On My Way To You - 13

Dara ~~ Healing Hurts Too

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“We’re getting off here” he whispers close to my ear. “Okay, take a step. Careful …”

Hearing the elevator door open, I stretch out my arms, following his orders with complete trust. We walk some more and then I hear him say “Turn right.” I follow his order. He has his hands on my waist, guiding me.

I let out a fake groan. “Aren’t we there yet? This better be good Ji or else …” I warn him.

He chuckles. “We’re almost there.” 

I feel the slightest flutter of his lips on my nape which made me jump a little. 

“Ya!” I try to turn and reach for him but my hands only hit air. He immediately lets go of his hold. I fumble like a blind man because of the blindfold over my eyes.

I hear his laughter and he holds my waist again. “Now, be a good girl … just a few steps more …” he coaxes with a light tap on my butt.

I laugh. Honestly, I like it when he surprises me like this. This morning, after breakfast, he announced that we are going somewhere and that I had to keep the blindfold until he says I can take it off. So here we are to God knows where.

“We’re here! Wait a minute …” 

I hear some short beeping sounds and then a door opening.

“Don’t peek” he warns as he urges me to step forward. He continues to guide me and then I feel him stop and steadies me. “Okay, I’ll take off the blindfold now.” His obvious excitement is contagious and I feel my body getting riled up with anticipation.

As my eyes get accustomed to the light again, I slowly take in our surroundings. We’re standing in the middle of a huge bare room. I feel my heart beat accelerate and I break into a wide smile.

My eyes sought Jiyong. He is standing behind me with his arms wide open, he has a smile like a kid on a Christmas morning.

“Happy birthday!” 

My eyes tear up and he moves to wrap me in his arms. “This is just the beginning, jagiya. Next time, I’ll buy you a mansion where we can fit our dozen children.”

For countless nights over the years, we had dreamed of living in our own house. One by one, our dreams are coming true!

I lightly hit his upper arm and I disentangle myself from his embrace. “Give me a tour.” I say and he readily complies.

From behind, he wraps his arms ‘round my waist and we walk from room to room in a back hug. His knees sometimes hitting the back of my leg as we roam around but I didn’t mind. I like feeling his warmth.

We were too busy envisioning what each room will look like after we decorate our new place. Our very own. 

“This will be the master bedroom” he declares proudly. “It has a Jacuzzi” he murmurs, his lips grazing my earlobe and I shiver.

“Oooh, I like that” I purred.

“Let me show you my recording room.” 

When we get there, he lets go of me and he describes where he’ll put his instruments around the room. “And you know the best part is? It’s soundproof!”

“It’s lovely Ji” I sincerely say. “I’m really happy that we have our own place now.”

He suddenly sweeps me up and whirls me around out of the room to what will be our living room. I hold on to his shoulders for support and growing tired, he slowly settle me down and we face each other.

“I take it you like my surprise?” His eyes are full of expectation; his hands squeeze my waist.

“Like it? I freaking love it!” I exclaim enthusiastically. “I love you, Kwon Jiyong.”

I take a step forward to kiss him briefly. “This is the best birthday gift ever.”

He cups the back of my head and pulls me in for another kiss while his other hand, on the small of my back, draws me closer to his body.

“I love you more, Sandara Park.” He says after the searing kiss.

“I love you the most” I caress his face and he rubs his cheek like a cat onto my palm. “I love you forever.”

“Forever” he affirms, pulling me closer, almost molding my body to his. “Want to know how much I love you?” He’s trailing kisses from the side of my neck down to the top of my chest.

Feeling the familiar heat he incites in me, I give him a seductive smile. “Why don’t you show me?” I walk backwards and he follows me without letting go of my waist into our room and into the huge bathroom.

Eyeing the Jacuzzi, he realizes what I had in mind and grins.

“Why don’t we get you in your birthday suit?” He winks and proceeds to do just that.

“Miss? Miss?”

For a moment, I am confused on where I am. I was too caught up in the ghost of a bittersweet memory. I turn to the sound of the voice.

“I-I’m sorry …” says the man who looks uncomfortably and respectfully turns his head away.

I realize that tears are running down my cheeks. I hastily wipe them away and clear my throat. I attempt a smile. “I don’t know what got into me,” I say as way of explanation, mortified to be caught crying “must be the thought of missing this place …”

The elderly man from the local Goodwill chapter nods. “That’s understandable.” He smiles at me kindly. “Thank you for your donation,” taking in the boxes of clothes, books and shoes, “I’m sure this will help a lot of people in need.”

