Based off of: YG Artists are known to share a lot of things amongst each other; from designer shirts to the tiniest of accessories. 

"The new catalog just came in!" Bom immediately rose from her deep sleep the moment she heard the news. 

Every few months or so, a fairly thick catalog would arrive for the artists to choose from. Of course, the clothing bought would be applied to their promotions and upcoming comebacks, if there were any. If not, they would simply use what they've specially ordered for their own casual wear. Same goes for the accessories as well.

Although the catalog was fairly thick and varied in styles and multiple colors, there was always cases in which two would want the same piece. And their stubborn nature and determination to get what they want could never compromise. Therefore, the ones unable to settle their 'dispute' would have to up their pride a bit and match with the other.

But things couldn't be that simple. There were clashes here and there. Arrangements as to where and when one would be able to wear or use the article to avoid speculation. Though of course, the agreement never followed through and sent YG fans crazy. Some even believing the assumption that it could be a 'couple' piece.

"Where is it?!" The drowsiness she once felt no longer existed and as if teasing her, her manager held the magazine behind his back through the half-opened door that she called her bedroom door.

"The President wants everyone to meet and order this time. He's not letting things get as hectic as before." Bom sulked. 

"Not even a peek?" She tried to convince him. It's been four months since the last order came in and that truly was the worst shipment they've ever experienced. The variety was slim that time and everyone clashed. So in the end, YG ordered every single item on the list yet no one wanted to wear it due to the lack of originality. As if the piece were tainted if someone else had worn the exact same thing.

"Nope. Come on, you don't want to make everyone wait. They might actually get a peek if you don't hurry up and get ready." He was definitely conniving this morning and Bom couldn't help but side-eye him. He was right though. She couldn't risk the fact that everyone has been waiting for the new catalog to order from and not even the price could hold anyone back.

And there was one huge factor that made Bom speed through her morning rituals as if she were a part of the Olympics. 

Big Bang was to make their long awaited comeback after months of controversy and she knew how a particular someone got when it came to fashion.

She wouldn't give in no matter what.

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Bom entered the room with a pair of Chanel sunglasses that she had secretly purchased on her own. With her manager and purse in tow, she took the nearest and most convenient seat next to her lovely Maknae. Baby Minji.

"Pinch me." Se7en nudged TOP who sat to his right. "There's no way that she's here this early." TOP raised his hand in a teasing manner and taunted the latter as if he were really going to live up to his words. 

"I could say the same for him." Bom added in. She wasn't the only one with the tendency to be late. There were two others that shared the same habit that she did. Surprisingly, one of the two made it early.

"Noona, I couldn't wait to see you. That's why I came here early." He leaned forward towards her as she sat across of him - wedged in between Minji and Dara - and fluttered his eyes. Bom felt Dara tense beside her, but with her next actions, Dara immediately calmed in assurance that what he truly meant was to be taken in a joking manner.

"Oh please." She made a gagging noise. "We're all here to take our claim on what we want. I'm surprised the main fashionista isn't here yet." Bom placed her purse onto her lap as she voiced out the absence of Big Bang's leader.

"Speaking of the devil." Se7en chimed in a muttered tone as the door opened. Along came Jiyong and the President in the lead. Everyone's eyes watched and followed as the President took a seat at the top of the table. He had rarely called for such meetings where all of the artists needed to be there. 

"I've talked with Jiyong a few moments ago," YG started off. Bom's blood immediately turned hot. He had used his position to get the first choice. 

"Hell no." She thought. Turns out, she had said it loud enough for everyone to hear and stare at her with their eyes wide. 

"Bom? Is there a problem?" The President questioned, a bit astonished by her bluntness.

"Yes, there is." She had already voiced out her thoughts so there was no turning back now. She cleared . "I think it's unfair that Jiyong gets first pick. Big Bang may be having their comeback within a month's time, but what about 2NE1? What about us?" CL couldn't help but nod in agreement as well as the two other members.

"We're leaving for Japan to promote and we can't be wearing the same outfits that we did the last time we were there. Looks may not be everything, but we're different. We're not like the other girls out there and I refuse to accept the fact that Jiyong gets special treatment during every order that we have. It's unfair not only to us girls, but to the other members as well." Bom continued. The rest were all intimidated to add in more of what had popped up in their minds, but they did have to admit that what Bom had said was true.

"I understand," A smile crept onto her face, "But,"

There was always a 'but.' Bom rolled her eyes internally.

