Fan fiction involving GDragon of Big Bang and Dara of 2NE1. Both are Kpop artists.
Inspired by YGtv scenes, performances, public appearances, songs, MVs, updates, among others.
Ongoing fic.
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Dara’s phone rang but when she saw that it was Trollie, she cancelled it.
Once again it rang and once again she cancelled.
She quickly composed a quick text.
Don’t call yet. Still with the girls. On the way home now. Later.
GD was about to call the third time when Dara’s text came through.
He smirked and dialed another number.
“Hello?”
“Yo, Chae Rin!”
“Jingyo oppa!”
Dara’s eyes widened when she heard his name but she was quick to recover before Bom who was beside her noticed.
“Congrats! Just saw it with TOP and Yong Bae. You did great! I’m really proud!”
“Thank you, oppa!”
“Why do I feel like I’ve been congratulating you for like forever now.”
“We’re just that good, hehe” CL joked “but really oppa, we are lucky to have YG support.”
“You guys ARE good.” GD said. “Give me Minji”
CL handed her phone to Minji.
“Minkiii, It’s Jiyong oppa, here.”
“Jiyong oppa!” Minji greeted him. GD knew from her voice how happy the maknae was.
“Hey country girl! You did really good tonight!”
“Aish, oppa, why do you have to keep teasing me that? But thank you very much! I had fun tonight and we won!!!”
“Yes, I can tell from your voice. I’m really happy. Where’s Bom noona?”
“Bommie unnie, here!” Minji said as she handed CL’s phone to Bom.
“Hello” Bom sweetly said.
“Bom noona, congrats! You sounded good.”
“Ay, I know I was out of breath, no need to flatter me.”
“Haha! Okay, but still you did well. And congrats for all your awards.”
“Thanks. We just did a count and we already have 21, cool isn’t it?”
“Oh? Wow, and to think you’re barely 100 days old, I feel like we were such losers during our time.”
“Ani, don’t say that, Big Bang is part of 2NE1’s success.”
“Thank you, can I talk to Dara now?”
“Sure.” And she handed the phone to Dara.
“Hello?”
“I love you.”
Dara was dumbstruck. She looked at the girls who were, fortunately, busy chatting with each other.
“Oh, yeah…” she managed to say. “Thanks a lot.”
“Baby, I said I love you.”
Dara’s brains were racking like crazy thinking of how to respond naturally.
“Yes, it was so cool… I’ve never felt like it. The crowd was awesome!” She bit her lower lip. What in the world is he doing?
“You looked really great in those shorts and that top of mine. But the camera guy was a perv coz my baby is so hot.”
Jiyong, stop it! She thought.
“Ah…” She seriously had nothing else to say. What else could she say?
“I love you. Don’t I get an answer?”
“Ok, thanks for calling. Bye!”
She quickly hung up and gave the phone to CL.
Dara could just imagine GD rolling on the floor laughing.
I hate you. She wrote and texted to GD.
Lol. Surprised? He answered.
U think?
Lol. Yeah. Love you, baby.
Luv u too. But don’t call me baby.
I want to.
Five minutes passed before he got a reply.
Sorry had a call. We already arrived. Will sleep now. Too tired. Good nyt Blondie.
K, good night, baby. Luv u.
I see you enjoy tormenting me. Well don’t think I’m not gonna get u for everything. Just you wait and see. Keke. Luv u.
Luv u more.
GD woke up early the next morning. He was going to have a jog today with Gaho.
He was already in the car park when he saw that he’d left Gaho’s water.
The both went back and on the way a man with carrying a bouquet of flowers were with them. He looked like one of those delivery boys and he assumed he was. He pressed floor # 18. 2NE1’s floor.
GD got curious and couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“Hi. Don’t mean to pry but can I ask who the flowers are for?”
“Ah, this is for Ms. Sandara Park.”
“Ah, from whom?”
The delivery guy smiled. “I don’t know, sir. I was only asked to deliver them.”
“Of course. Sorry.” GD felt embarrassed.
When the guy stepped out on the 18th floor GD wanted to go with him.
He quickly took the bottle feeder and rushed back hoping to catch the delivery boy and more hopefully a glimpse of Dara.