I smile at him. Honestly, I debated over what to do with them. Most were gifts from Jiyong and are all from famous designer brands. If I wanted to make money off of them I could have but I wanted to make a clean break from all of his memories. At least, from the physical things that will remind me of him. “I’m glad to be of help.”

The elderly man and his companion picked up the boxes. “Thank you once again. We’d best be going now …”

I nod. “Thank you for picking them up.”

“Bless you” he says. They walk out the door but then he looks back at me say with eyes full of kindness, “Wherever life may lead you, remember that God always have a better plan than your dreams.”

They leave and I ponder on his words.

“I hope so” I whisper to myself. “I sure hope so.”

With one last glance around, I left the ‘home’ we built with broken dreams.

It's been the longest winter without you

I didn't know where to turn to

See somehow I can't forget you

After all that we've been through

Going

Coming

Thought I heard a knock(Whose there, No one?)

Thinking that (I deserve it)

Now I have realized

That I really didn't know.

If you didn't notice

You mean everything (quickly I'm learning)

To love again (all I know is)

I will be OK.

(Chorus)

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's going to hurt when it heals too

Oh yeah (It'll All get better in time)

Even though I really love you

I'm gonna smile because I deserve too

Oooh(It'll all get better in time)

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“What is that?” eyes Choi-diva with disdain.

“It’s beer and fried chicken. Duh?!” I state the obvious. I slump in the middle of his carpeted living room and I place the 6-pack of beers and a box of freshly fried chicken on top of the glass coffee table. 

I moved in a few hours ago and since it’s almost dinner time, I decided to do something, sort of like a housewarming or welcoming for me and a celebratory treat for Choi’s successful movie. It has been 2 days since it opened in theaters and reviews are good. 

I take a bite out of a drumstick and open a can of beer. “Mmmm mmmm this is the life!” I say in exaggeration. I am tempting Choi to leave his videogame. He is too engrossed in it and has been at it ever since I arrived.

“Are you sure you don’t want some?” I run the chicken leg under his nose for him to catch the smell and that did it.

“Hell” he mutters and almost knocks me down as he squats beside me.

He immediately starts wolfing down the fried chicken like there’s no tomorrow. “You know I’m on a diet, right?” he says in between bites. “I have to shoot early in the morning.”

“I know.”

“And what’s this” he opens a beer and takes a swig, “you could have brought champagne or wine at least. If you’re going to treat me, you could have taken me to an expensive dinner or something. What a cheapskate. Tch!”

“If you don’t like it then don’t eat.” I attempt to steal the beer can from him but he scooted away from me so I grabbed the box of chicken instead.

“No more chicken for you.”

He gives me a conciliatory smile and sidles up to me. “How do you like your room?”

I smirk. I know it’s his way of reminding me that he ‘allowed’ me to camp in his house for 2 weeks for free.

He reaches for the box of chicken and I give it up.

I wonder if I was too hasty in accepting his offer. He is such a big baby.

I wonder if we can survive each other.

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Several days later, we find ourselves catching the last full show of ‘Commitment’ in a movie house inside a mall. We are both wearing hoodies, face masks and sunglasses. Yes, I know, we look very suspicious. However, Choi-diva has made an appearance once again and demanded that I watch the movie. 

He was very insulted, he said, that his very own manager has not seen his film. 

I have never been much of a movie-goer. What I do is buy the DVD when it comes out and do movie marathons at home where it’s more convenient.

I told him that we had been on location shoots non-stop and haven’t had a day off but now that we finally have 1 day of rest, he drags me down to see his freaking movie. I was hoping to finally get at least an 8-hr sleep!

We sit in an almost empty theater and he was visibly disappointed. I was, too. I mean I was hoping to snooze inside and hope that he won’t notice but seeing his sullen expression, I hit my cheeks with my palms to make sure that I stay awake.

I bought the largest tub of popcorn and the largest Coke for myself. Choi said that he wasn’t hungry.

“Don’t feel too bad. A lot of people have already seen the movie. Besides, it’s a weekday so most people are tired from their jobs … I’m sure more people will watch this weekend.” I assure him.

