Audition [Daragon]

Target 27 [Part 1]: Click

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Dara's P.O.V

I woke up with my head aching as if I was hit by a baseball bat in the head last night. The room I am in is unfamiliar, and it took me just a short moment to register what happened and why am I here.

Yesterday, Bom and I spent our entire day searching for my future husband from my celebrity suitors. We visited some of them, and talked to some over the phone but none of the numerous boys we listed was the suspect. And because we can't even properly go back to our rooms last night because we're too tired--we got home past midnight--I ended up sleeping in the room nearest to the front door while Bom collapsed on the couch by the living room--she can't take the last few steps anymore.

I groggily sat up and massaged my head. "I hate this kind of lifestyle."

"Yeah, sure. Everyone does." I jerked up from the bed, my body forming a martial arts offensive figure towards the person who just talked and I found my hand face-to-face with Jiyong's nose.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still not letting my form down.

"I was about to pick you up for a date. Remember, yesterday?" Jiyong moved my hand down and commented, "You're so jumpy."

"Am not. I am just perplexed to see someone inside someone else's room without the owner's permission. Nonetheless, I was asleep a while ago."

"What were you doing last night and you're so tired? What kind of expedition did Bom drag you into?" He interrogated me, and forced me to sit up in front of him, pulling my hand down. I followed him, sitting in front of him in an Indian sit and pouted.

"We were just hanging out. The girl needs to enjoy being single before being tied." I lied, feigning my most puppy-dog pleading act which I haven't done even once to Jiyong. Oh, please make this work.

"Well, you have a point." He admitted. "But you should have time to sleep. You might not grow again if you keep on sleeping late."

An arrow stabbed my chest. I glared at him. "It's not funny."

He shrugged. "I wasn't even joking."

"We will not date." I announced, monotonous and got back to sleep, covering my whole body with Bom's comforter.

"Dara, I wasn't jo-"

"Save it, Sherlock." I shouted and closed my eyelids. Jiyong tried to get my attention by tickling me, but I withhold my laugh and just got on in playing sleep.

"Dara, I was just worried. I don't want you to be low blooded and lost account on red blood cells because you sleep late." He said, softly. "Please,"

"We're not going to date, Kwon Jiyong." I shouted, and quickly hopped off from bed, causing for the comforter to land on top of Jiyong. "Date yourself!"

I run out of the room and went straight to the kitchen, where Bom was cooking our breakfast. The whole room smelled of honey and butter, she must be cooking pancakes.

"Oh honey, you're in time. The last piece is already done." Bom said in a motherly kind of tone like she always does during mornings, smiled, tossed the pancake to the plate like a professional and continued, "Let's eat!"

I sat on my chair, the one with my picture on its backrest as its design and pouted. "You shouldn't have let Jiyong in."

"Oh honey," Bom cried, and placed two pancakes on my plate. "Boyfriends need to care for you like how mothers do to their child. I remember when your father-" when she meant father, she meant Top. "-Became my boyfriend, he was so caring and overprotective. I am not even allowed to go outside without him back those days. Ah, such a memory." Bom smiled, dreamily as she poured maple syrup on my pancakes. Before my pancakes completely got drowned by the maple syrup, I lifted Bom's hand.

"Ah, you're making it too sweet!" I protested.

"I'm sorry, dear. Mother's going on into a flashback. Any schedules for today?" She asked, starting to eat her own food, which is just plain corn.

"Going to watch America's Next Top Model and HBO movies." I answered. "Then, go for a grocery shopping."

"Don't have a date?" She asked, raising a brow and as if on cue, the door to her room opened. Jiyong exited the room, his eyes gazing at me and intentionally, I said, "I don't have a date today."

"Why not? The sun's not too bright. There's no rain. What more can you ask for?" She asked, her forehead creased. "Natural calamities and bad weathers always had their timing with my dates. I wished your father and I don't have to do the 'put-his-jacket-over-me-and-run-under-the-rain' chick flick thing frequently, but alas, we should because it always rains."