Much to his happiness the elevator did stop at the 18th floor. It was the delivery boy on his way down but instead of Dara, GD saw Bom.
She was carrying the flowers.
“Bom noona.” He called while holding the open button.
Bom looked to their direction and smiled.
“Jiyong! Oh, You going somewhere?”
“Off to jog with Gaho.”
“Oh, I’ll go with you. I’m jogging too. Wait please.”
She didn’t wait for his response as she rushed inside, flowers in hand.
It didn’t take long for her to be back.
“Nice flowers.” GD said.
“They’re Dara’s. She’d been getting one every morning for some days now.” Bom answered while taking GaHo from GD’s arms at the same time.
“Really? From who?”
“We don’t have any idea. It says nothing on the note. Fanboy perhaps.”
“Ah. They know 2NE1’s address?”
“I guess so. Real fanboys should know.” She answered him but never taking her attention off Gaho.
Yeah. GD thought. That was a stupid question. But it at least proved a point he’d made. He had always wanted to give Dara flowers but debated on it since he thought an anonymous present would be regarded as coming from a fan boy, and he didn’t want that.
“So, excited for tomorrow?” Bom interrupted his thoughts.
“Ah, yeah! Yeah, very. I hope to do well like 2NE1.”
“What are u talking about, you’ll do even better!”
“I hope so. Maybe I could get tips from 2NE1.” He continued to tease.
“Perhaps the other girls, I had to beat myself last night for my performance. I was out of breath before we even got to Fire. That’s why I decided to jog today. I need to work on my core strength, build my stamina, and well, lose weight.”
“Lose weight? You look ok.”
“Yah, right. Everyone’s noticed me gaining weight.”
“Don’t mind them.”
“I don’t really but after last night I knew I had to seriously exercise.”
Bom put Gaho down and they started to run.
GD followed closely behind the two.
He thought about Dara. Who could’ve sent her the flowers? Wooyoung? Minwhan? Could be any of them. YB perhaps? Perhaps. The thought made him jealous once again. How could he had not notice it?
Bom found a bench and stopped to catch her breathing.
GD bent down to feed Gaho water.
“Bad Gaho, ran so fast without even warming up yet. I’m now out of breath.” She said as she fans herself with her hands.
“Oh, did you hear that? Bom noona is mad at you. You better be careful, she could hurt you. She could rip your head off you in one pull!”
Slap!
“Ouch!” GD reached for his shoulder to rub it.
“Serves you.”
“I was just kidding!”
“oh… Poor boy. Sorry, I was just kidding as well.”
“I like your sense of humor, noona.”
She gave him a fake smile.
“Let’s go back.” Bom suggested.
“But we haven’t even gone far yet.”
“I’m tired.”
“Haha! But noona, you haven’t even sweated yet. C’mon.”
Bom thought for a moment. She pouted and tied her hair in a bun.
“Okay.”
GD handed her Gaho’s leash and off they ran again, GD still deciding to trail the two.
He listened to Bom as she cheered Gaho on. “Fighting fighting ya ya ya!”
He watched her as she occasionally would pick Gaho to play with him and baby-talk him. “Chu chu chu Gaho so cute cutie.”
Seeing Bom like this remind him how he used to have a crush on her. A typical boy having young crush on his noona. He was 15; she was 20, tall, slim, and pretty. There was also her long hair and beautiful voice, plus the fact that she’d grown up in America interested him. But there was nothing more. They’d worked before but he’d never found her so amusing then. Not until 2NE1tv.
Bom saw that he was staring at her. She smiled to him.
“Thoughts off somewhere?” She asked before turning around and going back to running.
Pretty just like my Dara. He thought.
He grinned. How many times has he said that? Countless times. All of those ladies he’d met for Big Bang MV, Big Bang concerts, interviews, special stage collaborations- they get his attention for a moment only to remind him of Dara – Her eyes are like Dara’s, she’s got a small frame like Dara, she’s cute like Dara, she’s goofy like Dara, she sounds like Dara, and on and on. Kinda ironic, but it’s been like that since he saw her and fallen in love with her.
“Jiyong, hurry up!” Bom called on him.
“Yeah, be there now.” He answered.
Pretty like my Dara. He repeated.
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