He’s silent and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

As the movie plays on, I get to see another side of Choi that I’ve never seen before. He really looks cool and charismatic on screen, I admit. Not too bad for his first leading role.

I was about to comment on the scene where his hand was accidentally sliced by a broken glass but when I turn to look, he was fast asleep.

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“You didn’t like did you? You found it boring?” He asks as soon as we got back in the car. 

I wasn’t the one who fell asleep. “No, I enjoyed it” I answer. “Surprisingly.” I added in a whisper.

He’s studying my face. “Come on. Tell me what you really think ... I can take criticism.”

“It was good, okay? Better than I expected.” I concentrate on driving.

Choi is being persistent though and he shifts on his seat to face me. “Hey, I’m giving you permission to bash me … I swear I won’t get mad. This is your chance …”

I laugh. “No, thanks.”

I see him pouting as he sits properly, pulling on his seat belt when I sneak a peek at him.

“Oh, alright.” I give in. “You promised you won’t get mad.”

He stares in anticipation.

“First,” I hold up my forefinger, good thing it’s a red stop light. “I wasn’t sold on the political drama. It was too shallow for me. Second, the action scenes were good and I could almost believe you’re an action star but your expressions were all too serious. Seriously.” Traffic light is green again so I drive on. “Third,” I see Choi’s brows furrow, “can’t stop me now. You begged for this remember? Third, it was all too tragic. I mean what’s up with that? If you managed to survive all those other killers, why didn’t they let you live you ‘til the end? You didn’t even get to bang that ballerina girl.” I scoff. “Did the director or writer perhaps forget that you were supposed to be a teenage boy? Why did they let you die a virgin?”

“Excuse me?” Choi bellowed, looking incredulous and flushed. “Bang? Did you seriously use the word ‘bang’? I never pegged you as the perverted type, Park. And who said I died a virgin?”

“What?” I ask, laughing. “I’m not a pervert. It’s me being a realist. Put a boy and a girl who are attracted to each other in a room together plus add in the element of danger and adrenaline, it’s a sure fire way to elicit some sexual chemistry. And fyi, everything about you in that movie screams ‘I’m a virgin.’”

“Myung-hoon’s character is meant to be pure okay?”

I smirk. “He’s from freaking North Korea! If you were him and you meet a Seoul ballerina who I assume is awesomely flexible with her body, wouldn’t you wanna bang her?”

 “Aagh! I’m not listening to you!” Choi even puts his forefingers in his ears and turns to face the other side.

I laugh out my amusement. 

When we get to his house, I tell him before he gets to his room. “Hey. At least with your new movie you get to be with two chicks” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. “I heard there’s even some love scenes.”

He glares at me and marches to his room, banging the door shut.

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Shooting resumed the next day and didn’t finish until the following noon. I notice that Choi has been coughing. They had to shoot a raining scene last night and it took them 3 hours to finish it. By that time, he was down with a cold.

I immediately bought him medicines, helped change his clothes and put him to bed as soon as we got home. By night fall, he was running a fever.

I call his director and tell him that we can’t come to the shoot tomorrow and asked for an extra day for Choi to rest. Fortunately, they can arrange some scenes to shoot instead and agreed.

The following morning, I wake up in his room since I constantly check on his temperature and wipe his body with wet towel to help lower down his body temperature. His fever went down to 38 degrees and he looks better.

I cooked him some porridge but before I managed to serve it, I heard the doorbell ring and I was surprised to see his sister and his mom. 

I’ve met his noona before and we greeted each other. His mother, though, was eyeing me critically.

“Are you his new manager?” she asks, when I let them in.

“Yes ma’am” I bow. “Choi- I mean, your son is a little sick right now … he’s in his room …”

“I received a text from him early this morning and he said that he wants Mom’s cooking so we immediately came over” explains his sister.

“Oh.”

We all went to his room and we see Choi all bundled up in his sheets.

“There’s my little boy … my baby” coos his mother who smothered him with a hug.

“Omma …” cries Choi baby and lets his mother cuddle him but upon seeing me hiding a smile, he sits up straighter. He clears his throat. “You didn’t have to come.”

“What are you talking about? Your sister said that you miss my cooking? Is your manager not feeding you?” she turns to look at me, sitting beside his son on his bed.

I open my mouth to protest but wisely closed it again. 

“Ani. She does” Choi defends, surprising me. “I just miss you. I was too busy lately that I can’t come and visit. Besides, I really had high fever last night but my manager took good care of me.”

