Prologue

Dara

Daragon. Nyongdal. Applers. JiDara.

They go by different names, they come from different countries and they have nothing in common, except for one thing: they all want me to end up with G-Dragon aka. Kwon Jiyong.

Fools.

If only I could, I’d tell them to stop looking for evidence, editing fanvids and writing of all things, fanfiction that detail our defy-all-odds-you-and-me-against-the-world love affair. Because all that, as the word connotes, is fiction. Made-up fantastical scenarios that do not in any way resemble how we are in real life.  Separately, we are the newsmakers of our respective groups (For better or for worse I’m the 2NE1 visual and he is the G-Dragon); but together. Now that’s a different story altogether. Our group mates think it’s comfort- the result of having years and years of shared history, insider jokes and YG family mandatory events spent together. Yang Hyun Suk makes these vague head gestures and says it’s that intangible money-making magic called chemistry. Our legions of shippers… now I don’t quite know what they see ; but whatever it is, they think it’s worth spending hours after hours of their lives (online and out of it) on.

Fools.

Me, Sandara Park and Kwon Jiyong are not lovers; neither are we enemies; nor are we friends. It will be a big letdown to everyone because for all our reputed chemistry together, we are merely acquaintances—two people who happen to work together in the same company, nothing more and nothing less. But because our team works in our favor, we let the delusions live on. It’s harmless and it’s profitable. There’s nothing lose.

G-Dragon.

Daragon. Nyongdal. Applers. JiDara.

They go by different names, they come from different countries and they have nothing in common, except for one thing: they all want me to end up with Sandara Park.

Fools.

If only I could, I’d sit every delusional fan girl down and tell them that their precious “Daragon” is not real. And no our “couple” rings, hair weave and t-shirts don’t mean that we’re sleeping together—it just so happened that we share the same stylists. Sure she’s pretty and has that all-Korean-pure-girl-next-door vibe going for her but she is not my type. And no, this doesn’t mean that I go for boys. Sandara has never been and will never be the type of girl that I will fall for.

Daragon works though. And I think for both our sakes, we should milk it for all it’s worth.