"Let me in."

"Hyung, i-it's r-really inconvenient right now..."

"Dae, come on. Just let me in."

"I-I've a woman here a-and s-she's not wearing any clothes! I can't let you in!"

Jiyong rolled his eyes and ruffled his hair in annoyance, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"You and I both know who that woman is but Kang Daesung, if she's really not wearing any clothes right now, I swear I'll eat you alive. So for the last time, open this damn ing door now."

Harsh baritone voice. Threatening demeanour.

"I-I'll be back in a sec!"

Daesung closed the door and went running for his life.

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Only to come back to another pair of blazing, fiery pair of eyes.

"H-Hehe..." 

"If it wasn't for the fact that Riri is still in army and the Soshi girls are either unavailable or refuse to help me, I would not have came here," Yoona scoffed. "Should have known that you'll definitely lose."

"Yah yah yah. I was kind enough to let you crash my haven!" Daesung cried in defense, before lifting a used plastic spoon with ice cream stains, dropping it into the trash nearby in disgust. "Besides, are you really only going to cry and eat like a pig for the rest of your life?" 

"You used to be my no.1 fan, oppa, but now you're calling me a pig?" Yoona sniffed.

Daesung sighed, taking a seat beside her. "Yoong, you've been here for two days already. Every hour, you're either stuffing yourself with food or crying like a lost child. You have to stop this. Besides, all these are ridiculous! All of us know that this entire thing is stupid and baseless, so I don't know why you're kicking such a big fuss over it. Are you really planning to spend your holidays and perhaps, the rest of your life like this?"

His phone vibrated.

Jiyong hyung: Open. The. Damn. Door. Now.

"Is him, isn't it?" Yoona tried to grab his phone but he was quicker.

He glared at her, finally putting on an older brother image, "Your disgusting hands are not touching my phone! God, if only I could take a photo of you now and reveal to the world what you look like, Im Yoona."

She snorted. "Sure, go ahead. The media is no longer interested about my news. I'm an old and unimpressive lady compared to those young girls."

"Yoong, please," Daesung rolled his eyes and lectured. "You're far from being an old and unimpressive lady! You barely passed 30 and looking at how you stuffed yourself, girls would die to be in your shoes. You hardly ever put on weight! You're just acting like a jealous girlfriend who is throwing tantrum because her boyfriend got involved in a nonsense rumor with a younger and high profile girl."

Yoona frowned, "you don't know anything."

His phone vibrated again.

Jiyong hyung: I'm going to come knocking down. Don't blame me if your Lego possessions go down with you, Kang Daesung.

Clock is ticking.

"Yeah yeah, I don't. So I'm going to let that fiancé of yours in so that he can know what you're exactly thinking," Daesung put on his gloves and started tidying up the mess around her. "God, if it wasn't for the fact that you're feeding me with your cakes and cookies, I would have definitely thrown you out."

Yoona responded with a pout.

"Alrights, pouty girl. Go freshen up yourself a little at least. Stop acting like you'd lost the entire world. You're not at fault at all, so I'd say, go give him a hell," Daesung dropped the garbage bag he was holding and gave her a smile. "Show him who Im Yoona is!"

Yoona finally broke into a smile, throwing her arms around him,"awww. I knew I could always count on Kang Daesung!" 

"Of course, though I'm pretty sure I'm second to Dong Youngbae," Daesung broke into a relaxed smile, returning the hug. "Yah... You aren't getting younger and your metabolism rate is slowing down. Cut down on the obsessive eating, woman. It's beginning to show." 

"That wasn't what you said just now!" Yoona whined.

"Araso araso, just pulling your leg. But on a serious note, please go change out of my shirt," Daesung laughed. "It's almost see through and I'm guessing this will be worse than being if the overprotective Kwon Jiyong sees this."

"Oppa!" Yoona shrieked. 

Daesung ran towards the entrance. 

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"Baby..." 

"..."

"Yoong, are you really going to ignore me?"

"Stop bothering Daesung oppa if not I'll go to somewhere that you can never find," Yoona had her back faced him, an icy tone. "Now that you've see me, you can go now. Go find your girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend but I do have a fiancée that I must tend to," Jiyong softened his tone, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Come on, you know that's pure bull."

"I don't. You and Jennie had always been close. I should have known, my favourite BLACKPINK girl should have been Jisoo. I shouldn't have gotten so close with Jennie. Maybe that's why it hurts even more," Yoona pried away from his grasp and took a seat at the nearby chair.

"Hey, she's a victim too. You know she had been so worried sick about us. She kept calling me to apologise and asking me on your whereabouts because she couldn't get through you. Yoong, you know how Dispatch is out to ruin YG artistes," Jiyong let out an exasperated sigh.

"So you're worried about her now? Then you should go comfort her."

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm concerned about her, she's like my sister!" Jiyong raised his voice slightly, trying hard to make his point across. "Look, I'm not here to pick up a fight. I just want to tell you I'm sorry. No matter what, I should have handled this better."

"What disappoints me is that you didn't bother doing anything, Kwon Jiyong," Yoona finally looked at him and threw him a hurtful expression. "That's what hurts most..."

Jiyong felt anger steamed out of his system immediately.

"It scares me..." Yoona started pouring out her thoughts. "You think I could not tell the difference? Most of the time, when it is the truth, YG would say that it is the artiste's personal life and that they have no say. When it is fake, they'd come out with a direct no. Look at Taeyeon unnie and your baseless rumor back then. Didn't YG came out with a refusal statement straightaway? Compare this with