~*~

YG AND SM STOCK DROPS AN ALL TIME LOW FOLLOWING ALLEGED KIM-KWON REUNION

1. [+12,435 / -3,245] And who's fault would that be? There is no benefit to bringing Taeyeon back to SNSD, and G-dragon to Big Bang, when they both just recently resigned and retired. I hope YG and SM rethink their decision.

SONES THREATEN TO WALK OUT AFTER NEWS OF TTS COMEBACK WITH TAEYEON

1. [+10,103 / -2,319] I'm one of those who would leave. SM, it's now SNSD8 or nothing. If you return ty Taeyeon ahjumma, you would lose who you have left in this fandom. Is she really more important than the other eight members? Im Yoona and Jung Sooyeon alone are much more worthy to salvage than worthless Kim Taeyeon.

PUBLIC PETITIONS TO EX-COMMUNICATE G-DRAGON

1. [+9,830 / -1,230] If he doesn't have the balls to reflect in the military, then he should be kicked out of the country. No balls. No backbone. A man hiding behind the skirts of his million fans. An adulterer. A user. An abuser. A drug addict. A plagiarist. He is an embarrassment to Korean mankind. I am ashamed to be in the same country as him.

~*~

"Please don't cry Tae."

"But you're crying too. I'll only stop when you stop."

But neither of us stopped. He begged me too, yet his sad voice only caused me to be sadder. It was very difficult to listen to his misery, and I wanted more than ever to remove whatever pain he was feeling. We were apart, once again, and that was just a battle we couldn't win right now. As I talked to him in the confines of my room, I saw the blinding flashes of lights from the hundreds of press people outside our house.

"I'm really sorry this is happening. It's all my fault."

I have gotten used to the flashes coming and coming, as if a firework display was happening outside my house. The noise of the crowd was disturbing the peace of my hometown. I was surprised the neighbors haven't called the police on them, although the force didn't have jurisdiction over them. The street was public property, and we weren't in an exclusive village.

"Why can't we just be together? This is so unfair. I just want to be with you. I want us and Jiwon to be a family," I cried out, taking a peek at the spectacle outside.

"I'll do everything to gain your father's forgiveness. We will be a family, I promise you that."

"You don't understand Ji. My dad is a firm man. It's going to take him a long time to forgive."

I watched tens of men attempting to climb on the walls of our high gates. It made me nervous to see them doing this, yet I felt assured as they constantly failed. The Korean media was going crazy over the news of my reunion with my ex-husband. Before our marriage, during our marriage, and even after, Kwon Jiyong and I have become such a hot and flaming topic for the media.

"No matter how long it takes, you're going to hold on right?" I asked Jiyong, closing my window shut and going back to my bed.

"Of course. I won't stop until we're a family again."

"I love you dad."

"I love you too mom--"

"Kim Taeyeon, put that down," my father shouted, entering my room so forcefully. He took my phone away from me.

"Appa!" I shouted as I watched him hang up on Jiyong and throw my phone to the floor.

"Follow me."

I did as he told me, like I always did. I had no will to disobey my parents. I went outside my room, only to see him and my mother sat on the second floor living room. I sat on the couch across them, fiddling my fingers on top of Jiwon and bowing my head.

"How can you still want to be with that man?" father began his angry lecture. It's been hours since we braved the swarm of paparazzi to enter the silence of our once once peaceful home. "After he slept with another woman, after he used you for his selfish intentions, you still love him this much. Why?"

"He is Jiwon's father. He gave me my dream, my future, so of course I love him! Why is it so hard for you to accept that?!"

"Don't raise your tone on me young lady!" he demanded, making me bow down my ammunitions. I felt guilty for shouting at him.

"Our life stopped when this scandal happened. We moved to Seoul for you. Then we moved back to Jeonju when that life in Seoul led to your misery. We took you away from that mess! And now, you want to leave us again?"

