Flashback:

"So now you're going out with that After School girl?" Taeyang questions me as soon as I 

Great. What am I supposed to say? 

"Hyung, leave him. He already has so much on his plate." Thankfully I have a maknae who's useful for once. "He wasn't going to get Yoona anyway. She hates his guts. She deserves so much better than him." He spits out. 

Don't kill him. Don't murder him. 

Glaring at him, I take a shot of my drink. 

Wait a minute. Why am I getting pissed? Glaring at him, I stand up.

"Ji!" I heard Youngbae shout from behind me. But I stomp away angrily. I felt guilty from hiding it from them. She's right. Just me and her. No one else. Just the two of us building the relationship which was once lost. Maybe we needed that. We just needed to talk, release our anger and pain on one another to move on from the past. This time I'm not letting her go anywhere. Though I am going to find out who did it even if she doesn't want to tell me yet. I'm going to find them and destroy them. 

Walking to my car, I visualise her face. Glowing under the dimmed light. The girl I had been dreaming all my life. I could die of happiness now. I know we won't forget our past. But, at least we can move from it all and start afresh. A new beginning. Not as the young Im Yoona And Kwon Jiyong, but as adults. 

Flashback Ends

'Where are you?' Here I was feeling like a teenage boy picking up his first girlfriend. 

Suddenly, it felt as if the time had stopped. There she was walking down the stairs in plain jeans and shirt. Her short hair dancing around with the wind, as she tried tugging them behind her ears. Failing horribly. She glances up, her eyes searching for something. She finds it as she heads in my direction, a wide grin gracing her face. 

Unlocking the car, she opens the door for the passenger seat, gliding inside it.

"Hello." I say, wanting to hit my head repeatedly for making it awkward.

"Hello," she replies, briefly glancing at me before putting on her seatbelt.

Her brows raise in question as she stares at me in confusion, "What?" I ask feeling a bit self-conscious for the first time after a long time. 

"Are you going to drive or are we having our date in here?" I couldn't help but smile at her sarcastic tone. No one has ever used that on me, even my close friends or relatives. I guess they are too scared to. 

"I don't mind having our date here. It looks comfy. what do you think?" I , with her rolling her eyes in response. 

Shaking my head, I pull the car on drive. Fortunantely, the fans didn't know that I brought this car too. Despite me wanting to show off my assets, I kept this car a secret. The only reason why I was showing off my lavish lifestyle was because I knew it was going to make headlines on the front page of every social sites and newspaper, and that somehow it would reach her ear at what she was missing out on. I had wanted her to feel the envy at what she could've had. 

Glancing at her, the back of her head was facing me as she was staring at the world outside. Her fingers pointing at the people outside who thought that they were in the New York Fashion show. I knew she was trying to control her laughter by the way she was biting her bottom lips, I mean their "so-called" fashion statement was loud and clear... wannabe G-dragon. Even if I should be happy people seeing people dress like that, I wasn't amused at all, especially with that ridiculous colourful long hair and big hats covering their faces. 

Parking the car in my own private land, I turn off the car, taking out my seatbelt and reaching for my bag in the back