around, his breathing slowly turned into pants as he started to jog his way down the cement path leading to a more isolated, quit area of the restaurant location. He was dying to see her. Dying to to finally be able to hear the sound of her sweet singsong voice again.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The way she smiled, the way they bickered with eachother...it's all become a fragile memory that he didn't want to break any longer.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Still running his way down the path, he came across a large park that was lit up only by the sidelights. No one was present at the deserted place, so he decided to move on. Just as he took a step towards the other detour way, he froze seeing a large basketball court surrounded by a large fence. It was dark all around it like the other areas of the park, but with lit up with small lights on the side.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It helped, because he could see Dara sitting on a bench folding cranes.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And her face, he realized he's never seen her make an expression like that before. She tried to hide it, but you could definitely see that she was crying lightly with her head low, wiping her tears with the side of her arm and folding the crane at the same time.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Idiot..." Jiyong said, slowly walking his way towards the side entrance of the court. When he approached the metal fence, he stared at her for another moment and then raised his head.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Locust!" He called out in a bellowing voice, immediately gaining quick jerk of her head as she turned her attention to him. She suddenly stopped everything movement of her body and glanced at him in a surprised way. Jiyong responded with a slight gulp as he began to speak again.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"You're really stupid!" He continued, "Still trying to make the crane!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He watched her for a good minute as she took a large gulp to get rid of her sniffling voice and raised her head to reply.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"You!" She called out in a quivering tone, overpowering his voice by a thousand. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, letting the tears slowly run down from her cheeks before she began to talk again. "What about you? Not showing up because of me?!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jiyong swallowed hard. She had no idea what kind of things have been going on...about the deal, too. He gave her no reply but a guilty look on his face. She continued to sob silently for a few moments.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Remember the time you saved me?" She called out, this time she completely bawled herself out. "And the ferris wheel? You told me it was really pretty at night..I want to see it! I want to see it with you!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">- JIYONG's POV -</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">At this point, I felt my eyes getting wet at her words. I continued to watch her from afar, her expression hurt me. This was the first time I saw her speak and act in so much pain...I didn't know what to say. Instead of giving her some kind of witty sentence, I found myself falling extremely silent and regretful leaving her for even a day.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"I'll definitely make the crane!" She started again, this time she began to bellow louder with more tears. "After I make it, please don't ignore me anymore! Please don't leave me! Don't say I'm not allowed to love you, because I do!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Thats it.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It seems like I've reached my limit, because before I knew it I started to charge myself through the fence doorway and into the court.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I forced my feet to stop right before her, ripping the half-successfull crane from her hands and chucking it on the ground beside us. I continued to keep my gaze glued onto her dark almond orbs even though her head was staring at the ground in shock. When I pulled her shoulders so her body crashed tightly against mine, it was like I spiralled into a world of repose. I Haven't felt reassured like this since the day where I felt like I lost her, when I was able to hold her the same way like this. It was the warm feeling of Dara's body that brought me back into the correct state of mind.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Feeling her breath becoming more steady, I slowly slacked my grip on her and pulled away a bit. My eyes met hers under the dim lighting of the court surroundings, it was then that I noticed her beauty for the very first time. Even with her current tear-stained face and glittering water based eyes, she was glowing.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">She bit her lip in nervousness as I moved a finger to wipe a fresh tear away. My hand moved its way through her hair and caught the back of her neck, and without warning, I tiled my head to the side and lowered my lips. Her mouth squirmed a little at the initiated kiss, and we pulled back for a few seconds to gaze at eachother through half opened eyes. After a short confirmation, her arms began began to wrap themselves under mine. I move closer and curled one hand around her waist, letting our bodies come in touch.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It doesn't feel wrong.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">- DARA's POV -</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I tried not to notice him standing in front of me, to not see him from the corner of my eye.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I felt something inside of me break open as his lips brushed themselves against mine. I am unable to think of anything at the moment; all I heard was the loud pounding sound of my heart against my chest. I cursed myself silently for letting him get away with making me feel all different kinds of emotions; but it wasn't a bad thing.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My head is thrown back from his eagerness, but I didn't mind it. We continued like this for a few moments, then let the motion fade itself away as we slowly began to pull back. Our noses tipped against eachother when we both stopped to catch some breath. It seemed like we were lost in eachother's gaze, because it stayed that way for awhile before he started to cradle me in his arms.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Abruptly, I felt my vision slowly turn into blurs. My body immediately felt loose and my throat was burning inside. As I squinted my eyes to adjust the view, he looked at me in a sort of curious and speculating way.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Dara?" He said, his hand now supporting the back of my head as I began to stagger. "Dara, are you-"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I didn't get the chance to hear the rest, because I immediately went out cold after that.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Twitching her eyelids, she slowly opened her mouth and gave a little yawn when her conscious was brought back. Dara slowly opened her eyes so that her pupils were able to catch sight of the ceiling above her, flexing her arms and legs through the process. She gave a little smile at the familiar clear white ceilings of her bedroom and the unique modern furnishings.