I beg of you, Chung Tzu,

Do not climb into our homestead,

Do not break the willows we have planted.

GD's POV

 

After being scolded by Appa YG, I had to get out of that building or I might go mad. The stress was unimaginable. I ruffle my hair and decide to take a break.

 

I put my “disguise” on and ran to the nearest convenient store to the building. I ordered the usual – a cup of coffee and a doughnut.

 

There was only one table left – the rest of the people from the other tables had claimed they were waiting for company.

 

 A lone girl sat there. I was hesitant, a fan girl was not what I needed right now – don’t get me wrong. I love them, but oh what the heck – who knows a little appreciation might go a long way today, if she recognizes me.

 

“Uhm, excuse me?” I mumbled as I approached her table. She looked up, and reluctantly nodded offering me a small smile.

 

I smiled back and sat in front of her. I observed her as I sipped my hot beverage – not too bitter, not too sweet – just perfect. 

 

Anyway, she was looking at a map and had her palm on her forehead by now. She seemed anxious, like she was about to cry. Was she lost? Maybe she was a tourist, a foreigner?

 

She was wearing a cute white bonnet, had gloves on and a jacket. I could tell that she had layers of shirts inside it. Was she cold?

 

I cleared my throat and pushed my coffee towards her. She looked up at me, and behind my shades we made eye contact. Omo, her eyes – so pretty. I wonder if she heard me think, I wonder if she knew, I wonder if she could see through me.

 

I immediately snap myself out of the stance and smile

 

“Here.” She smiled and shook her head no. “I insist, miss. You seem cold.”

 

She seemed hesitant as well, so innocent.

 

“Don’t worry. I’m not sick.” I cracked as I placed my hand forward, insisting she take a sip.

 

She smiled in amusement, and took a sip of the coffee. Thanking me before she looked back down on her reading material. I nodded and took a bite of my doughnut.

 

After a few moments she put her other hand up her forehead now. She looked so desperate.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked

 

“I… Well, I…” she stammered in her words, I couldn’t help but smile at her.

 

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” I reassured her

 

“I’m…” she sighed in defeat “… Lost”

 

“Maybe I can help?”

 

“Please.”

 

I scooted over to her side and looked at her map, for a moment I got distracted – she has this pretty and nice perfume on her. She pointed at a few places I was familiar with and gave her the instructions on how to get there.  She smiled and thanked me.

 

She introduced herself, she had such a beautiful name – it suit her pretty face.

 

“Call me Ji.” I nodded and smiled back.

 

 

Not that I mind about the willows,

But I am afraid of my father and mother.

Chung Tzu I dearly love;

But of what my father and mother say

Indeed I am afraid.

YOUR POV

 

“How could I repay you?”  I asked him out of the blue after a fun conversation –it only has been say, 2 hours – and it feels like we know each other so well now.

 

“No, you don’t need to.” He smiled

 

“I won’t take no for an answer! You offered me coffee and helped me out. Anything.”

 

“No, it was no problem.” He chuckled.

 

“But…” I muttered before he cut me off.

 

“I would like to have your number, though.” He grinned and I was taken aback.

 

“Pardon?”

 

He pulled out his phone and smiled at me, I felt my cheeks heat up at his smile, oh God I hope he didn’t notice.

 

“The only way you can repay me is if you let me be your friend.”

 

I smiled, and this time it was my turn to make him blush. I took out my phone and tinkered on it for a bit.

 

“I haven’t memorized my number yet.” I confessed as I copied my number to his phone then gave it back to him.

 

He smiled and dialed my number, my phone sang my ring tone as the call came in.

 

This Love. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

 

I immediately declined the call, and saved his number. I looked up at him and saw that he was staring at me in awe.

 

“Wh-what?” I asked, did I do something wrong? Was I too obvious that I was somehow interested in him as well? Wait, as well? Was he even interested in me?

 

“N-nothing.” He smiled before answering me, he seemed so amused. His phone rang and he immediately answered it.

 

“Nne. Nne. Arasso, arasso.” He hung up and pressed the phone hard “Aissh.” He seemed irritated.

 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, rather worried.

 

“It’s nothing. I have to go now. My boss is calling for me.” He said as he stood from his chair, I followed him taking my bag with me.

 

“I think I should, too. It’s getting late.” I said “Where do you work?”

 

He seemed amused and nodded towards the building, I took a peek of the building. YG. My eyes widened a bit. I looked towards him, he lifted his glasses and revealed himself.

 

“It was nice meeting you. Let’s talk soon. Okay?” he winked and smiled that famous smile of his. I was astonished – it was him. G-Dragon, Kwon Ji Yong of BIG BANG.

 

“Call me if you get into any trouble.” He said before walking away.

 

“Nice meeting you too.” I was able to utter out and wave, I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

 

No wonder he smiled at my ringtone.

 

I beg of you, Chung Tzu,

Do not climb over our wall,

Do not break the mulberry-trees we have planted.

