Sandara reached for the gun in her thigh-strap, hoping just for a moment she could find some warmth. Seven told them that they should split up, because the warehouse is too big. Finding where the crates of drugs would be very hard if we do it by group, and plus, if ever one is cornered at least there’ll be back-up—or so he says. Either way, Choice approved through the earphones so she guesses, the plan is good.

Sandara walked casually in the middle of big crates piled on top of each other, her footsteps echoing as her heels contact with the hard asphalt. When she found an open crate, she quickly went closer to it and examined it. She her hand inside, and when she caught something hard, she grasped for it. Sandara retrieved her hand, and saw a fiery red, California apple. She wanted to take a bite, because she loved apples, but that would take up too much time, so she brought it back inside the crate.

Sandara walked further inside the room, and was pinned into an intersection. To her right, the way leads into another pile of crates while her left leads to another set of crates, painted in silver than apricot. She decided that she should see something different than apricot crates, so she turned left.

She was welcomed by the silver-colored crates, also piled up on top of each other, but they were much smaller than the apricot ones. Sandara stopped abruptly when she heard some noise, and she suddenly became aware of her surroundings.

“Sandara,” She heard Choice said. “We need backup at the orange crates. Seungri’s been cornered. You’re nearer to him. I’ll contact the others.”

“Noona,” She was about to run when Seungri suddenly spoke, his voice tight. “Be careful. He’s one of them.”

“Seungri, who is?” Sandara asked, but the cracking noise answered her instead. “Seungri? Seungri?” She tried to contact him, but there was only silence.

Sandara grit her teeth and ran as fast as she could. The silver crates led her into a one way, and when she oversaw the orange crates, triumph spreads over her eyes. She was about to run faster when a familiar silhouette stands in her way, and quickly, she stopped. Sandara looked curiously at the person being hidden behind the shadow the crates had overcasted on him, and carefully, she walked closer to him.

“Jiyong?” She gasped when she saw his face, marred with zigzag lines connected with each other. Then, almost abruptly, she remembered what Seven had told her.

“When my father took a bite, something happened to him. He turned into a monster. He suddenly had this strange black tattoo all over his body, a series of swirls forming clouds. It was like someone drew them all over him…”

She quickly checked his arms, and true enough; the connected zigzag lines adorned his milky white skin. The short sleeves had given her enough access to see the monster her stepmother has made. Tears prickled her eyes, streaming down her cheeks to her neck as she reaches for the gun at her thigh strap.

“Kill Sandara Park.” Jiyong muttered, making an offensive stance in a martial art. Sandara stood frozen in her spot. She didn’t have to kill him, does she? Maybe somewhere deep inside the controlled body is the careless, kind-hearted Jiyong she knew? Maybe he isn’t that fully controlled by her stepmother. Maybe he’s still inside.

“Choice,” She muttered through her earphones, and Jiyong cocked his head to the side, probably thinking she was pertaining to him. “Do you know how can I break the spell?” She continued.

“The spell is not really a spell. It’s a rare drug created in a high-tech facility. Once taken, the drug takes the old memories out and makes new memories and changes the person’s goal.  In this case, G-Dragon’s goal is to kill you.” Choice immediately answered, and Sandara could hear the rapid tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. “There’s no antidote for the spell. Geez, and I thought love was the most powerful thing in the world.”

Sandara’s eyes shone brightly, and she gasped, “That’s it! Love!”

“Yes, what about it?” Choice asked.

“Nothing.” Sandara replied, smiling at herself. “Just a plan.”

“Okay, make sure that’ll work.” And Choice is gone with one click.

Sandara looked at Jiyong. She never imagined herself doing this kind of thing in this kind of moment. Sandara stepped back when Jiyong took a step forward, and she tried to mask her fear with a smile. He looked different, very different. The way his face frown, it looks like he won’t last a day without killing anyone, and the way his nose crinkle in disgust, Sandara would’ve found it cute if he wasn’t planning to kill her. Jiyong looked nothing like the kind-hearted man he was before he had eaten the apple.

“Jiyong,” She softly said, almost pleading. “Please, come back to me.”

“KILL SANDARA PARK!” He shouted, and launched himself at her. Sandara quickly dodged, moving her body hastily to the side and Jiyong’s fist lay aimlessly in the air. He abruptly turned his head to her, scowling and he growled.

“You know that I love you, right?” Sandara said, her forehead creased in worry, trying to wake Jiyong up from his controlled senses. “Please, stop this nonsense. I don’t want to kill you.”

She hastily moved back again when Jiyong moved his fist, aiming at her face, maybe to shut her up but because she was hasty enough, his fist contacted with the floor. He didn’t wince when blood started to come out from his knuckles, but looked at her instead, his face grim.

“Please, stop this.” Sandara tried again, her eyes softening. “Please,”

Jiyong lunged himself at her, but this time, Sandara wasn’t hasty enough to dodge. He pinned her with his body, both of his arms and legs caging her in between. “Kill Sandara Park.” He whispered, still with equal rage when he’s shouting and lifts his uninjured arm, leveling it near to her face.

Sandara reached for his face, both of her hands on his cheeks and her thumbs began to fondle on his jaw. “Please, come back.” She whispered again, and lifted her head up to lessen their gap by a millimeter, like what Jiyong does when he’s teasing her. Then, slowly she closed their gap with her lips and she closed her eyes. For a moment, Jiyong didn’t move, his lips hard against hers, but after a moment, they turned soft and he brought his lifted arm back on the floor. His eyelids closed down due to the intimacy.