"Well, at least Dad's not the type of guy who sneaks out in other people's rooms and joke his girlfriend with bad words like small and..." My voice faltered, because I lacked enough adjectives. Bom patiently waited for the word, and Jiyong started to act he just won. "Stupid!" I added, shouting with matching eye rolling and arm crossing.

Bom glanced at Jiyong, then, to me. "Are you two having a fight?" She asked, pointing at me then to Jiyong.

Jiyong hunched his shoulders. "We are after I told her she should sleep in order to grow, and when she found out I sneaked inside your room."

Bom sighed, and looked at me. "You got an anxious boyfriend and you still chose to be hard-headed." She rolled her eyes. "Color me surprised."

I huffed, and fixed my attention on my plate, poking my pancakes with the fork as I mumble, "It wasn't good."

Bom sighed, wiped her mouth and said, "You two fix this thing while I go get ready." She stood up and went to the bathroom. Then from inside, she shouted, "You two talk or I'll call the media!"

The air went awkward when we both look at each other, and I started to think that, maybe, fighting with him won't work out. Because the air I breathe smells of his perfume, lingering and traveling around, and the more we stay alone, the more urgent my need of his touch--which in a more informal language is hug.

Jiyong went to Top's seat; the one with Top's face designed on the backrest, and sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that those words will offend you."

My nose immediately crinkled. "Sorry? God, Jiyong I am in a bad mood and I just woke up then you'll greet me by telling jokes? That wasn't a good start."

He sighed. "Please, forgive me." He went over to me, and hugged me by my side, resting his chin on top of my shoulder. "Jagiya,"

Since, he was cute calling me that name, I decided to forgive me. "Fine. I forgive you."

He smiled, and was about to kiss me, when I stopped him, placing two fingers on his lips. "No kissing on mornings."

He pouted. "But-"

"No buts. I am not going to kiss you with you smelling like burnt popcorn." He creased his forehead, and when the momentum came when he's going to smell his own breath, I jumped off from my seat and dashed to my room.

"Dara!" Jiyong protested, but I didn't look back because I was more absorbed with my will to escape another kiss from him.




"Stop in front of that truck. I'm going to walk from that point." Bom ordered, and with hesitation, because he doesn't want to be ordered around, Jiyong stopped in front of the truck.

"Bom, are you sure?" I asked, turning my head to her with my hands tightly gripping the seat belt.

"Yes," She smiled and patted my shoulder then turned to Jiyong, her eyes glinting and her lips snarled. "You better take care of her, you jerk."

"I am not a jerk." Jiyong only replied, his eyes still focused to the space before him.

Bom calmly exhaled and shouted rapidly, "You got almost all the girls in Korea and you're still not a jerk?! Huh?!" Bom pushed Jiyong's forehead away, brutally and muttered, "Stupid."

"Fine, I'm a jerk." Jiyong rolled his eyes. "You make a big deal out of it."

"You ungrateful jerky maknae," Bom gritted her teeth, and I quickly stopped her before she grappled Jiyong's neck. Her fingers almost reached Jiyong's face and prick it, but Jiyong quickly got my message and moved his face away.

"It's okay." I assured, though I wasn't even sure of myself. "It's okay."

"Whatever." Bom muttered, and crossed her arms, but it didn't make me put my shield for Jiyong down. "You're safe this time from my brutal inquisition because I'll be late, but you have to make sure Dara'll be here at 5:00 sharp."

"And why would I do that? You'll just drag her to your nonsense expeditions. She'll sleep late. Eye bags. White Blood Cells. Platelet.  
Gone. Poof." Jiyong muttered, his eyes narrowed and then, turned to Bom. "No."

"It's just a girls night out Jiyong." I lied, hopeful that I mask my worries enough. "Besides, Minzy and CL will be there with us."

Jiyong's expression remained appalled, even when he said, "Yes." as an agreement. Bom didn't wait for him anymore to say anything more or warn her; she just jumped out of the car--literally.

"If you're hiding something to me," Jiyong suddenly muttered, sighing heavily and I started to feel nervous. "Or if you're lying to me, I don't know what I would do."

"What are you talking about?" I jerked away from him, imitating a shocked person.

