Jiyong was pacing back and forth the living room alternatively biting whatever was left of his nails for the past hour or so. He was THE model example for the word NERVOUS. 

He stiffened when he heard the front door open. He hurriedly assumed a relaxed position on the sofa, cringing slightly as he heard the door slam shut. 

Someone was not in a good mood today. He could hear the anger reverberate on the floor with her approaching stomping feet. 

He played with the TV remote, reciting repeatedly inside his head the mantra: ‘Act normal, Jiyong! No matter what she says, maintain your innocence.’

“Kwon Jiyong! Come out from wherever you are! Don’t make me come and find you.” Dara roared as soon as she emerged from their front hall. She was letting out her inner dragon, which she rarely ever does. Jiyong’s G-Dragon cowered at the sofa in response. 

He timidly raised his arms as he slowly knelt on the carpeted floor. “I’m here.”

“You literally broke the internet today!!! What the heck were you thinking????!!!!” Dara turned towards him. 

She looked like a teacher reprimanding an errant pupil. She was wearing wire-rimmed glasses, a tight fitting pencil skirt and a flowy blouse. Her hair was on a loose bun, tendrils of hair framing her flushed cheeks. He remembered her saying that the Get It Beauty’s segment they were filming earlier was about the modern working lady.

He stared at her and he smiled, thankful and proud how this beauty was all his. She was his and he can’t help but be proud. She was his and the rest of the world could go hang themselves. She was his and he shouldn’t be sorry for telling the world that she was his.

He lowered his arms and slowly stood up, no longer afraid. He was justified. He was only declaring his territory. “What’s wrong with my posting our pictures? You thought Donghae was cute when he posted your pictures after he captioned it cel