A/N: Hello, thank you for checking out my first ever fan fiction /hugs I don’t really ship anyone in the Korean music industry, if that’s even possible. But all the past fan fiction I have read were all about Kwon Jiyong & Sandara Park. So, I decided to make them one myself. I’m not really familiar with Korean words, so there is a slight chance there are only a little or none slipped in-in this fan fiction. I hope you enjoy Along the Sidelines! :)

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He was sitting in front of his computer staring intently at the screen hoping no one would walk in on him. Kwon Jiyong just turned eighteen; the first thing that had processed into his brain the moment he woke up was: . He could finally watch ! The fact that he hasn’t just made him feel like a loser, but he was too much of a Mommy’s boy to just go ahead, and watch . Still he has no regrets, but he has to admit this is amazing. woman are things Jiyong could not pass on. Jiyong clicked on a video that was popping up on his screen; it was from TOP. “Why the hell is he up at this time of the day?” He asked the open air while clicking TOP’s video, “Holy !” He fell off of his swivel seat. He heard an odd sound coming from his computer. He picked himself up and took a peek at his computer screen, holding the edge of the computer table for support. He bitterly swore under his breath. He was right, his computer was . No, let’s rephrase that, a girl was , and the fact that she sounded hot just turned him on even more. TOP was going to be dead to him, but it wasn’t bad of a birthday gift. When the video finished he played it again not knowing that his Mother was leaning on his door frame. The video finished yet, again; he played it once more.

“Jiyong,” Mrs. Kwon said as she leaned her head on the frame. Jiyong looked back at his Mother putting all five fingers in front of her signaling for her to wait. “Jiyong, I am not waiting until you finish watching some innocent female being shammed by a random stranger.” The older woman rolled her eyes. Her son was nowhere from realizing that she just caught him watching at four-thirty in the morning. She walked up to him, and grabbed his ear. “Young man, listen to me.” She whispered into his ear. Jiyong looked at his Mother with terror.

“Mom!?” He yelled. Realizing what just happened he grabbed his mouse without loosing eye contact with his Mother. He randomly clicked it hoping it would shut down the video his best friend had just sent him. Having no hope, he pulled the switch with his foot making his computer die. He quickly stood up, and grabbed his Mother’s shoulders, “Mom! It’s not what you think!”

His Mother looked at his son with one of her eyebrow taller than the other. “Honey, I understand your need for , or whatever junk you young teens do to satisfy yourselves...”

“So this means you’re not mad?” He asked her while she was talking.

“...But you’re still grounded.” His shoulders slumped back hearing the answer to his question. She was pissed, but it was his birthday, and raging on him was crossing their family tradition about birthdays. “Oh, I’m getting your computer.” She told him before leaving his room, and his son in embarrassment.

“TOP, you’re dead to me.” He swore bitterly, and promising his self he would butcher TOP when school comes around later that day.

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He lifted his hands in the air after hearing the news his Mother had given him. “What do you mean I can’t go to school today?!” He asked yelling looking back from his Father to his Mother. “Okay fine, I know it wasn’t right of me to be watching…” he looked over to the other side of the room spotting his little sister attacking her cereal, “Something inappropriate like… corn, and all. But you have to know that I’m eighteen already! And yes, maybe I did come a year late in attending High School, but after this year I’ll already be in college doing something much worst than this!” He reasoned out trying to convince his parents he was innocent, he wanted to kill TOP, and that meant he had to go to school.

He spotted his Father looking over his news paper to him. “A no is a no, Jiyong. You from all people in this house should know that.” He went back to his news paper in the mid-way of his sentence.

After a lot of bickering with his parents, they finally got him to shut up, and agree to their decision of him skipping school for the day.

“Now, your tutor is going to be here around eight so be nice, and all the important phone numbers are sticking on the fridge, don’t talk to strangers, don’t do drugs, make sure you lock the house, okay?” His Mother bombed him with all her caring words, and all the things she should be saying to a thirteen year old. He nodded, and nodded, and hugged her when she finally stopped talking.

“Bye, Mom.” He said waving his hand to his Mother who was holding Minzy’s hand.

Mrs. Kwon stopped on her tracks, and looked back at his son who was waving at her. “Oh, and son,” she yelled. “Be good to your tutor! She’s new in town, and her Mother is one of my closest friends. Don’t try to get in her pants!” She yelled at him who was now having the-I-don’t-know-you- look. She smiled at him, and gave him a thumps up. She entered the car, and Mr. Kwon drove off.

“Try to get in her pants,” He mumbled as he shut the door behind him. “Very funny Mom.” He sarcastically said to himself when he shoved his hand in his pocket. He looked at his watch, and saw it was only around seven in the morning. He stared at the empty house. “What the ing now?”   

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A/N: Yes, another note down here! Don’t worry this is going to be short. Okay, so I might not be able to update like wildfire since my brain processes very slow, and thinking of a plot just drives me into a new idea. But, do not fear. I promised myself I would finish this. And, yes promises you make to yourself are mostly broken. But, I swear I won’t drop this on you guys.

P.S. I’m no good in writing long chapters, you’re not going to see them unless I get into my writing.