LAST CHANCE (Sequel to I DON'T DATE WITHIN YG FAMILY) ONESHOT
Description
he said some things he didn't mean at all...
... she said some things she wished she didn't have to say once and for all...
she had moved on replacing the love that resided in her heart once...
... he stayed behind with the hope of having one last chance...
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i got inspired when i listened to one of my favorite songs of all time, "last chance" by allure... i remembered some readers wanted a sequel to "i don't date within yg" so i told myself, "why not?"
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please also support my other fics here in aff... you can find them below:
"GO AWAY/ DON'T GO AWAY" [COMPLETED]
http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/40070/go-away-don-t-go-away-dara-daragon-khundara
"THE OBLIVIOUS GODDESS" [ONGOING]
"I DON'T DATE WITHIN YG FAMILY" (ONE SHOT) [COMPLETED]
"HELLO... FANBOYS!" (ONE SHOT) [COMPLETED]
KAMSAHAMNIDA!!! <3
Foreword
It has already been five months. Five months had been fleeting for a girl who lives her life in front of the limelight.
In the span of five months, a lot of things happened in my life.
My group won six awards all in all for our second mini album.
We also held our first ever series of concerts fittingly called "Nolza".
And left for Japan to start our Hallyu domination.
My niece, Dadoongie, found a new playmate in the presence of Jiji.
And my heart found a new companion in the person of Kim Jaejoong.
It has already been five months, five swiftly passing months...
... since I said goodbye to Kwon Jiyong.
It has already been five months. Five months should have been fleeting for a guy who lives his life in front of the limelight.
In the span of five months, a lot of things were supposed to happen in my life.
I was supposed to release my second album but decided to promote with TOP-hyung instead. I just can't seem to find a suitable replacement for the most important featured artist on my new album.
I was supposed to produce Seungri's next album but my useless brain does not want to function. All I ended up composing were depressing and heartbreaking pieces that even my dongsaeng couldn't bear to sing.
I was supposed to immersed myself into piles and piles of work but instead, I drowned myself in bottles and bottles of misery.
I was supposed to have my inspiration by my side, supporting me in my every endeavor just like what she used to do.
Instead, I am left with the torturous feeling of regret, feeling like a damn fool for giving her a reason to flee from my grasp and land on someone else's arms.
It has already been five months, five long, grueling months...
... since I lost Sandara Park.
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