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So here it is, the second chapter. A bit longer than the previous one :) Forgive me for these long descriptions of Jiyong's thoughts but they are quite important to let you understand his complicated personality :D

Hope you'll like it!

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Time for changes

(Jiyong's P.O.V)

“Find yourself a model,” he said.

If it could be that easy. T.O.P didn’t have any idea how this simple order scared me.

It was my own fault. I made him think of me the way he did. The image of G-Dragon was far different from the real me. But I had no choice. I doubted that he would be even slightly interested in talking to a mousy person like me. So I invented a few things about myself. All right, more than a few…

I slapped my forehead and stood up suddenly, causing the chair to fall back. The sound of it hitting the floor was muffled by the thick carpet what annoyed me that much that I kicked the innocent chair. The only result was terrible pain in my toes.

“!”

I started jumping on one leg cursing aloud and almost slipped on the pencils scattered all over the room. I froze immediately, trying no to lose balance.

Okay. Calm down, Jiyong. That way you’ll kill yourself before breakfast.

I took a few deep breaths and put the sore foot on the ground. After checking if I was able to move it, I started walking around the room, biting my lower lip. I couldn’t properly focus on my dilemma because I had to constantly watch my step not to trip over clothes, books and drawing accessories which covered every inch of the floor in my bedroom. I slowly collected all of the things that refrained me from finding a solution to my problem and put them in the corner. Finally, I had the desired space that was needed to let my genius work.

I spent about five minutes walking in circles without a single useful thought on my mind.

I stopped to look in the mirror. And then I had the brainwave.

I came closer to the mirror, watching with aversion the person looking at me with the same disgusted expression. His face was pale, a bit chubby. Every strand of his brown hair was standing up in different angle. I touched my head with both hands and brushed my hair with fingers. The boy did the same. It was better now.

The only thing that I liked in his appearance were his deep eyes in the colour of hot dark chocolate. His eyelashes were quite long - they made him look like a girl.

It couldn’t be me. I couldn’t agree with it. Why did I look so childish, without any special eye-catching feature?

The person in the mirror wasn’t the true me. I knew it.

The person, who should be standing there, was G-Dragon. The inner-me.

The person who I described to T.O.P.

I saw him with the eyes of my imagination.

The same face, but slightly tanned, without these dark circles under eyes, with a light touch of make-up - eyeliner would be fine. His - my - hair dyed light blonde, in a hairstyle that would show individuality and original personality. An ear piercing? Why not.

I sighed and the vision of G-Dragon disappeared. There was still little dorky Jiyong in the mirror. But I promised myself that he would soon become GD.

Neither my parents nor teachers would allow me to dye my hair or have my ears pierced, so that kind of changes in appearance would have to wait until I graduated. But still I could do something with my behaviour. I was aware that I wouldn’t be able to release G-Dragon at once, but being a bit more confident would make a good beginning.

All of my pangs of conscience connected with lying to T.O.P stopped worrying me. By the time I would decide that we could meet up, I would have been a totally different person. Different to everyone who knew me at the current state but very familiar to my friend who would never meet goofy Jiyong.

“Find yourself a model,” he said? Fine!

Wait for it, T.O.P! Today I will ask someone to work with me!

Happy that I found a way out and that I would be able to fulfill T.O.P’s order, I came back to the big pile of clothes which had grown in the corner and started looking for my favourite pair of black jeans. Mission ended with successes. The jeans weren’t dirty and not too creased. I opened my wardrobe and took one of the white shirts. A shirt and a grey blazer were obligatory elements of my school uniform. I reminded myself that mom had washed the jacket, and it probably was hanging in the bathroom, already ironed, ready for me to put it on.

The doors creaked as I opened it. The lights in the corridor were switched off, so I assumed that my older sister was still fast asleep. I tiptoed to the bathroom.

I was right - the blazer was there. After I had washed my face, brushed my teeth and dressed up, I decided to comb my hair. It was quite unusual - every morning I tended to ignore every mirror in my house to avoid looking at my pitiful face. But well, today I had spent some time “admiring“ my appearance and even promised myself to change it. I felt obligated to do something, just to give it a try. While searching for a brush in my mom’s stuff I found a tube of hair gel. I read the label with a bit of skepticism but eventually squeezed out some of the sticky substance. I glanced at my reflection and could see G-Dragon nodding to me with his gorgeous shiny lips curved in a big smile .