Sandara kept her hands on the either side of his head as their lips start to move, but when she felt Jiyong’s hands on her own cheeks, she moved her hands towards his hair. They were soft, and wet. Sandara twisted and tug the strands of his hair softly, blond strands curling into her fingers like vines. Jiyong swiped her lower lip using his tongue, asking for entrance and Sandara opened willingly, groaning as she does. His tongue traveled slowly inside, caressing her own tongue at first, then tracing her teeth. Then, he withdraws his tongue back again, to bite and nimble her lower lip.

Having enough of the assault, Sandara pulled back, and Jiyong pecked her lips one more time. He leaned his forehead against hers, his breath tickling her nose. “If I know I’ll get the chance to kiss you when I turn into one of your stepmother’s monsters,” He whispered, his eyes half-lidded. “I would have become one much earlier.”

Sandara laughed, her face showing some relief and pecked Jiyong’s lips once more. “I would like to stay here and be intimate, but...” She opened her eyes, and gaze at his own. “I need to find where my stepmother keeps the crates for the drugs.”

Jiyong pouted, but said, “Okay.”

He stood up, wincing and pulled her up with his uninjured hand. The connected zigzag patterns tattooed on his face a while ago has disappeared, and the only mark his submission to her stepmother had left was his bleeding fist. Jiyong looked at Sandara, examining her clothes from foot to toe and commented, “I don’t approve of that.”

“Well, we don’t have much time.” Sandara said, withdrawing her gun from her thigh strap. He looked at her, pouting and said, “Okay.”

Sandara gripped on the revolver tightly, and started to walk, her heels slamming against the cold asphalt. Jiyong followed her behind, clutching at his injured arm but he remained silent, which is unlike for a chatterbox like him. The silver crates now turned orange after a few strides, and Sandara clutched on the gun tighter. She can’t hear anything, but her heels. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.

Sandara stopped walking when she saw five people circling around Seungri, who’s clearly seen because he’s much taller than the people circling him. His face brightens up when he saw her, and he called, “Noona!”

The people circling him turned their heads rapidly at her. They looked normal; someone who’s not in the state of being into submission and their faces has no trace of tattooed black marks.

“They were about to kill me just a few minutes ago, then suddenly, they stopped and looked at me as if I was the one going to kill them.” Seungri said, and the people circling him now moved away from each other. Sandara can identify them as the artists from YGE, and one of them was Taeyang. He looked curious for a moment, but didn’t forget to smile at her, which she returned evenly.

“Guys, I now know where the drugs are kept. It’s hidden inside the white crates, at the center of the warehouse. Michelle Park is also there.” Sandara slightly jerked when Choice suddenly spoke. She turned to Seungri, who gave her a nod.

“Where do we turn?” Sandara asked through the earpiece. She heard Choice type noisily on his keyboard, and answered, “Right. Just keep straight and you’ll find Michelle Park herself.”

Sandara turned to Seungri again, and they nod in unison, before running towards the right. Everything around them feels like a blur as they run, but Sandara kept her head working. She has to avenge her father, Seven and Top’s father, Bom’s mother, the company and the artists of YGE who got turned into submissives because of her stepmother’s crazy dreams. Michelle Park has to pay a price, for being the craziest citizen of South Korea.

Sandara slowly slowed down when she saw her stepmother, in the middle of an intersection, with her guards protectively around her. She comes into a complete stop just a meter from her stepmother, and she saw the other boys at different directions. Seven was across from her, Psy and Daesung were on her right and Tablo and Mithra was on her left. The police came shortly after, their chief yelling, “Michelle Park, you’re now cornered. Surrender or we’ll be forced to kill you.”

Michelle laughed, evilly and said, “You think I’ll get scared? I’ve created monsters from apples; you don’t think I can make one right off the bat, would I?”

She pulled an apple from inside her coat. It looked like the normal apple, but the chemical injected in it filled the air, a nasty, toxic smell. Everyone buckled up, and Sandara’s grip on her revolver tightened. Michelle brought the apple to her lips, and took a bite. The apple dropped from her hands, and she followed the apple on the floor, crumpling and writhing. She held her stomach, groaning and yelping loudly. After a few minutes, Michelle turned still and her body turned pale. The chief officer took a brave step forward, and checked Michelle’s pulse. He shook his head, and when he thought no one understood because no one wept, he said, “She’s dead.”

Sandara stood frozen in her spot as everyone rejoiced, shouting and screaming at the top of their lungs, as well as the guards. She felt a grip on her arm, and she turned, finding herself face-to-face with Jiyong. He’s smiling; his full megawatt smile and his eyes shine in its brightest. He snuck his arm around her waist, his forehead leaning against hers and said, “Looks like the fairytale has now ended. The townsmen had saved their selves from the evil witch, don’t you think?”

“I think so,” Sandara admitted. “But it would be better if my stepmother got arrested.”

Jiyong shook his head, smirking. “You’re very nice.” He commented. “That’s why I love you.”

“What?” Sandara asked, grinning ear to ear.

“I said,” Jiyong shouted at first, and then leaned forward to her ear. “I love you.” He whispered.

Sandara was about to reply back when she felt herself being dragged away from him, and she saw Jiyong smirking as she was dragged away. Hastily, she looked up and saw Seven.

“The chief wants a word with you.” He said, and she knows that’s the end of the discussion.