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"My fever is gone." She said to herself in a low voice, slapping her hand over her forehead to double-check her instincts. She was right..her body felt much more healthier and upbeat than the night before, or the days after that. It must be because of the relief.. after all, she did many unnecessary acts these days.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Hey, get up."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">What?</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">" Dara wrinkled her nose at a voice coming from the room. She stayed still and rolled her eyes around in speculation, then shook her head and buried herself into her pillow. "My imagination, its just my imagination.."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"If you don't get up in the next five seconds, I'm gonna do something to you."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This time, she furrowed her eyebrows and shifted her head up. "What-" Her body immediately froze, eyes wide at the sight of Jiyong cuddled beside her with his head resting over his uncomfortably tucked arm. He glared at her in a pissed off way, gritting his teeth. Dara widened her eyes as she soon came to realize that she was holding onto his waist.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jolting herself up after the shock, she quickly scrambled herself to the other side of the large king sized bed, taking all of the blanket with her through the process.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Why are you sleeping beside me!? On top of that, holding me so intensely!" She exclaimed, pointing at the tired-looking Jiyong.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"You Locust! I should be sleeping in my own bed!" He responded after sitting himself in a cross-legged style, flexing out his arms where there were red marks. "Geez..It was because of you that I had to sleep in this uncomfortable position for the whole night." He rolled his eyes at the sight of her tilted, confused face.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jiyong, Don't leave..</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">" He cooed in a girly voice, wearing a sarcastic grimace on his face. "Accompany me for the night...Please go easy on me."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"WHAT?" Hearing this perverted remark, the locust traveled back to the other side of the bed and dropped the blanket so that she had the advantage to kick him straight in the guts. Jiyong responded with a low "AH!" and clutched his stomach in a painful way, squinting his eyes.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He raised his head to meet her fiery eyes. "I was just kidding!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">For a second, it seemed like everything was back to normal now. They kept their bickering mode active, as if nothing ever happened.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">They shared a moment of uncomfortable silence, Jiyong watching her blushed expression advert his gaze. Suddenly thinking of a new way to tease her, he pulled a little smirk from the corner of his lip. With a precipitous motion, he leaned himself over and scooped his arm around her waist, pulling her in and moving his weight over on top of her as they crashed down on the bed.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This definitely caused Dara to have a heart attack. A large lump was formed inside of her throat as her face turned bright red. He slightly leaned himself over her, his shoulder side leaning against her side and his arm caught crushed under waist while the other one pinning her wrist down possessively. He seemed to enjoy the sight of her extreme shyness when it came to physical contact.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Dara pursed her lips together. As she was about to open them again to say something, there was a sudden click of the door being opened. The two of them jerked their head to the side in alarm as a tall, slender girl with pink pajamas stood by the entrance with a wide eyed look.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Ah! You two!" Bom exclaimed, pointing at Dara and Jiyong as they scrambled themselves up into place and adverted their gazes from eachother. Dara slowly turned her eyes towards her unnie with a guilty look, only to find that her friend had a lurking, slithering expression on her face.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Bom grinned and leaned against the wall. "No, go on. Continue."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"If you're standing right there, how can we continue.." The blonde propped himself up with his arms behind his back and murmured, only to receive a hard smack against his head by Dara's fist.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Nothing happened, Bommie. Don't listen to his perverted remarks" She said, sending a sweet smile to her unnie as Jiyong rubbed the side of his head in pain. It seemed like he was getting bullied a lot in this scene.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Seems like everything's cleared up between you two, whatever it was." Bom remarked, pulling another smile. Jiyong and Dara exchanged looks for a few seconds before she started again. "Anyway. Come downstairs to eat..we're waiting."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The five of them sat around the large glass dining table near the kitchen island, feeding on their brunch that was served by Minzy herself. Even though she was the maknae, she was the one that usually cooked for the rest. Since Jiyong was eating with them this time, she decided to make it an actual meal instead of something iffy like the food they usually eat.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There was a strange atmosphere at the eating table. Bom and Minzy were eating happily like normal people, but the same thing couldn't be said for the other three. Jiyong and Dara ate slowly and cautiously, and Chaerin swallowed her food with abnormal speed as if she was trying to endure something.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Exchanging looks with the blonde, Dara sent her a look of wonder and speculation. Her friend suddenly looked up from her fork and raised an eyebrow.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"What are you looking at?" She asks in a normal tone, putting down her utensils and picking up her drink as if she did this everyday. Well..she kind of does.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Relieved to hear that her best friend seemed to be acting habitual again, Dara smiled and placed a meatball inside of her mouth to chew it with a happy heart. Although she still wasn't sure what </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">exactly</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> happened...she decided to mind this business later. What happened yesterday definitely made her happy, and knocked off a lot of things off her shoulder.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In the end, I couldn't make the crane.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">" She thought abruptly, her smile turning into a small frown. Although she couldn't let her guard down just yet..there were still other chances in the future for her to grab. One day, she'll definitely be able to make it and prove to him that she actually <i>could</i>.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Hnnmph!" Their attention diverted towards Minzy, who tried hard to chew down her food in a split second. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she began to speak. "Omo! Jiyong oppa and Dara unnie are going to perform their 'Hello' soon at Inkigayo, right? I can't wait!