Okay, let’s do it.

I put clammy fingers into my hair and started moving them timidly. I didn’t let GD out of my sight. He showed me what to do. After few seconds his help wasn’t needed anymore. I started playing with my hair by myself, stylizing it and making it look the way I had always wanted. I simply adored my new hairstyle! I should have tried it earlier!

I admired my reflection, thinking highly of my artistic abilities. There was talent in those hands. No one would deny it.

“Go on, you know there is one more thing you should do!” G-Dragon encouraged me with satisfaction on his beautiful face.

“One more thing…?” I repeated, surprised.

Why am I talking with my imaginary self in the mirror?

He pointed at my sister’s vanity case.

What the hell…?

I slowly ped the pink case and started to glance through its contents.

A black eyeliner found its way to my hands.

“Is this what you want?” I asked GD, but he only smiled.

My hands were shaking like mad when I tried drawing a thin line on my eyelid, I almost gouged my eye out. Man, I couldn’t believe that women did it every day. It was impossible for me to be worse than them. They could be demons knowing how to use such devilish objects, but I was going to conquer the world. A stupid eyeliner wouldn’t stand in my way.

A few attempts later I managed to get my hand used to holding the eyeliner properly. I found my own way to do it. I simply imagined that I was drawing on a canvas. A canvas which wasn’t really well stringed, made of human skin and with one weak spot that couldn’t be touched. I succeeded in applying my first makeup ever and my eyes remained unharmed.

“Jiyong, breakfast’s ready!”

It was my mom. Her loud shout was soon followed by the sound of slamming door. She must have left for work. She was a nurse in a local hospital and worked hard every day from morning till late evening.

Her leaving made me realise how late it was. I quickly hid the eyeliner and hair gel and ran to my bedroom. I took three or four books from the big pile and put it in my school backpack. I didn’t even know if these were textbooks for today’s classes, but I didn’t care.

My sketchbook and pencil case found their important place in the separate compartment.

I turned off the stereo system and came to my laptop. Before switching it off, I had read T.O.P’s message again. My heart filled with warm emotions.

T.O.P, I will stop lying to you soon. I will be real. For you.

I went downstairs and grabbed sandwiches my mom had prepared for me. I wasn’t particularly hungry at the moment, so I put them into my lunchbox to eat them at school. I was about to leave when I looked out of the window. It was raining. It forced me to put a coat on my school blazer. I hated this combination, because I was never able to do it properly. The jacket loved rolling up under the coat and it felt far less than comfortable.

But rainy weather had also a good side. Umbrellas. They were perfect to hide under and additionally limited the field of vision. I took a red one from the umbrella stand and was ready to face the outside world.

The way from my house to school usually took me about 10 minutes. Sometimes less than that on days especially tiring and unbearable. Then I simply ran as fast as I could to leave the school and other students behind.

Today I left home too late, so I was in a hurry. Jumping over each puddle, I was thinking only about new possibilities that would be waiting for me thanks to the change in my appearance. I felt motivated to take some actions, to move forward. Such simple things as hairstyle and makeup gave me energy. It was a great feeling!

I was watching tips of my shoes and singing a cheerful song in my mind, ridiculously happy that I met no one on my way. Only when I bumped into someone, I realised that I wasn’t the only person who was late. The force of the sudden collision made me fall back. Now I knew exactly what would my poor chair feel, if it was a living creature.

My umbrella flew away, but I was worrying only about the pain in my back.

“What do you think you’re doing, weirdo?” I heard a familiar voice which sent shiver down my spine.

Please, please. EVERYONE, but HIM!

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he growled.

I shook my head. I didn’t want him to see my makeup. He would be making fun of me for the rest of the day. Or even the rest of my life.

I could feel his growing irritation. Was he going to hit me? He was Choi Dongwook, after all. Everyone knew that he was unpredictable. There were rumors about his brawl with a teacher after which he got suspended.

“Argh, nevermind! I don’t have time for idiots like you.”

I was saved. God, thank you!

I tried to get up, but the pain didn’t let me. I was aware that few more seconds in the rain would completely destroy my new hairstyle. I had to move, move…

Suddenly raindrops stopped falling on my head. I raised my eyes and saw my red umbrella and someone’s hand. I swallowed a bump that had arisen in my throat and bashfully looked up.

My heart started racing in my chest.

It was him.

Choi Seunghyun offered his hand to help me.