I sensed the sadness in my father's voice, and suddenly I had a deeper understanding of his reaction towards all this. My anger dissipated, and instead, I felt guilt and regret cover my heart as I witnessed my father crumble in front of me. He wasn't angry. He wasn't shouting. He was only disappointed, hurt, and resentful.

"My heart broke when you wanted to leave us at such an early age. But because you said that singing was your dream, we let you go. You lived all your life away from us. Now that we got you back, you're running away from us once more. How many times will you hurt me and your mom?"

"Appa... I'm sorry... I..."

"I can't let you go. Back then, you had the strength of a young dream, the burning passion of your youth. But now, you're not as strong and as independent as you think you are. You are pregnant, you have no job, and you're in love with a man who cheated on you repeatedly and married you for his selfish reasons. I hope you know that I'm being like this because I love you very much."

"I love you too appa--"

"Get out! Stop invading our property!"

But the loud booming voice of Kim Jiwoong from outside the house interrupted my conversation with my father. My parents and I looked towards the second floor window.

"What's that?" mom asked. Soon, we all stood up to peek at the outside situation.

"Keep out of our porch goddamnit!" Jiwoong oppa shouted towards the paparazzi who have now successfully entered our gates.

The site of at most ten uninvited guests in our property was alarming enough for us to head to the ground. My father rushed, while my mom assisted me in carefully going down.

"Jiwoong, what's going on?" appa asked, opening the living room door.

"These ing paparazzi are trespassing our house!" answered my brother.

"Language young lad!"

But I could excuse my brother's foul mouth. By now, the invasive reporters have infiltrated our porch, taking pictures here and there, shouting questions after questions, creating ruckus during this otherwise solemn night in Jeonju.

My father pulled Jiwoong oppa back and immediately shut the living door off, protecting us from the aggressive group of media personnel. But I heard the chaos behind those doors. The cameras reflected over the windows. There was a pandemonium outside, and up to now I couldn't understand how I, Kim Taeyeon, and G-dragon, were able to capture the media's interest like this.

"I'm sorry dad, but how can we sleep like this?!" Kim Jiwoong shouted emotionally, pacing back and forth and holding his head. "They are climbing on our windows. How do we trust that my sisters are safe when these paparazzi are crawling around our house?"

"They installed these cameras on our garden," he brought up the collection of little devices he found and placed on the dining table. "Even the front door, the gates, the garage, are in full surveillance. It's not safe to live here. I can't even imagine what we'll wake up to in the morning!"

"Do you realize that this is the result of your meeting with your ex-husband?" my father confronted me, trashing the devices and throwing them so strongly to the floor.

"I don't regret any of it if it means I can run away and live with Jiyong in peace," I admitted, crying out of fear, wanting more than ever to escape from this mess. The media was scaring me. The public hate at our dominance over the media scared me even more.

"Appa... I love you very much... but Jiyong is my life now. I love him with every bit of me. Don't hurt me anymore appa, I can't hurt like this any longer..." I begged of him, holding his two hands, crying to his face. "They are looking for me, so please just let me go to him so we can all live in peace!"

My mom also cried, "Honey, if Jiyong has an escape plan from this mess--"

"I don't want to hear it," he curtly answered, pushing my hand away and getting out to face the chaos outside.

"Get out! Get out or we will sue each and everyone of you! Get out of my property!"

But the crowd of hundreds of reporters couldn't be sent away. They aggressively attacked my angry father, drowning him with their devices and endless questions.

"Where's Taeyeon?"

"Is G-dragon inside?"

"Did Taeyeon and GD get back together?"

"Is this YG and SM's plan all along?"

"Stop installing cameras inside my property and leave my family alone!" my father angrily shouted at all of them, now sandwiched in the middle of the curious crowd. "Get out! Get the hell out! I SAID GET OUT!"

He resisted and pushed them one by one, even getting very physical. I was afraid this could be used against him as an act of assault towards the media. But they were overwhelming him, and he continued to battle with them.