 

“I love you.” Jiyong said as we sat by a hill that overlooked the beauty of Seoul. It was late at night so there was not much people. It was amazing how he found the time to hang out with me.

 

“E-eh?” I was surprised I lifted my head from his shoulder, I felt him lighten his grip from my arm, he had his arm around me. He was looking down.

 

It has been 6 months since we first met at the convenience store by the YG Building. 6 months of push and pull, of chasing, of sleepless nights just to be able to talk, of supposedly groggy mornings – but were taken away by each other’s messages.

 

“I—“ he looked up at me cutting me from my sentence.

 

“It’s okay.” He smiled and slowly lifted his arms from me.

 

I took his hand, stopping him.

 

I stared into his eyes, he stared back at me. The moonlight making his eyes illuminate. I couldn’t help but notice that he wanted to cry, his eyes full of emotion.

 

We stayed like that for a good minute, our heart thumping like mad.

 

“Jiyong…” I muttered under my breath and came closer. He closed his eyes and leaned in.

 

Our lips met, his lips were soft. I think my heart just burst now. He kisses became intense, it turned into hunger. He placed his hands behind my neck pushing me closer as I wrapped my arms around him.

 

I pulled away and we stared into each other’s eyes again.

 

Jiyong’s eyes were so beautiful, I always loved looking at them – even how they disappeared when he would smile.

 

“I love you too, Jiyong oppa.”

 

He smiled and pulled me back for another kiss.

 

 

Not that I mind about the mulberry-trees,

But I am afraid of my brothers.

Chung Tzu, I dearly love;

But of what my brothers say

Indeed I am afraid

 

GD's POV

 

“Stop meeting her, Jiyong.” Appa YG said.

 

I felt my knees weak, I wanted to cry. I choked.

 

“W-what?” was all I could muster up

 

“You heard me Jiyong. The media is eating you up.” YG continued.

 

“No. We'll be more careful.” I said.

 

“No! You said that before, Jiyong! Don’t you care about your name anymore?! The company?! Big Bang?! Your fans!” YG’s voice rose.

 

“B-But!” I argued

 

“Enough, Kwon Ji Yong! You need to break up with her!” he said now shouting.

 

“No!” I said “I can’t! I can’t!” I screamed and stormed away. Crying.

 

 

I beg of you, Chung Tzu,

Do not climb into our garden

Do not break the hard-wood we have planted.

 

Your POV

 

“Jiyongieoppa.” I muttered as I sat on the same spot we had always loved being in since the day we got together. The atmosphere was quiet but tense.

 

“Hm?”  he mumbled as he sat down next to me “What is it, Jagi?”

 

“Nothing. You seem… problematic.” I said rather worried.

 

“It’s nothing.” He continued

 

“Stop pretending. I’ve been reading the internet.” I confessed

 

“I just got a scolding from YG Appa as all.” He said looking down.

 

I was silent, I looked down. I sniffed.

 

“Jagiya, what’s wrong?” he said jolting towards me.

 

“I...I…I’m sorry.” I was able to mutter, I started crying. “I’m sorry. I always get you into so much trouble, I’ve been nothing but problems for you since we got together.” I had lost all my poise now, I wiped my tears under the shades I wore.

 

“No! Jagi, please don’t think that way. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Arasso? Please stop crying.” Jiyong begged as he wrapped his arms around me.

 

He didn’t want to lose me. I didn’t want to lose him.

 

I crashed myself into his chest, his tshirt now slightly wet because of my tears.

 

“Shhh.” Jiyong calmed me, caressing my hair. “Stop crying, Jagi. We can do this. No matter what.”

 

I nodded, we stayed like that for a minute or two before Jiyong pulled away and smiled at me, pushing my bangs away from my face.

 

“Now let me see my one and only love, aish. Tears don’t suit you.” Jiyong said as he took my shades away.

 

His eyes widened and I looked down.

 

“What happened to you?!” he asked and I started to tear up again.

 

Under those huge shades revealed a huge bruise under my right eye, Jiyong held my face up I saw his eyes, it was full of worry. I pulled away and looked down.

 

“Appa…” I answered

 

“Was he drunk again last night?” he asked and I answered with a nod and choked.

 

“I was so mad when he insulted you, he told me that you were only playing me. He--- he.” I couldn’t finish my sentence.

 

Jiyong stared at me with pity and held my hand tight.

 

“He… He told me if boys would play with pretty girls, what more with me. I… I tried defending myself and only got a punch in the face, he pulled my hair even. I ran to my room before he could do more damage.” I said in between cries.

 

“Then? The next morning he pretended as if nothing happened?” Jiyong knew my of a father well. I nodded, I felt his anger.

 

He pulled me close again as I kept my cries in.

 

“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t want to add to your trouble but---“

 

“No. No, don’t think that way Jagi. I told you to always call me when you are in trouble right? I will keep my word.” Jiyong said trying to calm me again. Man was I such a cry baby.

