Chapter 8 (1/1)

[Cont from Chapter six]  "Oh, hey, Ji." I muttered, wiping my tears away hastily in vain hopes of him not catching them, but he grabbed onto my wrist. "Forget it, I saw them." He whispered softly, using the back of his hand to wipe them away gently, leaving me staring, unsure of what I should feel. "What happened?"   "I..I.." I hesitated, my old habit kicking in as my tongue tied up, not used to tell my problems towards strangers. But is he one? He's my friend.  "That day on the roof, I heard you told Daesung your worries and problems.. I heard, not all, but I heard  you telling him." He muttered, releasing my hand, dropping his dissapointed gaze. "So you can tell him, and not me?" "That's not it.." I protested softly, inhaling deeply to control my emotions before telling him about the president's sudden decision for me to switch career paths. To my surprise and slight annoyance, Jiyong actually smiled at the end of it. "You girl, you scared me. I thought something really bad happened." He said. "Isn't this bad enough?" I asked, horror struck. "I started off as an actor too, you know, before Bigbang and even G-Dragon," He sighed, staring into space dreamily, as if lost in his own memories as I gave him a watery chuckle before teasing, "I know, you were that dancing kid in the children show." "Well, yeah." Jiyong retorted indignantly, "If it wasn't for that, I don't think I'd be here today. So maybe being an actress isn't that bad you know, it's worth a shot, in my opinion. Besides, you're good at it." He said, adding a reassuring smile, "I'll support you no matter you're singing or acting, Kyungmi."  I stared at him, turning pink again, my heart flutteringly untimingly. Realising this, Jiyong coughed, looking away awkwardly. Although the way he teases gives people an impression of him being childish, I had never noticed his maturity. Talking to him made my problems seem small and no doubt, he has his way of making people feel better. "I'm hungry," He said, breaking the silence to stand up and pull me alone, "It's 9 in the night, lets go grab a bite." We arrived at the playground not far from the company building where I worked and we got our microwaved pizza and diet coke. We sat on a stone chair, gulping down our very late meal in silence when a sudden noise startled us. Two teenager girls, looking like they're still in middle school, were coming in our direction, laughing and gibbering amond themselves. As they came closer, we jumped among hearing their conversation. "BIGBANG oppas are all mine!" One squealed while the other laughed before pushing her shoulder playfully, arguing, "No! Jiyong oppa is mine!"  Jiyong shot up in surprise as I pressed him back down almost immediately. His eyes were filled with panic and alarm and I swallowed nervously. The girls are closing in and G-Dragon could not be seen, at night in a park with a girl who's a trainee and actress to be from his agency. No. It would have seemed too wrong and inappropriate. Almost suddenly, without any warning at all, there was a sharp tug on my wrist and Jiyong pressed his lips on mine as I let out a muffled scream and struggled, restraining myself not to throw out the dirtiest curse words that popped into my head but his grip was iron tight. I glared furiously into his eys, demanding an explanation. His brown orbs darted to the girls urgently and back at me before he squinted them slight, as if he's begging me. So that's what he's doing- so his face wouldn't be seen. Relaxing slightly now I knew his intention, I shot him another glare that simply implied his forecoming doom after the girls were gone, and he whimpered. The girls walked past, shooting us an envy glance as Jiyong shut his eyes tightly, cooing "How sweet!" My eyes followed the girls, staring unfriendily at them as Jiyong's lips remained stonily on mine, who were creeped out by my gesture as they hurried their steps away.  Yes, darlings. How sweet. I thought ironically,This man here who rammed his lips on mine is your dream idol, BIGBANG's charismatic leader G-Dragon. Wonder if your reaction would be "oh! so sweet." if you had realised that, I laughed darkly in my head, not hesitating to push Jiyong hardly off me once the girls were out of view. Sparing him a glare, I considered his rightful punishment. He didn't do anything funny as our lips met though, considering how hard we were both clamping them shut, which showed that he didn't mean anything other than to hide himself from his fans. Under that situation, there wasn't any other ways to hide, no time left to run. Jiyong looked at me nervously, as I finally sighed, finding no excuse to behead or castrate him. "Fine. I understand. But you should've warned me first before doing it." I grumbled, discarding the empty packets in the dustbin before strolling to the swings, rocking myself gently on it as he came to my side, occupying the empty one beside mine. "How am I supposed to tell you? oh, Be very prepared, KyungMi, and I do hope you have some lipgloss on, because I'm kissing you right now. Like this?" He said softly, kicking the sand lightly under his nikes. I scowled at his sarcasm, but flushed upon hearing the word. We fell silent, enjoying the cold night breeze of Seoul blowing gently through our hair. "Was that your first kiss?" He asked, abruptly. "I.. Well, no." "Really?" he said, his head snapping up to look at me, filled with curiousity and interested. "You dated before?" "Just once." I replied casually, continuing to swing myself lightly. "What happened, in the end? Why did you both, you know, broke up?" He asked as I sighed and stopped, looking up into his curious filling eyes. "He cheated on me, Jiyong." There was a silence as his gaze and mine stuck together before he lowered his eyes. "He must be a scumbag. I'm sorry." He said softly, afraid to hurt my feelings.   "Don't be," I smiled weakly, "That happened a long time ago." "Is that why you.. Don't trust easily?" "Partially, I guess." "Oh. But trust me, not all men are like that." He said sincerely, his eyes brimming with a fierce determination which I accounted to having do with the pride of men. "Just wait, one day a man will make you trust again."  I smiled again upon seeing how hard he always tries to cheer me up. "I hope he appears soon then," I mused, looking up at the starless sky longingly. It's true, secretly, I wished for someone to stretch out a hand to save me from the depths of despair that I myself dug and jumped into. Trusting and loving someone, that sounded nice. I was lonely.  He stayed still for a while before getting on his feet suddenly. "Yah," He called, "Hold on tight."  "Wai-what?" I blurted but he started swinging me, slowly at first but it started to get smoother and faster. The wind gushes past my face, refreshing and exhilarating. Jiyong's contagious laughter ringing behind me that prompted me to laugh along with him as we spend the next hour pushing each other on the swing.  "It's getting late, lets go home now." He said, panting, flashing me one of his gummy smiles. We trotted back together, and after a very comfortable silence, he asked.  "I reached. Where do you live?"   "What?" I blinked, "But I live here too." I added, feeling strange, pointing towards the block of houses across the road.  "Impossible.." He mumbled, shining with amazement and disbelief, "But I live there!" He said loudly, his own finger stretched to the direction of the apartment a road away from my house.  I gaped at him, exchanging looks of wonder before bursting into laughter. I guess it's really a small world afterall.  "I'll go back then. See ya, Kyungmi." He laughed, waving before heading to his dorm casually, tucking his hands back into his pockets. I smiled at his departing figure, feeling strangely lighthearted as I whispered gratefully with slightly dampened eyes,  "Thank you, Oppa."  TO  nckjy5e, suyeeaung, wolfprincess143, lovia89, 84_ysayahya11, you 143, and kim-heeyoung AND THANK YOU FOR SUBSCRIBING /HEARTS/ TO: vip_fan AND lovis89THANK YOU FOR LEAVING COMMENTS, THATS THETHINGS THAT MAKES ME THE HAPPIEST.