"Stop your father Jiwoong. This is not going to end well," mom worriedly commanded my brother, and Jiwoong oppa bravely interrupted the ugly huddle.

"I don't want to stay here umma. I can't live like this," Hayeon cried out, embracing my mother on her other side. "Oppa found cameras in my bedroom. Who knows how many bugs they threw inside unnie's bedroom too?"

We watched with a heavy heart how the men of our family bravely fought the media. After a long struggle, they gave up sending them outside our porch. No one dared stepped farther than our front door, so appa and oppa had no choice but to give up. Short of breath, they stepped inside the house and locked the door shut, closing in on the chaotic attack outside.

"Pack your bags. We're leaving as soon as we get these people out of here," appa demanded, locking all the windows and doors shut.

Mom panicked at his command, asking, "Where are we going? There's no room for us in any of our relative's houses. We can't stay in a motel when our daughter is 7-months pregnant."

I immediately suggested, "Jiyong can save us. He has a plan--"

"Drop it Kim Taeyeon. You are not to come with him, do you understand? This is a result of the two of you meeting and talking to each other!"

"But dad--"

"I SAID PACK YOUR BAGS NOW!"

~*~

SASAENGS BUG KIM FAMILY'S JEONJU RESIDENCE

1. [+12,435 / -3,245] The hairs in my body all froze at the sight of those private photos. Did they also capture the Kim family members in the confines of their bedroom and bathroom? This is ing scary! These psychotic sasaengs should really be jailed.

PAPARAZZI FOLLOW KWON FAMILY

1. [+10,103 / -2,319] Kwon Jiyong's mother has been battling cancer for years now, and to be followed like this even in her chemotherapy is really pitiful. How can the media not give the Kims and the Kwons the space they deserve, as they are private citizens?

FOOTAGE OF AN EMOTIONAL KIM FAMILY SPREAD ONLINE

1. [+9,830 / -1,230] Holy , now they've become like the Kardashians and the Windsors, being watched even in the supermarket and the gas station. I think this is too much. This is not just an invasion of their property, but also of their privacy. Family conversations are not for the media to record.

G-DRAGON GOES BACK TO SEOUL AND SNAPS AT PAPARAZZI

1. [+8,360 / -673] He has some nerve. Don't forget that the media that once revered you allowed you to be closer to your fans, therefore helping bring you the millions of dollars you have in your bank account. You have no right to privacy. I can sympathize with your family's plight under the media's invasion, but not yours. You chose this life, so suffer your consequences

~*~

Of course we couldn't left that night, not when everyone was tired and worn out.

My mother and sister were scared. My brother and father were angry. The paparazzi and sasaengs were relentless outside. Everyone wanted a first-hand interview with me. While Jeonju suddenly became Hallyuwood's central, the Internet became littered with news about Jiyong and me. I felt the public's disgust and hatred once more. I also felt bad that the Kwon family was experiencing the same thing in Seoul, especially since poor Kwon umma was suffering from an ailment.

The next day at 7 in the morning, appa woke us all up. The people outside were tired. A bunch of reporters and stalkers already left, although the high number of those who stayed still couldn't be discounted. We had no choice but to brave who was left.

"We can't leave now. It is much too dangerous for Taeyeon to be surrounded by the people outside," mom softly reasoned out, but appa was very firm. "Let's allow the interest die down and just be careful with our words and actions in the next days."

He carried all the baggages towards the door and said, "How can we stay in a place that's being watched 24/7? It's not gonna get better, not until they get to talk to Taeyeon. We don't have any privacy nor any safety in our home!"

I agreed to both their points, but I sided more towards my father. Although he refused Jiyong's help, he was right that our once peaceful house has become unsafe to live in. I couldn't even feel confident that I had the privacy of my own room. With my father's firm decision, our whole family prepared to brave the paparazzi storm coming for us once we step out of our house.

