Sandara Park is a nice girl.

That’s what everyone say.

That’s what she likes to believe.

But how do you define nice?

By kissing your ex-boyfriend with so much passion at two-thirty in the morning in the middle of your living room and fully-knowing that this ex-boyfriend might still be committed with the girl he replaced you with?

Uh… That’s not really nice. But in Sandara’s defense, it wasn’t her who started this madness.

G-Dragon did.

And it all started when he sent her a text that says, what’s right?

“You tell me what’s right, Dara because with your lips on mine I can’t seem to think straight.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A SEQUEL TO MY ONESHOT LEFT. MULTI-CHAPTERED BUT UPDATES ARE GOING TO COME SLOW.