"Just stating my feelings and opinions. I may be a boy...” He shrugged, and turned to me. "Anyway, where do you want to go?"

I shrugged. "Anywhere."

He pouted while thinking, which made me want to kiss him on the lips but I hesitantly fought my urge, restraining myself. I mentally slapped my face, thinking, you’re such a perverted girlfriend Sandara and I'm an over-obsessed girlfriend.

"Eureka," Jiyong whispered, grinned and turned the car to the road. "I just know the exact place."

I didn't ask him anymore, and just let him drive.



A part of me wanted to scream and shout and another just remained appalled because I don't know how to react to this.

Apparently, men today have this kind of thinking that every girl likes to have their first date at either a) a fancy restaurant b) a motel and c) a theme park. And Jiyong didn't exclude me.

As Jiyong park his Bentley at one of the parking lots here at Lotte World, my stomach started to topple upside down and my eyes remained focused on the entrance.

"Here?" I whispered, and turned to Jiyong, he was so proud of himself that he was grinning wickedly. But as soon as he lifted his face and saw my reaction, it quickly dissipated.

"You don't like?" He asked, with a tinge of sadness in his voice and with a pout.

"No," I smiled. "It's good." I nodded. "Though you sure you're going in without a mask or what?"

"Oh," He grinned proudly. "I'm going in without a mask."

"What?! Are you nuts?" I screamed. "Do you want us both to die?!"

"As long as we're together." He shrugged. "I'm good."

"Kwon Jiyong..!" I shouted, but he had already gone out of the car before he could hear my voice. He opened my door, offered a hand and as for an answer, I scooted away from him. He raised his brow, massaged his knuckles, reached for my thighs and neck and easily, lifted me up. He watched out for the headboard so my head won't bump on it, and pried me out of the car, carrying me bridal-style.

"Kwon Jiyong..!" I gritted under my teeth. "Put me down! You're embarrassing us!" I shook my whole body, hoping he would accidentally put me down, even if it meant me getting broken bones in the outcome.

"Why do they care? We are just a happy couple doing romantic things." He rolled his eyes and started to walk towards the entrance. "Like we care when they make a public proposal." He muttered.

I was about to make a witty contradiction when I saw a group of high school girls. Instinctively, I hid my face at the small gap from Jiyong's underarm and chest and closed my eyes.

I heard one of them say, "Oh, it's G-Dragon!"

Then, it was followed by footsteps, squeals and interrogations like, "What are you doing here?" and "Who's this?"

Jiyong only replied, "My girlfriend."

"Oh! Why is she hiding her face?" One asked.

I felt Jiyong shrug. "She's a born vampire. Too much exposure to sunlight makes you a walking disco ball. You know, Edward Cullen."

"Oh! That's why she has a flawless milky white skin." I felt one of them rub her thumb across my exposed thigh, because I was wearing shorts.

"I have to go now, girls." Jiyong finally said and the rubbing stopped. "Thank you."

"Oh okay," One said. "Enjoy!"

And that was the end of their conversation.

I didn't put my head out the gap even if the conversation already ended while Jiyong walked with ease towards the entrance of the theme park. Odd, he didn't buy tickets for the entrance and the lady guard just said, "Oh, welcome sir."

Celebrity perks, who knows? I thought.

For the most famous theme park in South Korea, Lotte World seems to be eerily quiet. There were no oars moving or music playing and there was hardly any person's noise except for Jiyong's breathing and some gasping. Out of curiosity, I move my head out.

An anchor was almost dropped on my head when I saw the surroundings. There were hardly any person around, or I might say, no one is inside except for the staff. The carousel isn't turned on, which is the first ride you'll see when you enter and there were many rides that aren't moving. To my agitated surprise, I turned to Jiyong.

"What's with this?" I asked. "Are we too early for the entrance?"

He smiled down on me, which is autonomously bright for a bright day. "I reserved the whole Lotte World."

"You what?!" I wiggled free from his grasp and fortunately, he dropped me. As my bottom collided with the floor, I looked up to him and crossed my arms. "What did you just do now, young man?"

