WARNING!!!

THE CHEESINESS, MUSHINESS, GIDDINESS CONTINUES...

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KE KE KE!!!

Jiyong and Sanghyun have very low alcohol tolerance but, neither of them wanted to concede until both

of them were completely knocked down by the alcohol.  Damn male egotistical pride.  I had to send

Jiyong to his apartment.  He could barely walk to his car.

I have not seen Jiyong so drunk before.  I don’t know if I should be angry or laughing at his nonstop

nonsensical blabbering.  He just keeps talking at the backseat of his car.  His hands doing different

gestures.  He keeps leaning forward to my shoulder, smiling like an idiot.  He must be feeling dizzy when

he finally leaned back tilting his head back.  A few minutes had passed.  I thought he was already  

sleeping. 

Then he started humming an unfamiliar tune.  I tried to make up the song in my head but, I couldn’t. 

He keeps repeating the same tune.  It was starting to get stuck in my head when he suddenly opened his

eyes.                

“Do you have a pen and paper?”  He suddenly asked.

“What?  Why?”  Why is he asking for such things at his state?

“Quickly!  I need pen and paper.  Anything to write on.”  He demanded.  His drunkenness suddenly

vanished.

I fumbled at the compartment of his car but, found nothing.

“Just use your phone.”  I told him.  He shook his head.

“Stop the car!”  He shouted.  I stepped on the break instantly.

“Jiyong, what are you doing?”  He was pushing his way to the front seat.  He searched again the

compartment and grinned widely when he found a red marker.

“Turn around!” 

“What?!”  Before I could protest, he pulled my shoulders and made me turn my back on him.

“Don’t move.”

“Jiyong!?”  I was completely flabbergasted when he started scribbling on my back.  I couldn’t believe he

just used my white shirt to write on.  I tried turning around to face him but, he held me still.

“Keep still.  Just a few more lines.”

“What are you writing on my back?  You’re ruining my shirt!”

“I’ll give you a hundred shirts in return.”

“You’re driving me crazy, Jiyong.” 

He suddenly stopped writing on my back.  I thought he had finished his spontaneous behavior.

“Say it again.”  I heard him say.

“You’re crazy.”  I shook my head.

He didn’t say anything.  He just resumed writing on my back.  After a few more words, he closed the

marker and made me face him.

“Don’t lean back.  You’ll ruin the car seat.”  He was grinning from ear to ear quite satisfied with what he had accomplished.

“And it’s okay to ruin my shirt-“

Before I could finish my words, he was already claiming my lips.  It was a kiss full of appreciation.  I can

taste the alcohol in his mouth mixed with mint and a thousand other flavors.  His kiss was intoxicating.

“You just gave me the best lyrics to my new song.  Thank you.”

“Eh!?”  Did he just use my shirt as his lyric sheet?  He was just humming a tune a while ago at the

backseat.  Did he just compose a whole new song in the blink of an eye? 

Jiyong slumped back on the passenger seat, his head hanging low.  He finally succumbed to sleep.  I

continued driving while making sure my back doesn’t touch the seat.  I don’t want to ruin what he just

wrote on my shirt. 

Jiyong was still sleeping when we reached his apartment building.  I tried waking him several times but,

he just stirred on his seat.  I had no choice but, to drag his limp body into the building.  It was fortunate

nobody was around that time.  Seeing Jiyong drunk could be nothing but, seeing me taking him to his

apartment is another thing.  If someone saw us, our faces will be on the front page of every newspaper

and social networking sites.  I should have called his friends but, I don’t want them asking why Jiyong got

drunk in our house.  I don’t think I’m ready to go public on my relationship with Jiyong yet. 

I was breathless when I finally dropped Jiyong on his bed.  He was totally out of it.  I wonder if he could

remember what happened tonight when he woke up the next day.

I took the liberty of changing my lyric “shirt” with one of his I found in the closet.  His closet was

screaming of designer clothes neatly arranged and folded by color.  It was astonishing.  Even the simple

black V-neck shirt I’m wearing is expensive.

I carefully laid my white shirt on his working table.  The lyrics he wrote were simply amazing.  My

admiration to his talent just shot up to the roof.  The last two verses he wrote made my heart swell.

“You’re crazy.”  I read the last line.  A smile tugged on my lips.

