credit : the12wolves@SPZ

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"Good morning!"

“Ah, good morning, Dara," said Jaejoong who was currently busy with the frying pan. "Wake up late again? Did you forget to set the alarm, again?"

Dara bit her lower lip and started doing aegyo like a super fat and chubby rabbit."Ne~ oppa.. Mianhaeyong."

Jaejoong smirked. "Stop it. It's gross."

"Excuse meeeeee?" Dara pouted cutely while knocking the table like a little kid. Jaejoong just laughed without even looking at her. "Ah, wait! Why did you wake up..so early? Oppa isn't a morning person.." Dara said pursing her lips.

Her oppa smiled as he raised the pot and then put the omelet on Dara's plate carefully. "Finish your food. I don't wanna be late, again. And... yeah. I just wanna wake up early today just to make sure that my little sis forgot about her nightmare of Jiyong already."

Jaejoong raised his eyebrows, picked an apple on the table, and walked away leaving Dara who could only open with unbelievable expression. "I’ll wait for you in the car, saeng.*" (sis)

"Ya! Park Jaejoong! You! The most annoying twin brother ever!" Dara shouted, but Jaejoong had already disappeared behind the door. She snorted softly, sliced the omelette, and put it into . Suddenly, her mind wandered back to 3 years ago where she met with Jiyong for the first time...

Flashback

'YG Seoul Art & Music' High School.'

High School of Art and Music Specialists is an elite school in Seoul which is just interested in certain people. That is where Jaejoong and Dara go. Both are the grandchildren of the YG Corporation's Chairman, Yang Hyun Seok.

Dara, she's good at singing, dancing, and she’s also has an excellent talent for playing the piano so well that it makes men fall in love with her charm and her angelic face. But behind that, Dara is actually just an ordinary girl. She wasn't very sociable and didn't have many friends although many girls at school admired her. Dara also wasn’t a girl who liked to talk a lot even if it was just to gossip about men. Nor was she the girl who liked to show off wealth and accessories like many other girls. Dara was just different from others, and she had been like that since she was kid since both of her parents, Park Yoo Jin and Yang Mi-rae, died in plane crash while traveling to America for business. Well... call it a "traumatic" experience. Since then, the state required Jaejoong and her to live under the care of their grandfather.

She became a fragile loner. Jaejoong was her only strength. The best oppa who always protected her like a guardian angel. Her lifeline. Her everything. Until one day, came along a handsome and charming guy named Kwon Jiyong, who slowly gave a new color in her life.

Autumn of 2010.

Each lunch break, Dara always spent time in the garden behind the school where the green grass stretched before her since it gave her serenity. She could always be found sitting under the large shady trees listening to her favorite songs through her iPod. Always.

"Hey."

Dara blinking her eyes looked around to find the owner of the voice.

"Jeogi.. do you come here often, Sandara-ssi?"

Dara gasped. She looked up to see the face of the owner of the voice, the owner of that beautiful voice. She didn't think there would be another person who knew this place apart from her and Jaejoong. "Nugu..seyo? I'm sorry, do I know you?" Dara said slowly, still holding in one side of her earphones.

"Ani, but I know who you are. Sandara Park. Just.. who doesn't know you?! You're the Chairman's granddaughter, geji?!" He chuckled softly sitting down beside her. "Kwon Jiyong-ieyo. Bangapda." said the boy again while lifting his hand, waiting for Dara to reply.

Time seemed to stop.

Dara studied him. Namja with silver white hair and thin bangs showed her a very sweet smile like a child. Handsome. His scent is soft yet masculine. It hypnotized her for a moment making the oxygen get caught in ."Ne, bangapda." Dara replied in a low voice.

Then silence suddenly enveloped them.

"...I think this is destiny." Jiyong said breaking the silence.

"Eh?"

"Fate. You and me. We meet here. You know? I don't think there will be another per