Dragon's Butterfly (Hiatus)

Pawn 019

Park Sandara

I was early in class the next day, thanks to Bom who was rushing to pass her project on time. I, however, had to scan some notes for today’s examination. I almost forgot to apply the ointment for my bruises, actually. (CL insisted for it, courtesy of Jiyong. Sigh.)

“Hey, Dara,” I heard someone call me. It was Taeyang. “You’re early today—oh, crap, we have an exam, right?”

I chuckled. “Ah, yeah. Why, you haven’t studied yet?”

He rolled his eyes as he sat beside me. “It’s not that—sometimes I just mess up the days in my head. Anyway, you quiz me, I’ll quiz you back. Game?”

I did, and he was amazing. He was really smart and quick to answer, putting me to shame. Taeyang consoled me, saying that I got all the answers correct and I’ll do well on my quiz.

“Oh by the way, Jiyong says hi and take care,” Taeyang told me, rolling his eyes. “Geez, seriously. What’s with the two of you? I’m getting curious. Seungri’s not telling me much—probably ordered by Jiyong to keep his mouth shut with a gun in his ass.”

“It’s nothing, Taeyang,” I mumbled, feeling the heat creep up my cheeks.

“Hmm. Wait, did you just say nothing?” Taeyang asked me. He looked like he was stopping himself from . . . laughing?

I frowned at him. “What were you expecting me to say? I don’t even know why . . .” I trailed off. Why was Jiyong treating me like this anyway? Yeah sure, he saved me from getting killed. But why? I don’t want to assume anything . . .

Taeyang shook his head to himself, snickering. He muttered something unintelligible before he looked at me, smiling, his eyes shaped like crescents.

“Uh, Dara . . . I hope you’ll bring a miracle in that moron. That boy, he’s not that cold, really. That’s just pure armor and all that sh!t. But he gets nuclear when he gets angry, I’ll give him that.”

“I noticed. But why is he being different . . . towards me?”

He shook his head again, his smile getting wider. “Why do you think so, Dara?”

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I sat alone in the garden, eating my lunch. I wanted to sort out everything that I’d learned so far. I wasn’t able to think everything through them, because my mind was too tired to handle everything. And yeah, though I loved my cousin to bits, Bom would question me nonstop if she found me spacing out.

First off, two nights ago, I was kidnapped by a gang probably with the purpose of knowing something. Jung Il Woo asked me about . . . Park Ji Soo. Confusion and pain rocked my brain like a tsunami when I remembered how Il Woo questioned me about him. Why was he so curious towards him?

And then Jiyong. Jiyong as well as the rest of his gang came to that abandoned building . . . to save me, probably. And how he killed Jung Il Woo right in front of my eyes . . . and the chaos that ensued.

Spasms rocked my body as everything started to replay in my head, not missing a single detail. All those gunfire . . . gangsters killing other gangsters without a single emotion on their faces . . . Jiyong looking as dangerous and dark as a monster. . .

If I wasn’t sitting on the grass, I knew my knees would’ve been turned into jelly. My tears of fear were uncontrollable, though.

What have I done to experience all this? Did it all start when I first met them . . .

Wait, Il Woo asked me about him.

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Why did Il Woo ask me . . . about him?

My head was starting to ache—and an epiphany was starting to dawn on me.

Il Woo almost killed me while asking me about him; Jiyong seemed desperate when he asked me the same.

Subconsciously, I knew after that night, the shadows of the gangster world in Seoul would catch up on me. Jiyong’s — as well as the rest of BIGBANG’s— involvement with me would make everything worse, because they’re high-profile gangsters—the Black Elites, if I’m not mistaken. If I wasn’t careful, I would be totally dragged to that dangerous world.

And if I didn’t keep my mouth shut, it would mean my possible death.

I stood up, dusting my clothes and wiping the tears from my eyes. Being distant from BIGBANG would require some effort, but I know I would need more of it if I want to know more why gangsters seem to be looking for him.

Looking for my father . . . if he’s even still alive.

[A/N: So okay I revealed now (__ __  );;; because I think you’ve guessed it anyways kekekeke

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ps. sorry for the short update, I just feel like making it like this . . . anyway I posted longer ones kekeke]