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"What?" The coffee haired girl dropped her fork and jerked her head over to the blonde. "So early?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jiyong replied with a simple nod, leaving his spoon dangling from his mouth as he reached over to grab more noodles from the pot. "We have to go see YG later to make some plans. I forgot to tell you." He murmurs through his teeth.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"I heard you composed the song by yourself" Bom remarked, smiling over her fully filled rice bowl. Jiyong replied with another nod.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Ohh, could it be that you wrote it just for you and Dara noona?" The maknae cooed, looking over to the eldest unnie and giggling. Chaerin started to chew her food slowly for a bit, but then returned to a normal pace. Dara bit her lip and looked at Ji from the corner of her eye, but he seemed to be ignoring the whole topic. But, there was a small smile pulling from his lips as he ate.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After a moment of silence except for the cling clanging of the utensils being used and the feint sound of the TV, Jiyong cleared his bowl and stood up from his chair. Chaerin raised her head and chewed the last bit of her japanese udon noodles.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Are you done?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Yeah." The blonde replied, placing his hands inside his pockets. Turning towards Dara, who was also finished with her meal, he planted a wry smile.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Come on."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Today's weather was just right; it wasn't too rainy or too sunny. Although there were still spitting rain, there was some bright sunshine too. The two of them were seen off by the rest of the 2ne1 members waving at the doorstep. After they turned the corner away from the apartment, they were alone. Dara staggered back and forth slowly along the pavement, stealing glances at the blonde walking casually beside her.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">She wondered if they were considered... </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">together together</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">, now. If there was still a need to pretend. She continued to glance at him from the corner of her eye to notice that he kept his gaze straight ahead as if she wasn't there at all.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"When are we performing?" Dara asked, trying to strike up a conversation. He turned his head towards her in sudden interest, as if he was waiting for a conversation starter the whole time.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"About a week from now."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Ah..."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">...</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">She clasped her hands together and silently sighed to herself. She gave up. Why did it feel like it was so hard to talk to him at the moment? Just awhile ago he was so playful and-</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">her body was caught off guard as he suddenly reached to the side and grabbed one of her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers. Dara's eyes went from their hands to the side of her head where she could catch a glimpse of his face. He had his free hand placed on his mouth and turned to the head, almost in like a shy or reserved way. This made her smile as she clutched his hand and gave it a light squeeze.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So when it comes to PDA, he's suddenly not so confident anymore." </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">She thought, coming up with her own conclusion. It was sort of entertaining, guess this answered her question.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Aiyo! Seunghyun!" She paused her thought as Jiyong's feet suddenly came to a stop. Her head maneuvered forward to see the sharp eyed boy walking their way. As he approached us with a feint smile, Dara sent him a little wave with her free hand.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Seeing his dark eyes roll down towards the pair intertwined hands, Jiyong lifted their hands up in a proud motion. "Success." He said, letting it fall back down as Seunghyun gave them a nod of understanding.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"YG is expecting you." He said, and even though the previous remark was already said, his eyes were still glued onto the applers hands. Jiyong noticed the bothered look and his expression immediately turned into question. Ignoring his unwanted gaze, he opened his mouth to speak.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"We're on our way." He said, eyes moving towards the Entertainment building that was visible from their current spots.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Oh, dara." Seunghyun interrupted, reaching into his pocket to pull something out. The coffee haired girl widened her eyes as she spotted a crane lying in his hands...the one he made for him. She was sure she had it with her the last time Jiyong tried to throw it out, why does he have it?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"You must have dropped it sometime ago." He explained, grabbing for her hand to reassure it goes to her safely. Just as he was about to come in contact with it, Jiyong plunged for the crane and swooped it out of his hands. It left the other two dumbstrucked as he speculated it from the side.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Thanks for returning it." The blonde smiled at his friend, Seunghyun returned the expression with a wry one. Sensing the awkward silence gliding around in the air, Dara tugged at Jiyong's hand a little in reminder of where they had to go. Seeing this motion, the dark haired boy gave a sigh and scratched the back of his head.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Well, we'll be looking forward to the choreography." He said, giving them a nod. "I'll be going."</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Bye" Dara waved him off while Jiyong sent a little nod. He cut himself around them in a swift movement and walked casually back to the apartment. Well. Things began to get a little more awkward again now that it was only the two of them again. She found it strange but yet interesting at the same time, because he seemed very professional with other women but her. Instead of bottling up her theories inside, she decided to speak them out.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Your different than before." She says in a serious tone.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He wrinkles his nose and gazes at her in a worried way, "Is that a good or bad thing?"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Neither. Because either way, it doesn't change the fact that I've fallen in love with you..." Dara felt her face becoming red at her own words, it was unlikely of her to say such a thing. Although it was alright, because he managed to pull a smile between his lips.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Seems like things were going to be much more interesting from now on.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#444444;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://saranghaedaragon.blogspot.com/2009/12/chpter-25-gwiyeoun-girl.html">{ Chapter Twenty Five }</a></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span>O1爱。http://www.blogger.com/profile/10176236258321631732noreply@blogger.com3