"Big Bang has been through a rough patch and they're new album needs to be top notch. Jiyong will go first for the group's stage outfits then we'll let Chaerin submit all of your outfits." The decision was final and Bom just slumped in her seat. Things couldn't get any worse.

--

She had talked too soon. 

As Jiyong put in what was to be ordered, she flipped through the pages carefully and the moment her eyes landed on a particular piece, she looked over at Chaerin, indicating that that was what she wanted to wear while they would be in Japan.

"Number 001187 for TOP hyung, number 001805 for Youngbae hyung, number 002689 for Daesung, number 001212 for Seungri, and for me…" Jiyong pursed his lips as he continued to scan over the mix of numbers that he had jotted down on a loose leaf paper. 

From the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but notice the page that the Spring Goddess had her eyes glued on. He glanced down at his own copy of the catalog and smirked. They had landed upon the same page and just to mess with her, he was going to pick it. Even if he had another piece in mind, the thought of teasing his noona to the point she would become frustrated pleased him. Weird, but true.

"Number 002403."

"No, you are not taking that!" Bom sounded off. There was no way that she was going to let him take it. Even if it was just a piece of clothing, her pride was at stake here and she needed to prove a point to the President.

"Why not? No one else did." He challenged her.

"That is because you went first. You always do." Her last line spoken with an underlying meaning behind them. Something that was kept a secret between just the two of them. Not one soul knew of their little…rendezvous a couple months back. 

"Bom, we'll just make it a double order." YG decided and fell.

"Sajangnim, I appreciate the thought, but I can't. For once, I want things my way. Besides, I think it'll look much better on me than him. By the way it looks, it's a bit long so I can turn it into a really short dress. No problem." She justified.

"Hyung," Jiyong called out to YG. "Order one."

"You're letting Bom take it?" Jiyong was rarely one to give in. Of course, his gentleman side would show and he'd bend a bit, but as far as everyone's witnessed, never did he give in with Bom. 

"No, we're going to share."

The room fell silent.

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"I am not going to share it with you like they did in the movies with traveling pants, Jiyong. Fine," She gave up. She was tired of fighting with him. Especially the tiniest of things. "I'll just stick to wearing the dress that Chaerin ordered for the entire promotions. Take the damn shirt. After all, it's just a shirt."

Bom threw her hands up and made her departure.

They were the last two standing outside of the meeting room; everyone had gone off to either rehearsals or the cafeteria to get something to eat. All of that being an excuse to get away from the disputing two.

"Bom, don't be mad at me." He tugged on her wrist. "There's a reason as to why I want just one."

She could hear the sincerity in his voice and decided to hear him out even for just a moment. She assumed he needed just that much.

"And what may that reason be?"

He stayed silent and as if an idea came to mind, he dragged her towards the nearest room. He locked the door behind him.

"What if we decided that we want to wear it at the same time?"

"In that case, I'll be the one with it and you'll have to retrieve it from me." She nodded. He would be the one to wear it first by orders from YG. She would have to get it somehow if she planned on wearing it as well.

"And how will I do that especially if we're in different places?"

"You'll need to get it from me personally. No exceptions." He remained firm on his decision. 

"Jiyong, stop going around in circles. How are we going to settle this? You'll get it one week, I'll get it from you and there, I'll take it with me to Japan."

"But there's a certain way that I want you to get it from me." She gulped as he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and mischievously kissed her on the cheek. She knew where this conversation was headed and a part of her loved it.

"And what might that be?" She whispered with a hoarse tone as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side as he traveled from her cheek to her bare neck. 

Jiyong stopped his ministrations and cupped her face in both of his hands. Staring intently at her in the eyes, she was allured into his stare. 

"Nothing. I want you in absolutely nothing." A momentary pause occurred.

"No problem." Bom groaned. She tossed aside the hat he wore on his head and yanked him towards her aggressively.

The four people who had seemingly been there at the wrong time all held their mouths agape as they turned their heads for verification that the sight before them was truly real.

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A few months later...

Minji felt a chill go up her spine. The scarring memory of the one particular shirt would follow her as she remembered one tiny detail.

She had worn the shirt as well and must have carried all of the memories that it held.

A/N: I didn't realize how long it's been since I've posted something on here! Well, here you go! I wrote this completely not knowing what the end would be like until I actually got to it. Lol. Anyways, if you haven't already seen, I've posted a new G-Bom story up (and have yet to post up the first chapter).

Thank you all for reading! <3