 

For a long time he only held me close, he let me sob my heart out, he rubbed my back. I felt he wanted to cry, too. He caressed my hair and “ssh”-ed me.

 

“Let’s elope.” Jiyong said.

 

“What?”

 

Not that I mind about the hard-wood,

But I am afraid of what people will say

 

 

I looked out of my window and saw Jiyong’s car parked outside. What was I doing? All I knew was I loved him so dearly. But was this the right thing to do?

 

He stepped out of his car waving at my window, I waved back and took my bags and slowly walked out.

 

I reached the end of the stairs, by the living room was my once again drunken father – the TV was left open but I could hear him snoring. I tip toed towards the door and opened it.

 

Once our eyes met he came over to me and hugged me, I held him so tight and we kissed for a moment, our lips tingling at each other’s presence.

 

“I need you to help me with my bags.” I muttered under my breath as our lips parted. Jiyong nodded and slowly walked inside our house.

 

He took most of the bags and I took the lighter ones, I pulled my index finger up my lips and signaled him to go out.

 

As we were about to leave the door, we heard a scream from somewhere in the street.

 

“Hyung!” a familiar voice shouted, but it was too far for Jiyong  to recognize. I panicked, and turned my head towards my father.

 

“Hurry” Jiyong said as he let me go out first. The both of us were almost running.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?!” my heat jumped at the voice that boomed behind us. I turned my head towards the door and saw my father who had been playing with his gun.

 

“O-oppa, run.” I said panicking

 

“No, no. Just go, run. Hurry to the car.” Jiyong said running behind me.

 

We felt sandwiched, the presence from outside the street slowly revealing himself.  I panicked.

 

“You!!” my father shouted.

 

“Get away! Leave us alone!” I screamed, almost crying from the fear.

 

“Him?! What did I tell you about him?!” he shouted, Jiyong and I froze on our place as I saw him lift his gun.

 

“No! Jiyong run!” I shouted surrendering myself to the last flash of light I would ever see. And before I could feel the impact on me, I saw a slim yet well-built body stand in my way.

 

BANG!

 

Blood splattered from his back, my eyes widened and I caught the body from behind. It was all too familiar. The face, the half-open lids, he was catching his breath.

 

“Hyung!!”

 

“Jiyong…” I closed my tear-filled eyes. What had just happened? Is this real? The love of my life, in my arms – fighting a battle for his life that he will inevitably lose.

 

“Oppa… Don’t…” I muttered.

 

a lone tear left Jiyong’s eye. And I felt my own tears escaping mine.

 

“Jagiya…”

 

I shot my eyes open and I was catching my breath. Where was I? I was sweating, panting. I shot up a bit. I was in my bed. Then it hit me.

 

I whimpered, I covered my face with my palms and started weeping.

               

“Jagi?” a familiar voice said as I heard a chair turn around. I immediately sat up and looked to my side.

 

“Oppa!!” I cried and he was taken aback, he walked towards me and sat next to me on the bed.

 

“J-Jiyongieoppa!!” I cried even harder

 

“What is it? Did you have a bad dream?” Jiyong asked rather worried.

 

“Y..yes” I said in between sobs.

 

“A—appa YG wanted you to break up with me. I had a drunkard father and… and… and we eloped. Then then he shot you. I… I thought you died!!” I cried out as I buried my face in his shoulder.

 

Jiyong wrapped his arms around me.

 

“It was just a dream, Jagi.” He said smiling and wrapped his arms around me.

 

“Please don’t leave me, oppa. Please.” I cried

 

“Who ever said I will? I will never leave my love, my sweet, my wonderful, my fantastic baby.” He smirked as he lifted his legs to the bed, lying down next to me. He held me closer, kissing my head.

 

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asked.

 

“Y-yes. The store.” I answered

 

“Mhmm, I asked if I could sit next to you.”

 

“Yeah, and you gave me coffee to make me warm.”

 

“And you were lost.”

 

“Oppa~”

 

“Hahaha. And I asked for your number.”

 

“Yes, you called me so I could save your number and—“

 

“Your ringtone was my song. This Love.”

 

“No wonder you smiled. Aigoo my oppa is so conceited.”

 

Jiyong giggled, I felt his stomach vibrate a bit.

 

“How about when we first got together?”

 

I nodded “4 years ago, by our favorite spot. You thought I was rejecting you.”

               

“Yah jagiya~” he responded rather embarrassed and it was my turn to giggle.

 

I had finally calmed down from my tears.

 

He held me closer and kissed my head again, I felt safe in his arms. The both of us felt like we would just drift away.

 

I looked up at him filled with love, and so did he.

 

Our hearts felt like they were beating us one, felt like they were beating in sync. His smiles melted, his eyes penetrated mine.

 

“I love you.” Jiyong said as he leaned closer.                              

 

“I love you too.”

 

“Forever?”

 

“And ever.”

 

 

Indeed I am afraid

 

 

END