And true enough, the moment we opened the front door, thousands of cameras flashed before our eyes, almost blinding me. I had to cover my face with my two hands, and I heard and felt my brother and father's struggle to secure the space for me to walk on. I felt myself being shoved in all directions, my ears rung from the hundred voices speaking all at once. All I could to was shield myself with my two hands. Yet I felt things hurting my stomach, so that I had to put my two arms around baby girl. I allowed myself to be temporarily blinded by the cameras if that meant I could secure Jiwon.

"Are you coming back to TTS?"

"Excuse us please!" appa shouted, walking ahead and looking back at me when I let go of him. "Keep holding my hand dear."

But I couldn't. Not when tens of bodies were squeezing on baby girl all at once.

"Is this YG and SM's plan to restore your and G-dragon's career?"

"Make way for us, my daughter is pregnant for Christ's sake!" my father looked back again and asked, "Are you okay? Take my hand!"

"Why did you and GD kiss and hug in Jeonju National Park?"

I searched for my dad's hand, because now I completely lost visibility of him. I didn't even know where umma, Hayeon and oppa have gone. All I became aware of were the aggressive and powerful movements of the reporters surrounding me.

"Dad!"

"Damn it, don't touch my daughter!" appa pulled back one reporter who was shoving his recorder on my face. Appa threw him aside rather strongly.

"Are you going to remarry each other?"

"Take your hands off her!"

"Dad help me!"

"LAY OFF MY CHILD!"

It became much more taxing to move. All the cameras and recorders were shoved on my face at once, people threw questions after questions, and they pushed me aside so painfully that I feared so much that baby girl was being squeezed so badly. I cried on the spot, helplessly protecting her with my two hands.

"What are your comments about G-dragon lashing out at the media?"

"Please give me space, please," I cried out helplessly, but they were relentless.

"JIWOONG OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" I heard dad screaming, strongly pounding on our van.

"Get in, get in," Jiwoong oppa invited.

My father reached out for my hand. Just a few more and we'll reach the gutter, the curbside, were the family vehicle was parked.

"Take my hand Taeyeon. Be careful."

Hold on baby girl. We'll get there soon.

I held on baby girl, shaking my head on my father to tell him I couldn't take his hand. He couldn't help me, because Jiwon and I were stuck. I braved the powerful crowd, and I took more steps forward. Yet the press was relentless, aggressive, insistent. For every step I took, at least ten people shoved me or pulled me. I put my mind on it, firm on reaching my destination.

But I couldn't.

"Awwwww!"

I lost sense of everything for a couple of seconds, because I felt the very uncomfortable sensation of losing control. I lost balance, equilibrium, and everything existed on slow motion before me. I was free-falling. For a nanosecond, I couldn't feel or grasp any logic, rational, or sense. Until I was this close to the ground, then everything came back. I would hit the ground soon, the people's force shoving me to the hard rock bottom.

Oh God Jiwon!

"Taeyeon? TAEYEON!"

The combined screams of the press rung in my ears. Suddenly, the space I have pitifully begged them to give me was granted to me, but only to allow me to fall harder. And I fell hard.

"Give my daughter space Jesus Christ!"

"J-Jiwon..." I called out, holding my stomach so weakly.

"GIVE HER ROOM AND AIR!" my dad continued shouting, rushing towards me on the ground. "JIWOONG I NEED HELP!"

"What happened?!

"Oh my god my child! What happened honey?"

"Unnie are you alright? Excuse us please," I heard Hayeon's gentle voice. "Unnie... oh my gosh... UNNIE! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO MY SISTER?!"

"CALL THE AMBULANCE NOW!"

I was just feeling the logic, the rationale, the sensations, all coming back at once. But my head, my heart, my mind, they were all traumatized. The vision I saw when I looked towards my belly, my feet, they scared me beyond reasonable explanation. I couldn't think anymore after I could have sworn I saw my child's blood swimming around me.

You can't leave me Jiwon.