He rolled his eyes. "You sound like my mom."

"Well all girls do!" I countered.

"They sound like my mom?" He asked and pondered, "Well if they do, I'll just marry anyone I'll bump into at the mall."

"You can't just do that!" I shouted.

"And why?"

"Because that's too awkward and ridiculous!"

"Why would it be ridiculous?"

"Because you don't know the girl!"

"But all girls are like my mom! Therefore, I know the girl!"

"You can't just marry randomly because all the girls are like your mom!"

"And why?"

"Because I'll get jealous!"

"And why would you get jealous?"

"It's because I love you!" I shouted, my face still angry but now calm as Jiyong's grin grew wide.

"I love you." He smirked, paused and when he saw my appalled face, finally said, "Come on, let's just enjoy this day."

He offered me his hand, which I hesitantly accepted and he pulled me up. When my head bumped against his chest, I glared up at him and said, "One move and you'll regret you've ever been born."

He raised both of his hands together with his eyebrows. "I won't dare."

"Then," I crossed my arms. "Challenge accepted."

Going to a theme park as your first date is happy yet...tiring. Plus the fact that your boyfriend is childish, well, that's a huge commotion. We did ride all the rides. We did enjoy it. But I didn't say I didn't feel queasy on some rides.

Of course, we rode first the carousel, which I insisted since it can serve as my practice before we ride anything extreme. We held hands as we sat on two different plastic horses beside each other. It was sweet but embarrassing because the staff won't stop staring at us.

Then, we rode the octopus on two different stalls. He chose an even stall, while I chose an odd stall. Because it was elevated, I could see Jiyong diagonally opposite of me, raising his hands in the air as the ride operators operate the ride.

I loved the view when we visited the Peter Pan narrative house and the Lion King Boat ride. The statues move as if it's real, and the music was so good, I would like to download it on iTunes.

The only rides I didn't feel as good as the previous ones were, well, the horror house, the roller coaster ride, the ride where they drop you from very high above and the swinging boat. It made me so queasy, Jiyong was the only one who enjoyed the rides, except for the horror house, because Jiyong carried me bridal-style when I began to refuse walking halfway the ride.

"It was fun." Jiyong declared and put me down on the wooden bench. "But not as fun as last year. Last year, you'll come across a coffin and Dracula will come out of it then, bite you. I could still remember how those teeth feel like at my neck.

"I'm dizzy." I declared and hugged the backrest of the bench, my eyes continuously rolls like a spiral. "The hands won't stop chasing me around the house."

"At least you had the most fun." Jiyong sighed and sat beside me, my back facing him. "When the white lady found out I'm G-Dragon, she squealed and the creatures started to come near me for an autograph."

"Does it always work for a celebrity?" I asked, twisting my back towards him and wiped off the sweat from his forehead.

He sighed. "Always. And it doesn't do anything good for us. It just ruins privacy--too much about privacy. They turn it for publicity, wreck our wants and change our lives. It doesn't do anything good except for high profit, high serving and high recognition. That's were only the ones we're proud of."

"Well," I smiled. "It still hasn't changed the man I am in love with so it isn't so bad after all."

He turned to me, grinning mischievously. "You're saying the L word more often than I could imagine."

Then, I remember the deadline I have. I just only have roughly 4 days to spend time with Jiyong. If unfortunate, it could get shorter than expected.

Unconsciously, I sobbed and tears flowed out of my eyes. Jiyong jerked back and cupped both of my cheeks.

"Hey," He said, his voice was feeble and barely audible. "Why are you crying?"

I kissed him. It was short but full of promise. In my mind, I chant my promises while kissing him. I will always love you and will never replace you with anyone. Remember that, please.

I pulled out before he could even do something beyond kissing on the lips and hugged him tight. "I love you," I sobbed. "I love you."

"I love you." He said. "I love you."

And a flash woke us up from our little moment. I pulled out turned and almost get blinded by another flash.

The camera slowly goes down, and my eyes widen when I saw the person behind it.

"You're his girlfriend?"

A/N: Does anyone know to create posters for new stories?