His mother eyes me again and I respectfully lower my eyes. “I’ll just prepare some drinks for you.”

I went to the kitchen and put a lid on my porridge. I guess Choi won’t be eating this now.

I was cutting up some fruits on a plate when his sister joins me.

“How have you been?” she asks all friendly.

“I’m good. And you?”

“Busy with school.” She answers, then “Is my brother giving you a hard time?’

I smile. “Nah. He’s good. Although he acts like a spoiled brat sometimes” I confided and we laughed.

“He’s a mama’s boy.” She reveals. “We were actually surprised when he decided to live on this house alone. I was so sure he’d come running back home in no time.”

For a moment, I paused to think if his family knew that I’m temporarily living with him. I don’t think his mom will like it. She gives off the vibes of an overprotective mother and she might not like it that a female is living with her son in one house.

I hope that she won’t find out. 

When Choi and his mom emerged from the bedroom, I wanted to make myself scarce. I couldn’t lock myself in my own room. I just hope they stay in the living room and kitchen. 

“Why do you have a lot of beer and soju?” His mom asks after inspecting the fridge.

Choi and I look at each other. I bought those when I did grocery shopping the other day.

“I, um, expecting some friends to come over this weekend” Choi reasons.

His mom nods. “At least you have a lot of fruits. I’m surprised to see your refrigerator stocked full. Last time we were here, there only bottled water.”

“My manager helped me” he smiles. “What’s with all the questions Mom? I though you’re going to cook for me?”

“Oh, yes.” His mother seemed to realize her purpose why she went to the kitchen in the first place. “Just rest there, my baby, I’ll cook you some kimchi pork stew.”

While the siblings rest in the living room and watch some TV, I excused myself and went out.

“I’ll take the car to the car wash” I say and left in a hurry.

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I didn’t return until evening. 

I gave Bom a call and demanded that she feed me. She was free and we met at our favorite restaurant and stayed there for hours in a private room.

We catch up on each other’s lives and I tell her of my temporary living arrangement.

“Are you okay with that?” I carefully ask her.

She and Choi had history together. Back when they were still trainees, they dated briefly and when Choi went serious with Shin Minah, Bom was devastated. It was actually one of the reasons why I never warmed up with Choi. Bom was and still is one of my closest friends in YG.

She waves her hand. “That was ages ago, Dara. I’ve moved on. I couldn’t care less even if you and Choi hook up.”

My mouth fell open. “Eeewww” I say. “Bom, please, don’t say bad words.”

She laughs. “Wouldn’t that be scandalous though? Another YG secret romance. Why don’t you give it a try? Besides, TOP is way hotter than GD.”

“I swore off men.” I glare at her. “I have no plans and he’s not my type.”

“Don’t say that! You’ve only had one f*cking relationship in your whole life! Now is your chance to go fish in an oceanful of men.”

“I suppose that’s what you’re doing?” 

She nods naughtily. “Well, actually, I’ve had my share of relationships but I think I’ve found someone worth keeping …” Bom sounds and looks giddy.

 “Spill. Who is the lucky guy?”

She takes a sip of her drink. “Not telling …” she says in a singsong tone.

“What? That’s not fair.”

“I’ll tell you when you decide to date again.”

I cross my arms on my chest. “Then that would be never.”

“I’ll hook you up. I know a lot of guys who would love to do you” she winks.

I cough on my food. “Bom!” I protest, scandalized.

“What?” She may look innocent but Bom is such a huge pervert sometimes. I think some of it is rubbing off on me. “Honey, you’ve only had the experience of one d*ick all your life. And that d*ck kept tumbling into all open p*ssies. Do you think that’s fair? You have to get your fair share.” Her reasoning is convoluted.

I roll my eyes at her. 

She gives me an evil grin and her eyes are full wickedness.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to call her after all.

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Choi is alone when I got back. He’s watching Food Network.

“Fever’s all gone?” I say as I take a sit near him on the couch. 

I love his couch. It’s perfect. Sometimes, we would fight over it and most of the time, when we get through the door after a long day; we race inside to call first dibs.

He hums his answer.

“They left already?” I know they left but I still ask.

He nods. “Mom cooked food that will last us for a week.”

“Good for you then.” I sit cross-legged and spread my arms over my head, stretching.

“Where did you go?”

“Had the car cleaned and met with Bom.”

