[In the park]

 

SCREECHING!!!

 

CRASH!!!

 

I can hear the birds chirping above me.

 

I opened my eyes and immediately covered them with my left hand to block the afternoon sun overheard.

 

My head is still throbbing.

 

I got up and sat upright, looking around the park.

 

It felt so surreal.

 

I craned my neck to look for the object of my desire.

 

Still no sign of him.

 

In the distant, I can hear women screaming.

 

My chest tighten all of a sudden.

 

Then the pressure went away.

 

A wind blew across my face.

 

Seungri ~

 

I could almost swear I heard my name.

 

A large crowd seemed to gather around a busy intersection across the park.

 

Where is he?

 

My headache is starting to grow.

 

I felt cold all of a sudden.

 

It's the middle of autumn I supposed.

 

But the unusual rainy weather made the road slippery.

 

I knew this because my own car skidded a few times on the wet road surface.

 

I decided to call him.

 

*You're my heart heart heart heart heartttttttbreaker!!!*

 

XX : Dae-goo-se-yo.

 

SR : Oo-di-yah?

 

XX : Seungri?

 

SR : Yes. It's me.  Where are you?  Are you coming?

 

XX : Me?

 

SR : Yes you.  Are you still coming to meet me in the park?  I am already here hyung!

 

XX : Where are you exactly?

 

I looked around before continuing.

 

SR : Under a big shady tree, sitting on a picnic mat on the far side of the park opposite of the intersection. 

 

XX : What are you wearing?

 

SR : Black skinny jeans with red button front shirt.

 

XX : Red shirt?

 

SR : Yah red shirt.  Actually I don't even remember ever owning a red shirt.  I could almost swore that I wore a white button front shirt when I left the house earlier.

 

XX : Oh I see....

 

SR :  Hyung!  You haven't answered my question!  Are you on the way here?  How much longer do I have to wait?  My head is killing me.  Please get me some aspirin on your way here.

 

XX : Err....okay....just wait for me...don't go wandering around or follow strange men!

 

SR : Strange men?  Hyung!  You are the strangest man I knew! 

 

XX : *chuckles*  You lil imp!  I guess you are right.....Just.....stay put maknae-ah......I am really close by.....just wait for me....please.....

 

SR : Okay hyung.....I promise....you are acting all weird today.....

 

I hang up the phone.

 

The crowd had grown with the addition of an ambulance and police car.

 

A yellow police cordon line was set up.

 

Even paparazzi was seen busy clicking away for their ricebowls.

 

I rubbed my temples to soothe my headache.

 

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.

 

I turned around.

 

There he was.

 

Looking ever so handsome.

 

Spiky gel hair.

 

Green hoody with some dark red spots for patterns and paired with black skinny jeans.

 

Accessorized with a black winged adidas hightop sneakers.

 

But the best accessories was his smile.

 

I smiled as he takes his rightful place beside me on the mat.

 

SR : Hyung!  You are late!

 

GD : I am sorry.

 

SR :  Sorry?  You are apologising?  Like seriously apologising?

 

GD : Well that's what people do when they are late right?

 

SR : Yes.  But not you!  You are FYEAHGDRAGON!  You are ALWAYS LATE!!!

 

GD : Correction.  Fashionably late. haha.

 

I just laughed at GD hyung's humour.

 

Though my headache seemed to have gotten worse by the minute, I noticed that GD hyung was looking at me intently.

 

Almost seemed like he was studying me closely.

 

SR : Hyung...why are you looking at me like that?

 

GD : Why?  Does it bother you?

 

SR : Not exactly.  It's kinda creepy.  But I don't really mind.  Maybe because I am kinda used to it by now.  You know?  From all those years of you staring at me during tv interviews and such.

 

GD could only muster a sad laughter.

 

He reached over and held my right hand.

 

Tightly.

 

SR : Hyung....tell me what's wrong?  You are acting really strange right now...

 

GD : Nothings wrong maknae...

 

SR : You are lying!  I can see it in your eyes.  They are turning red.  Oh my god!  Are you crying?

 

GD couldn't hold back his tears any longer and just let them flow freely down his cheeks.

 

He cupped his mouth with his free right hand to muffle down any signs of crying.

 

SR : Hyung.....why are you crying?  What's wrong?  Please tell me?  I can't think straight right now....my head is throbbing like mad.....Please tell me...

 

GD wiped away his tears.

 

He looked at me and studied my face as if he was trying to remember every single details.

 

GD : Maknae...

 

SR : Yes hyung....

 

GD : Do you want to hear a story?

 

SR : Story? Hyung!  Tell me why are you crying first?  The story can wait!

 

GD : Shhhhhhhhh.....If you love me as your hyung....listen to my story....

 

I just nod my head in agreement as it felt like it was about to split open.

 

GD started narrating.

 

There once lived a handsome kid from Gwangju who came to Seoul all by himself to become a singer.

 

He joined a singing competition to try to be the next Shinhwa.

 

During his short stint on the competition, another handsome kid from Seoul took noticed of him during the competition.

 

The kid from Seoul thought that the kid from Gwangju was a lazy bum, for sleeping during inappropriate times during the competition.

 

In the end, he was cut from the competition.

 

Then as Fate intervened, the kid from Gwangju got accepted into YGe as a trainee.

 

The same company as the kid from Seoul.

 

The kid from Seoul was not pleased.

 

In fact he felt the kid from Gwangju did not deserve a place in YGe.

 

He would scold the kid from Gwangju at every single moments.

