Hello there, lovely readers! I am back again yippieeee *throws confetti* I am currently on a week holiday, so I can update this story. I put a lot of efforts in this chapter, so I hope I don't disappoint you guys *fingerscross*   Thank you for all your supports, you guys are basically the reason why I always try my best to update as soon as I can. Do not forget to subscribe and upvote. And also do not forget to give me feedbacks. I hate silent readers, kay? But most importantly, enjoy this chapter! <3       Love,     Quirkyqueen           What Jiyong knows about Mandarin Hotel in Singapore, is perhaps the fact it is one of the favorites yet also expensive hotels in Singapore. He wonders why Taeyeon chose to stay in this hotel at the first place. She was ( before he suddenly came in view ) traveling alone, so why didn't she just choose V Lavender Hotel, since it is located near the MRT Station. In fact, the station itself is located exactly in the hotel's area, even if it is underground. She absolutely did wander around the city by MRT, didn't she? Why didn't she just make a choice which was simpler than the other? It could save her time and energy. Sometimes, Jiyong cannot understand the girl's perspective. "Why Mandarin?"   "Huh?" Taeyeon who just hummed while swaying both her hand and Jiyong's, looks at the male's face in confusion while frowning. "Why not Mandarin?" instead of answering, she decided to just return his question with another question. What kind of question was that? Taeyeon has known all along Jiyong is clearly not the most creative person in the world, yet why did he have to ask something so unnecessary like that? For goodness sake, she sometimes does not understand his way of thinking.   Sometimes Jiyong does not understand Taeyeon's perspective.   Sometimes Taeyeon does not understand Jiyong's way of thinking.   They have something in common.   Silence fills the atmosphere as Jiyong awkwardly rubs his nape. "Just forget it" Well, he basically has nothing in mind, so he just utters everything that pops inside his head. He never felt so rigorous before, yet somehow he finds this situation is kind of stuffy.   One, Jiyong chose Tiffany over Taeyeon, not caring even though Taeyeon is the one who has always been there for him.   Two, he felt guilty so without any kind of hesitations he flew to Singapore right away, just to ask for her forgiveness.   Three, she somehow forgave him and it was shockingly easier than he thought it would be, and they hugged each other.   Four, they are now going to the hotel's elevator, to stay in her room for awhile, before they buy two tickets to go back to Seoul.   And I repeat, HER hotel room.   The elevator stops on 7th floor, and Taeyeon pulls Jiyong's arm straight away before the elevator door is closing again. She enters her room, not realizing how nervous The Dragon at this point. "Just sit on the bed, I'm gonna pee for a moment" she then enters the bathroom, leaving Jiyong sit uncomfortably on the bed.   It is so nerve racking, and Jiyong honestly never felt like this towards Taeyeon before. What makes him feel so uncomfortable? Why does everything feel so right between the two of them? They are only best friends. "Calm down, Jiyong. You've got nothing to worry about" he inhaled his breath as the girl comes out of the bathroom. He lower his gaze, somehow does not have the confidence to look at her in the eye.   "So, we've got the latest flight from here straight to Seoul, and I consider we are lucky, since there were only three seats left. We'll depart at 10.15" Taeyeon explains calmly. Actually, she recognizes the sudden expression change in Jiyong's face, yet she does not really care. She slowly takes a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to The-now-so-nervous-Dragon and asked, "Are you sure you'll be alright? I'm afraid you'll have jet-lagged or something" she has always been so full of concerns, and he supposed to notice that long time ago. But, he just noticed it now.   Pabo Jiyong.   A chuckle escaped his mouth as he shakes his head. "I'll be alright. I love traveling abroad, you know? There's just no way I'll get jet-lagged" he assures her. It seems like nothing has changed between those two. Jiyong is still the free spirit guy, on the other hand Taeyeon is the careful girl. No one knows why they even clicked on the first place, yet their relationship is only going stronger and stronger. Of course, a relationship between two best friends, definitely not that kind of relationship. Or maybe, not yet. "You're being too paranoid about everything. That side of yours will never change, I suppose" Jiyong embraces her with an arm. "But, that side is what I like most about you. So you better not change anything. I honestly adore you, cause you've never been able to be a rebel, even though I taught you so much about it"   Taeyeon hugs him while placing her head on his chest, enjoying their moment for awhile. When they get back to Korea, perhaps she will not be able to do this kind of thing anymore. The thought of that really making her forlorn. "You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter~" she giggles, as she sings a part of one of Taylor Swift's songs ( which is extremely a big hit ) titled Mine. "You are the best thing that's ever been mine.." a tear falls from her eye while singing the next part of the song, and she wipes it off straight away. Taeyeon does not want him to see her cry anymore, not again. Besides, he is not hers to own.    He has never been hers.   He will never be hers.   "Let's go somewhere after you pack your things, shall we? Then, we can go straight to the airport" Jiyong gleefully says while kissing her temple softly. He misses doing this, like, really. Even only the thought of Taeyeon hating him give him goosebumps, and he needs to shake that thought off. If not, he will probably have a heart attack. He stands up and looks around. "Now, I'll help you pack your things. Where are your things?"    "Inside the car. I intended to check-out today, before you came. So I already packed everything this morning, including some souvenirs for my lovely sister, who gave you all of the details, including the reason why I came here. Am I correct?"   