I give him a side glance. “I told her that I’m temporarily staying here. You know she’s my friend and I didn’t want her to misunderstand because … you know … She said she’s okay with it.”

“Why wouldn’t she be okay? It’s not like she has a say over this …” he turns off the TV and turns slightly to look at me.

“Well, you two dated before …”

“That was ages ago and we were never serious. We hanged out a couple of times. That was it.”

You broke her heart, you moron. I wanted to say but of course, I didn’t.

I change the subject. “Did you tell your mom and sister that I’m staying here?”

There was a pause and then, “No.”

He folds one leg and faces me completely. “But my sister found out.”

I raise one eyebrow.

“She went to your room. Usually, she stays there when they visit.”

I wonder why he didn’t tell his mother. I was thinking he may have thought the same thing when I imagine her not being pleased if she found out.

“I hope she won’t tell your mom” I tell him. “Good thing I’ll be outta here in 3 days.”

“About that” Choi clears his throat, “I was thinking, maybe you can stay for a little while longer …”

When I didn’t say anything, he continues. “It’s convenient this way. Plus, you’ll get to save on rent money. We can just share on the groceries and you can cook us dinner sometimes.”

“I don’t think your mother will like it.”

“She doesn’t have to know. They rarely come here anyway. I made noona promise not to tell.”

“And it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong” I express. “We’re just housemates. We don’t even like each other that way.”

I was voicing out some points I told Bom this afternoon.

“Exactly” Choi concurs. “So, you’ll stay?”

I mull it over and nod at last. “Alright. But you clean your own room and bathroom. And,” I added, “you help in cooking. We take turns.”

“Sounds fair.”

“Plus, no one else needs to know. This is a secret.”

“I have one more condition.” Choi eyes me levelly. “Please change your ring tone. It’s driving me crazy!”

I chuckle. I finished the drama ‘I’m Sorry, I Love You’ and Choi have complained numerous times about having the OST Snow Flower playing in his head. When I want to have a good cry, I play it on-repeat and even use it as my ringtone. He said that it’s a constant LSS and was mortified whenever he realizes that he’s humming it.

“Deal.” I was thinking of changing my ringtone to the original Japanese version ‘Yuki no Hana’ anyway. But, he didn’t need to know that now.

We shake on it.

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A month has passed and surprisingly, Choi and I are still very much alive. We’ve developed a routine in the house and even managed to share custody of the much coveted couch.

Last week, he visited his parent’s villa and I had the house all to myself. I had decorated my room and even put up some paintings I’ve collected over the years on Choi’s walls. I also re-arranged the furniture.

When he returned from his visit, I anticipated his wrath. I’m over reacting. But, surprise, surprise, Choi smiled. He even said he likes it. Well, except for the purple curtains.

Today, we were called by YG sajangnim. We went straight to YG building from a photo shoot.

The secretary ushers us in the main conference room.

I see a lot of people already in attendance. YG artists, dancers, managers, stylists and producers are all inside.

Bom waves at me and she’s sitting between Seungri and Youngbae near the front where YG is standing holding a microphone.

I follow Choi making his way beside Daesung who’s motioning for us to take the 2 empty seats. I hesitate to sit there because it was mostly the main artists occupying those seats around the huge wooden table. I was planning on staying in the back where I saw Minzy sitting with some stylists.

Furthermore, I really didn’t want to sit there because it’s within my line of vision of Jiyong who is sitting on the opposite side.

Choi, noticing I stopped on my tracks motioned with his hand. I shake my head. He gives me the eye. It’s his look when he wants something and I can’t complain.

I dejectedly drag my feet and as I sit down, I slouch to make myself smaller.

A couple of minutes later, in comes Chaerin and flounces right off on the empty chair beside Jiyong.

I felt my face growing hot all of a sudden and I wanted to bolt out of the room but I don’t want to stir a commotion.

The two seem unaware of my presence or don’t care most likely and it hurts me more than I care to admit.

Choi leans in and quickly whispers. “Don’t look at them.”

I tear my gaze away and see Bom’s knowing look.

“You okay?” she mouths.

I nod and give a brave smile.

Sajangnim starts to talk. 

“Welcome everyone. I’m glad to see us all gathered today. I have a huge announcement to make.” He roams his eyes around the room, building the anticipation. “I would like to announce that as of today, we start planning for the YG Family World Tour!”