 

At every single thing.

 

His words would cut so deep that grown men could cry.

 

But the kid from Gwangju held on.

 

For his dream of being a singer.

 

He took it all in his stride.

 

Another round of elimination.

 

The kid from Gwangju got cut.

 

Yet again.

 

But Fate stepped in.

 

The kid from Gwangju was given another chance to prove his worthiness.

 

Between him and another trainee.

 

The kid from Gwangju gave the President 5 reasons why he deserve a place in BB.

 

Then he sang.

 

A small smile appeared on the President's face.

 

The kid from Seoul was not very happy.

 

Because the kid from Gwangju was chosen.

 

And his favourite dongsaeng was dropped.

 

Three months had passed.

 

The kid from Seoul had not spoken a word to the kid from Gwangju.

 

Until Goong came along.

 

As Baby Cupid decided to work overtime.

 

The kid from Seoul discovered that the kid from Gwangju loved watching Goong too.

 

From then onwards, GRi or Nyongtory was born.

 

During the kid from Seoul's birthday, the kid from Gwangju had secretly made a birthday song out of one of their songs.

 

The kid from Seoul was really happy that day.

 

No one has ever dedicated a song for him before.

 

Much less wrote a song for him.

 

He was always writing for others.

 

And he wanted his efforts to be reciprocated in return.

 

He wore a special smile that only came out whenever he thought of the kid from Gwangju.

 

In spite of gay rumours.

 

In spite of fanservice rumours.

 

In spite of any rumours of group disbanding.

 

In spite of any rumours of bad blood between the kid from Seoul and the kid from Gwangju.

 

The kid from Seoul always kept that special smile, only for the kid from Gwangju.

 

Made the kid from Gwangju, a solo song.

 

Even though it was supposed to be a 2NE1's song.

 

Took care of him the best way he can.

 

Via sms.

 

During the kid from Gwangju's debut solo mini album promotions.

 

Constantly promoting the kid from Gwangju's debut solo mini album at every interviews he been to.

 

Then one fine day...

 

The kid from Seoul wanted to spend time with the kid from Gwangju.

 

Just the two of them.

 

Because now, it was legal for same couple to get married.

 

Even if it's in New York.

 

With a Tiffany box safely in his jean pocket, the kid from Seoul had made plans to meet the kid from Gwangju at a park.

 

The kid from Seoul was on his way to the park.

 

Then he saw the object of his desire walking ahead of him, dressed in a white button front shirt and black skinny jeans.

 

Forgetting that he was about to cross a busy intersection, the kid from Seoul called out to the kid from Gwangju to wait for him.

 

The kid from Gwangju turned and saw the kid from Seoul and smiled back while waving.

 

Unfortunately, an incoming car had skidded on the wet road and jumped the kerb at the same time.

 

As a result, it hit the kid from Gwangju.

 

The impact of the hit caused the kid from Gwangju to be flung a few hundred metres away and landed in the middle of the busy intersection.

 

The kid from Seoul ran up to the badly injured body of the kid from Gwangju.

 

He picked him up and tried to revive him with CPR.

 

He called out his name many times hoping the kid from Gwangju will be called back from entering the light.

 

He brushed away the kid from Gwangju's bloodied hair from his temple.

 

He hugged the limp body of the kid from Gwangju, whose white shirt had been soaked red in his own blood.

 

Then came a phonecall.

 

The kid from Seoul picked up his cellphone and noticed the caller ID.

 

The kid from Gwangju had called him up.

 

Asking him for his whereabouts.

 

And how much longer he will take to arrive at the park as promised.

 

Thinking his mind was playing tricks on him, the kid from Seoul decided to just go to the meeting point.

 

Then he saw the kid from Gwangju sitting upright, under a big shady tree, waiting for his arrival.

 

He sat beside the kid from Gwangju.

 

Held his hand tightly.

 

Failed to hold back his own tears.

 

And started to narrate a story about a kid from Gwangju who entered a competition to become the next Shinhwa.

 

By the time GD hyung had finished his story, his eyes were red and teary.

 

His body was shaking uncontrollably.

 

My headache had subsided.

 

In fact, it is now gone.

 

The pressure in my chest had been uplifted.

 

The world seemed clearer.

 

I finally understood.

 

I reached over to touch GD hyung's face.

 

I held his face in my hands and pulled him into a kiss.

 

It felt warm.

 

Delicate.

 

And sweet.

 

I could feel his soft, warm breath in my face as he exhale through his nose.

 

Our tongues were locked in a game of tag.

 

I could taste his mouth as we exchanged the elixir of life.

 

It seemed like an eternity.

 

But if this was eternity, I was glad to be spending it with GD hyung.

 

When I could finally release myself from GD hyung, tears had already stained my cheeks.

 

Now it's my turn to take in every single square inch of GD hyung's face.

 

In spite of his messed up hair.

 

In spite of his messed up guyliner.

 

In spite of his pale pink kissable lips.

 

I still love him all the same.

 

And I knew the feeling is mutual.

 

A bright light came out of nowhere.

 

It was warm.

 

It was pure.

 

It was safe.

 

However...

 

It was calling me home.

 

As I found myself gravitating towards the beautiful light, I turned to take one last look at the love of my life, with the ring secured tightly on my ring finger.

 

The man I could have married.

 

The man I should have married.

 

The man I would have married.

 

GDragon.

 

Kwon Jiyong.

 

A gentle wind blew and reaches GD's ear.

 

Saranghae ~

 

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A/N: Alternate ending.