Jiyong gulps and laughs awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am. You're right, as always" he sighs as he follows Taeyeon. He has no idea where to go, so he will let her decide this time around. "Where are we going?" he asks when they finally arrive downstairs.    Taeyeon gives back her room card to the receptionist and says with a smile, "Clarke quay"          *****         Clarke quay is the most famous mall in Singapore. There is a huge bridge in front of the building, with a lake down it. And the most amazing thing is that you can rent a boat, so it will feel like you are in Venice. Not really, though. Yet it still feels great and romantic, especially at night with your lover. It is not really jam-packed, since it is not weekend.    Sitting right next to each other on the hedge of the bridge, Taeyeon is busy eating her 1 dollar ice cream ( durian flavour ) covered with wafers, while Jiyong is drinking his mineral water. He gazes through the horizon when sometimes looks at the bright sky above them. Stars are shining tonight, nothing is much better than looking at the starry night with Taeyeon for Jiyong. This is probably one of the best feelings he has ever felt, and he suddenly wants to tell her about it. "So.. You love Singapore?" this is not the first he comes to Singapore, he came here once with his buddies aka troublemakers aka those 4 gorgeous guys.   He is in there as well, so make it 5 gorgeous + y guys.   Jiyong is kind of loving this country. It is small, so he can wander around by himself for the entire day. It is clean and everyone follows the law, it makes this country so appealing and peaceful. Ah, and do not forget the Universal Studio Singapore, his favorite place of all. He swears to God, he can ride Transformer attraction all day, because he loves it to death. Sadly when he was here before, The Baby Panda aka Seungri could not hold on. So, he threw up even before he managed to reach the restroom. It was so embarrassing. At that moment, Jiyong did not want to befriend him. Luckily, he still befriend him up until now. Seunghyun, being as gentleman as ever, bought him a bottle of mineral water and forced him to drink it. When Seungri finally abled to breathe normally again, Seunghyun carefully took him to the closest restroom. Wow, he really is the big brother whom everyone can love and adore.   "Jiyong? Hey Ji, are you okay?" Taeyeon asks while waving her hand in front of the other's face, knowing that he somehow stupefied. It has been a long time since she last seen him dozing off like this. Memories... Getting no response, Taeyeon clears and shouts at his face. "KWON JIYONG! ARE YOU OKAY?"   "YAH! DON'T SHOUT AT ME, YOU IDIOT" as realization struck him, he instantly shouts back at the female. He misses the old times when they freely shouted at each other with bad names, soon after they finished quarreling they both would laugh of their own silliness. Sometimes, growing up .   Taeyeon clenches her fist and points her finger right at Jiyong's face. "BWOH? YOU CALLED ME IDIOT? WHO'S STUNNED LIKE A MORON THEN, HUH?"   Jiyong feels irked and he stands up. "I AM NOT A MORON. STOP SHOUTING, OR ELSE I'LL THROW YOU TO THE LAKE"   "HOW DARE YOU? I SHOUTED BECAUSE I WANTED TO MAKE YOU RETURN TO REALITY, YET WHY DO YOU SHOUT BACK AT ME?" there goes another shout from Kim Taeyeon's mouth. She might have a petite body, but she absolutely has a very loud voice. When it cracks, you know what will happen next.   He closes his ears with his palms. If not, he is sure he will go deaf. "BECAUSE YOU KEEP SHOUTING AT ME, YOU MIDGET"   "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. WE ARE OVER, JERKFACE" the girl inhales and exhales her breath. Just shouting like that makes her feel extremely tired. And now she is even feeling dizzy. It has been such a very long time since she last shouted at someone like this. That someone was Jiyong and has always been Jiyong and will always be the one and only, special edition, Kwon Jiyong.   The guy opens the lid of his bottle, and drinks it whole. He is pretty much exhausted. It takes a lot of energy to shout, to let everything out. "Hey, Midget. I am so exhausted right now, I can barely even speak. All thanks to you" he sarcastically says.   "How can you call me midget? You're not even that tall to be called giant. Psh" the girl answers back sarcastically as well. She feels like laughing, thinking of calling him giant. Even Choi Seunghyun is still taller than him. He said his height is 177 cm, but Taeyeon is sure he is only 175 or even less. The only thing(s) that make him look tall is his shoe(s). So, perhaps 172.   A winning smirk creeps on Jiyong's lips as he coolly runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm tall enough to be called Elf, you know? Means that I am beautiful, and yes you're right, I am beautiful and also fabulous" he checks on his nails. "See? Even my nails are beautiful"    Taeyeon bursts out laughing. "An Elf? Are you even serious? Besides, what kind of man who calls himself beautiful? You're so funny, Ji"   His smirk gets wider as he casually puts an arm around her. "You know, Taeng? We are like those characters in The Hobbit, don't you think? I am Lord Elron, while you are... Thorin Oakenshield"    "Yeah, I love Thorin" she taps her chin, thinking seriously because she feels like something is wrong with his statement. If Jiyong is Lord Elron, that makes him an elf. If she is Thorin Oakenshield, then... "Wait a sec- Kwon Jiyong, are you saying that I am a dwarf?" Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, the almighty king of the dwarfs.   Now, it is Jiyong's turn to burst out laughing. He finds it funny about the fact Taeyeon has always been such a slow thinker. It makes him want to even more. Seeing her angry face gives him his own pleasure. "Goodness, Taeng. You're the smartest person I've ever known" he continuously to laugh while ruffling her hair until it is messy. "And just for addition, you can't get mad at me since you're the one who said that"   "You-" Taeyeon is ready to throw a fist right onto his face,