There were cheers, laughter and clapping all around.

YG raises his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Actually, I know some of you have already heard a rumor of this going around … we’ve been secretly talking about this for a few months now but it was only recently that we got the commitment from the concert touring team that will fly in from the US. That’s why we only announced it now. So, everyone, we only have a couple of months left to prepare for your production numbers before the first stop here in Seoul.”

Again, there was pandemonium. I, too, was caught up in the excitement. YG family concerts are always epic. 

Choi raises his hand. “Sajangnim, am I included?” He looks genuinely confused.

YG laughs. “Of course! You’re the surprise performer!”

“What am I gonna do?” he asks.

“Well, I know you have a featuring inEpik High’s latest album so you can do that. You also released your own album before so you can pick a song you’d like and maybe do another stage with GD.”

“Sajangnim” Chaerin interrupts and holds up her hand with blinged fingernails. “GD and I would like to do a collab stage. I’m sure our fans will definitely like it” she announces confidently.

“If GD’s okay with it, I don’t see why not.” YG waits for GD’s decision.

All eyes turn to him, even mine.

Jiyong nods. “I’m sure CL and I can work something out.”

“Yey!” claps CL excitedly. “This is going to be the best concert ever!” She wraps her arms around Jiyong and places a kiss on his cheek.

There was a sudden hush. I swear I could feel everyone’s stare from them to me and I try to turn my eyes away from their public display of affection. I sincerely tried. I feel my eyes sting and I was afraid that everyone will see my pitiable state. But I was immobile. I was sitting there frozen by the hurt and feeling of betrayal all over again.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I feel a warm hand close over mine. I didn’t realize that I was wringing my hands together under the table.

The hand pries in between my palms and takes my right hand, tangles our fingers together and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could have cried right then and there for the unexpected kindness but when I turn to look up, Choi is not looking at me. He is saying something to sajangnim.

I hear some scattered laughter. I hear words like ‘Psy’ and ‘Gangnam Style’ but I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. I guess I was too pre-occupied staring at my exes to notice anything else. 

“Are you sure you want to sing Gangnam Style with me and sing the part of Hyuna?” Psy asks jokingly.

Choi bats his eyes prettily. “I bet I’ll be better than her” he purrs and everyone laughs. He managed to divert everyone’s attention. 

Again, I feel him squeeze my hand gently. I give him a grateful smile and squeeze right back. 

This time, he looks at me and throws me a quick wink.

I couldn't turn on the TV

Without something there to remind me

Was it all that easy

To just put aside your feelings

If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh

Hurt my feelings but that's the path

I believe in

And I know that time will heal it

If you didn't notice boy you meant everything

Quickly I'm learning to love again

All I know is I'm gonna be OK

[Chorus:]

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

It'll all get better in time

And even though I really love you

I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to

It'll all get better in time

Since there's no more you and me

It's time I let you go

So I can be free

And live my life how it should be

No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you

Yes I will

[Chorus: X2]

Thought I couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

It'll all get better in time

And even though I really love you

I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to

It'll all get better in time.

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A/N:

Hello my lovely subscribers! I hope I didn’t make you wait too long?

I’m glad a lot of you like this story. Please don’t forget to comment, arasso?

Anywho, I find it surprisingly uncanny when my stories have a connection in real life in one way or another. Like for this story, I used the Korean drama ‘I’m Sorry, I Love You’ and in one chapter, Top even teased Dara in thinking that she’s comparing herself to Im Soo-jung. I was pleasantly surprised when Dara actually nominated her for the ice bucket challenge. I never thought that they knew each other personally.

One other thing was my other story, Sharing You. In that fanfic, Top uses a Ducati and the model is Monster. When I watched the movie Commitment, he was using the same brand and model of motorcycle. How cool was that?! I was so surprised. J

And oh, I have something similar in mind about the thing that happened during Suju concert. I almost hate Donghae for ruining the scenario in my head, hehehe.

Now enough of my ramblings … this story is almost finished in my imagination but I couldn’t find the time to write down the words. So even though the updates are slow, I promise you that I will not abandon any of my stories. Just be patient okay?

Check these out – Sharing You and Against All Odds

Song for the day is Better in Time by Leona Lewis - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSxyffSB7wA

If you have comments, suggestions or violent reactions, feel free to state your case below.

*bisous*

~mzbookworm4life