| Fan Fiction |
by xyaytraycee
“Ah, I can see somebody’s warming up to Kwon Jiyong,” Taeyang grinned at me as I pushed my way past him.
“I am not,” I seethed, “warming up to Kwon Jiyong.” I grabbed a rag from behind the counter and began to scrub the counter.
“So, are you mad at him because he can’t do long division, or are you mad at him because you don’t want to like him?” Damn. Taeyang could read me like a book.
“I’m not mad,” I plastered a smile on my face, blowing my bangs away. “I’m simply…simply irritated.”
“Aha! I knew it! That’s your problem, Taeyoung ah, you’re too afraid to let anyone in. I can’t be your only friend you know,” he rolled his eyes at me.
“I’m not irritated at Jiyong, you monkey,” I exclaimed. “I’m irritated at my nosy punk of a co-worker!”
“So you admit that you aren’t mad at Jiyong?” He ignored my outburst.
“Yes,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m not mad at Jiyong.”
“So you admit that he’s actually a very decent guy?” he continued nonchalantly.
“Don’t push your luck,” I muttered.
“Taeyoung,” he turned to me, putting his hands on his muscular hips. “Don’t be stupid. You must be the only one who doesn’t realize that Jiyong likes you.”
“You know what I would like?” I mimicked his hips action, eye to eye with him now. “I would like you to do your job and stop poking your nose in my business.”
“I’m only poking my nose in your business because you let my nose in,” he smirked, grabbing a few cups of coffee on a tray. “Look, your lover boy is calling you over.” I rolled my eyes at him again and threw the rag in the sink, taking off my apron as I headed back over to Jiyong, who was waving at me excitedly.
“I got it, I got it!” he grinned brightly, pointing at the problem that was messily covered with his neat numbers. I sat down, my back to the door of the diner, and took the notebook away from him.
“Hmm,” I nodded, looking over his work, “it seems like you did, good jo—what’s wrong with you?” I glanced up at him, his stare fixed on the door, which had just indicated the arrival of a potential customer with its annoying little bell. “Yah…Kwon Jiyong!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. But his expression seemed to be…scared. I blinked. Kwon Jiyong, scared? The G-Dragon? I turned around slowly, trying to see what he kept staring at.
“Wait, wait, wait!” he suddenly reached up and grabbed my hands towards him, causing my head to whip around.
“What?” I asked, genuinely concerned now. He seemed somewhat frantic, from the look in those dark brown eyes. I looked down at my hands, which he had grabbed and held against his hard chest. “Er…Jiyong…”
“Oh, sorry,” he flushed, letting go, much to my disappointment. “I…uh…I have to go now.” He stood up abruptly and began to stuff the papers and textbooks into his backpack.
“Hyung!” a deep voice had called from across the restaurant.
“Oh sh-t.” Jiyong muttered under his breath. “Don’t come over here, don’t come over here, please don’t come over here.”
“Huh?” I said, worried about his sanity. “Are you okay? You’re looking a little pale…” Suddenly, before my eyes, materialized another person, almost as good looking as Kwon Jiyong himself. I blinked once, twice, three times. Nope, it wasn’t a dream.
“Hyung, where have you been? Appa has been looking for you,” spoke the mysterious, good looking stranger, who threw an arm around Jiyong. I blinked again. His smile was so bright. It was big, wide, supported by two rows of gleaming white teeth. His face was tanned but kind, his eyes almost as small as Taeyang. He stood tall, as tall as Jiyong, who already casted a shadow over me. I felt a hand touch my chin, closing my mouth.
“You’re drooling,” Taeyang’s voice whisper-laughed in my ear. I snapped out of literally gaping at Jiyong’s friend and glared at my co-worker.
“Daesung,” Jiyong sighed. “What are you doing here?”
“Obviously, I’m looking for you. You need to come home now. Appa wants to talk to you,” the stranger said, tucking a pair of sunglasses into the back pocket of his jeans.
“I’m kind of busy right now,” Jiyong mumbled, indicating the textbook he held in his hand.
“Oh, studying? You’re so smart, Hyung, but Appa still needs to talk to you.” His eyes traveled from the book to the papers on the table, finally settling on me. “Who are you?” His tone wasn’t rude, but it was quite curious. I opened my mouth to answer, but Jiyong immediately cut me off.
“She’s a friend,” he said quickly, diverting his eyes down to the linoleum floor.
“A friend?” his friend’s eyebrow raised. “A girlfriend?”
“Yes,” Jiyong replied, “I mean, no—no, a girl that’s a friend.”
“Right,” the stranger spoke, glancing at Jiyong for a while. “A friend. You know, she looks different from the last girl that came over the other time…” My stomach clenched. Jiyong had a girl over to his house. I felt the jealousy burn, but I had too much pride to admit it, of course.
“I never had a girl over,” he snapped, turning his back towards me. What a liar.
“Uh huh,” his friend spoke, continue to look at Jiyong, then settling his gaze on me. In his warm eyes, I can see, a spark of interest ignited. I crossed my arms over my chest tightly, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I heard Taeyang stand behind me, lightly snickering. Irritated, I pushed my elbow back, poking his thigh with my bony funny-bone.
“Ow,” I heard him mutter, allowing a feeling of satisfaction to wash over me. That’s what you get for laughing, you jerk.
“Hi,” Jiyong’s friend suddenly spoke directly at me, leaning over the table and extending his hand out. “I’m Kang Daesung.” My eyes grew wide.
“K-Kang Daesung?” I stammered, causing another snicker from Taeyang to escape.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling. Jiyong let out a grunt of frustration from behind him. “You know me?” Know him? Half the girls at school were obsessed with him. Not that it mattered to me. I had better things to do than fawn over celebrities that I knew for a fact would never take a second look at me. Or so I thought.
“I…uh…I…” I continue to stammer stupidly as I looked up at him.
“It’s nice to meet you…uh…” he extended his hand out to me, smiling, waiting for a name to fill in the blank.
“Choi Taeyoung,” I muttered, shaking his hand and avoiding his eyes as much as I could.
“Taeyoung, eh? Different name from the last girl…Min…Minkyung? Right, Hyung? Is that your girlfriend’s name?” He didn’t respond. Good. I didn’t need to hear a confirmation.
“Let’s go,” growled Jiyong as he resumed his rapid stuffing of his papers in his bag. His brother glanced at him then down at me, a huge grin flashing over his face.
“Fine,” he literally chirped, putting back on his sunglasses. He bowed at me, the full 90 degree, and winked. “It was nice to meet you, Choi Taeyoung.” I didn’t respond. I’m sure my expression was something between shock, pleasure, and completely freaked out.
“Let’s go,” Jiyong growled again as he slung his bag over his shoulder, avoiding my eyes as much as he could. I didn’t move as he passed me, didn’t flinch. What just happened?
“Hm,” Taeyang smirked at me as he occupied Jiyong’s empty seat as soon as they were out of earshot. “You do realize who that was, right?”
“Kang Daesung,” I replied automatically, “who else?”
“Do you know anything else?” Taeyang cocked an eyebrow at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, glad to have myself back.
“No,” I snapped, “I don’t stalk him. What else should I know?”
“That,” Taeyang shook his head, “is Kwon Jiyong’s brother.”