Another  chapter...

Credits to the owner

"Ya Kwon!" I yelled at him. Not this design. No way.

Five pair of eyes were staring at me. Maybe shocked when I yelled at their leader. .

"Ya kwon?" Taeyang finally laughed loudly. "This is epic. Ya Kwon... Ji, who was the last person who called you that?"

"Hyung... I think you found your match," Seungri said still looking at me.

The file hit my head. Damn! Those files are important. "I want to talk to you alone," I glared at him.

"I'll see you at the practice hall," Jiyong dismissed the four. "This lady can't resist my charm,"

"Hyung, not on the first meeting," Seungri teased. "And keep it low,"

I rolled my eyes and I just smiled to them as they got up and left the room. "How did that end up with you?" I gritted my teeth.

"Accident. It was marked demo and I thought it was mine. It was in my phone,"

"You lying.." I threw him the folder I was holding earlier which he dodged. "Give me back that file or I swear..."

He cut me. "If I won't?"

"I'll file theft. You know how.."

"I'm used to it. Plagiarism... and those stuff. Sue me." he challenged me. "You against Gdragon. I will get away from it."

"Really?! I'll make sure you won't get away from it. I can prove that that is mine," I shot back.

"Then do it,"

I slumped back. Damn! I remember reading articles about him on plagiarism  and he did get away and that was years ago. He wasn't that big before. How much more of today and we're talking of just production. Anyone can do it. I sighed. I concede. "Alright. Just not that,"

"Why not? I think it's perfect especially for our comeback song."

"I'll make you new one. But not that,"

He squinted. "And why is that? I want this,"

"Please not that," I was technically begging.

He looked at me. "Tell me why you can't produce this for our concert," he leaned on the table looking intently at me.

I have no choice. "That's for my mom's musical. She was supposed to direct one this.... this spring."

"Oh.... then make a new one for your mom,"  he said nonchalantly.

I looked at him sharply. "Screw you Kwon Jiyong! You can have that all and let's just see how your team will make it right," I shouted at him as I exited the room.

I revved out of the building and drove to Chan Young's apartment.

"Hey calm down" Chan young said as he opened the door. I was banging his door. "what the hell is going on?"

"I swear I'm gonna see that Dragon down," I was breathing fire in madness.

"What?" Chan Young can't help but laugh.

"It's not funny okay,"

"You're so funny. What do you mean dragon?" he was still laughing.

"That jerk stole my design. God! That was for mom,"

"Hold it. Hold it. Tell slowly what's going on coz, am not catching at all," Chan Young claimed the seat across me.

"Kwon Jiyong stole my designs and he wanted me to produce it. That jerk and ,"

"He what? Like Gdragon? Comeon Miss Jung.. How could.."

"yes, how could a Gdragon do that to me. Damn. I don't know, the boss just told me that YG have an offer and I head down there only to find out that I was being held up with my design."

"Seriously?" Chan Young can't still believe it.

"Yes and I am not going to do it. No way," I stamped my feet like a frustrated kid. "what now?" I saw my boss name flashing in my phone. "I went to meet them," I answered the phone.

"I know and they said they like you. You're going to start reporting to them tomorrow and.."

"What? NO. I am not going to do it,"

"What do you mean you don't want to do it?" my boss' voice went up.

"I don't want to work with arrogant people," I blurted.

"Arrogant? Ya Jung Eunji. You are going to work with them. Work whatever your discrepancies with the arrogant people in there. That's final. You start tomorrow," he hang up.

"Oh my God! What did I do in my previous life to deserve this," I whined.

"Nothing sweetheart. You should be thankful to be working with YG. YG is not just YG."

"If that bastard didn't stole my design," I whined further.

"Look, just go and try. No harm in trying.  So what if he's Gdragon. Show him who's Jung Eunji. If he wanted to use your design do it," Chan young's boasting my morale again. He's not helping at all.

"He wants the design I made for mom's musical,"

"What??!! How.. Ok. How in hell did he found out about that design?" No there he is. The interrogation starts now.

"It's a long story. I have to go. I need to start with the design." I picked my bag.

"You better tell me everything after this is done," He said as he got up as well.

"Will do. Call you later,"  I closed the door behind me and I lazily made my way to the car park. I went home and started browsing about Bigbang. I only knew about their basic. I  sometime catch them on TV but never saw their concert. I played their latest concert to check what kind of production they had. The concert lasted for 2 and half hours. I was almost sleeping on the couch when it ended. The production was good. It just need some little touches. I got up and sat on my desk. I am going to make a raw draft to present it to them tomorrow. My hand started to work on it's own. That's what I like when I work. Once I'm in the mood, I don't need to think. Ideas just flow in. 'Darn!' I cursed in my head. If only that jerk gave me back the design, I would at least know which part he wanted. I cannot use the whole design. I navigated on my laptop hoping to find a back up of that file. Damn! I knew I always back up everything. Why isn't it here. I was frustrated and slumped my head on the table. Oh God! There! It's untitled folder. I excitedly open. My brows creased. I slowly opened one sub folder. I suddenly sat upright. I smiled wickedly. I closed the file I opened and searched for something.

 I sent him like 5 messages already and he hasn't replied any. I grabbed a photo from the file and sent it to him. Not even 10 seconds after I sent my phone rang. I ignored it. Then it rang again. "Meet me at the cafe in 30. I'll send the address." I didn't even greet him.

"Ya! Where did you get the photo?" Obviously he was mad.

"Save the question for later and oh bring the file. I had the raw draft. Wait, did I interrupted a session?"  I mocked.

"Yes, you did," he answered without hesitation. "Just go to YG building. Get yourself in and I'll meet you in my studio. And you better have an explanation of that photo," he hang up pissed off.