I sat on the edge of Jiyong’s bed.  I stared at his sleeping form.  He was sleeping so peacefully.  He looks

so innocent and free of worries.   No wonder so many girls are flocking to his side.  He was just oozing

with charisma.  His trademark smirk is just deadly.  I still don’t know why he chose to be with me.  There

are so many girls out there waiting for his attention.  Much worthy than me.

I sighed.  I needed to go back. It was getting late.  I pulled myself up from the bed but, before I could

make a step, Jiyong grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed beside him making me squeal.  He

trapped my body using his arms and legs.

“Jiyong, what are you doing?  I need to go back home.  Omma will be worried.”  I tried pushing him but,

he just tightened his hold on me.

“Stay.”  He mumbled at the crook of my neck.  His warm breath tickling my sensitive skin.

“I can’t.”  Why is my heart beating wildly inside my chest?

“Please?”  He pleaded.  His arms loosened.  He is giving me an opportunity to escape.

“Jiyong-“  My resolve is weakening.  Why am I hesitating? 

I peeked at Jiyong.  His breathing became even.  A sign he is asleep.  I sighed once again.  What harm could it be if I stayed? 

I adjusted myself on the bed.  Jiyong stirred and pulled me closer to him.  I pulled the blanket to cover

our bodies and closed my eyes.  My heart had ceased beating erratically. 

I didn’t know I will be able to sleep with Jiyong beside me on his bed. 

It was very risky of me.  I have been very careful since I joined YG Entertainment.  I don’t want to ruin

my chance.  The company has been very good to me and my family.  YG helped me a lot to reach my

dream.  I don’t want to disappoint the president.  Will I be able to keep his trust if he found out about

me and Jiyong?  I fell asleep with those thoughts in my mind.

Please turn off the music. I begged on my sleep.  I wanted to sleep more but, the song kept repeating.  I

tugged on the arm wrapped around my waist.  The owner pulled me closer to his warm body.  I scooted

closer to him.

“Turn off the music.” I mumbled.  I don’t want to leave the comfort of his embrace.

“Hmm?”  He cooed sleepily.

“The music.”

He blindly reached for his phone on the night table knocking things on the floor.  He pressed the answer

button unconsciously.

“Hello?”  He said.

“Get your lazy over here right now!”  YG yelled on the phone. 

“Who is that?”  I asked.  He is disturbing my beauty sleep.

“You freaking idiot!  Did I just hear Sandara Park’s voice?  Are you two sleeping together?”  YG yelled

even more.  Jiyong dropped the phone from his hand.

“KWON JIYONG!  SANDARA PARK!  I’M GOING TO KILL BOTH OF YOU!  GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE.  I’M

GIVING YOU AN HOUR!”

President YG’s voice thundered over the phone making us bolt from the bed. 

We’re dead.  YG will bury us six feet under the ground.  We’re doomed.

Jiyong and I scampered to get ready to meet the wrath of the president.  Neither of us talked while we

make ourselves decent.  Jiyong just pulled a fresh shirt from his closet.  I was brushing my messy hair

using my fingers when Jiyong handed me a new toothbrush.  We brushed our teeth in silence stealing

glances at one another.  We were ready to go after ten minutes.  We still have plenty of time.

I decided to calm my nerves over a cup of hot coffee.  Jiyong trailed behind me ignoring the inquisitive

look from those we met on the hallway to the cafeteria.  Almost everyone was present when we entered the cafeteria. 

Everyone’s eyes followed us when we crossed the tables to the counter.  I glanced at Jiyong.  He seemed not affected by the

stares we are earning.  We joined the others gathered in one table.  We sat opposite each other.  Jiyong nonchalantly

drank his coffee.  Everyone was staring at us.  It’s starting to make me uneasy.

“What?”  I asked.  I smiled nervously at them.

“Unnie, you look radiant today.  Did you sleep well?”  Minzy asked.  Her voice was teasing.  I glanced at

Jiyong.  He was grinning.  His eyes were dancing.

I suddenly wanted to just disappear from my seat.  I drank my hot coffee to hide my blushing cheeks.  I

spilled some liquid on the table.  Jiyong grabbed a tissue and wiped my lips with it making me blush even

more.  Everyone on the table giggled and cheered.  My eyes widened when I noticed Jiyong and I were

wearing the same black V-neck shirt.

DID WE JUST ANNOUNCE OUR RELATIONSHIP IN PUBLIC?!