The Sequel [DaraGon/NyongDal One-shot]

Final.

A/N: This kinda sucks and I'm sorry! I just wanna write to release some stress. And thanks for all the followers! <3 -X

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"Dara!" My best friend, Bom, called out to me. "Hey, where do you think you're going?!" She scolded before grabbing my arm and dragging me back to the main hall. I pulled my arm back and we stopped a few steps short of the entrance door with a furious Park Bom glaring at me.

"What the heck is your problem, woman?!" She chided me with a scowl imprinted on her face, her lips forming a thin line. Her arms were crossed as she waited for my reply.

I bit my lip. "Bommie, I swear this isn't a good idea–"

"You are making me not a good idea right now, Sandara," she responded. When I didn't reply, she sighed. "Dee, look, it's been years. And you told me you already moved on!" She eyed me with her slanted eyes, bringing me discomfort. She's right, anyway. It had been years. Four years, to be exact. Four years and two months... but just the mere sound of his name is enough to make my heart beat fast.

Bom let out a defeated sigh before slinging her arm across my shoulder. "You wretched woman." She said, her voice gentle. "Dee, you have to face this. Face him. You can't truly move on if you won't." Bom slowly dragged me towards the front door, showing our tickets to the person manning the door. "Besides, we'll only be faces in a crowd. I doubt if he'd even notice us," she shrugged.

The moment she said that, I felt... disappointed. Or maybe defeated? I don't really know. Maybe a combination of those two. In the past, I was his favorite audience. I was the face he looks for in a crowd of screaming girls for him. I was what he only wanted.

I sighed as I let Bom maneuver our way inside the hall. As per usual, the whole place was jam-packed. Of course, it's BIGBANG we're talking about. Since they debuted three years ago, they had been the hottest band not only in South Korea, but all over the world. It is not often that one can find a person who doesn't know them and their hit songs. They can carry any genre from hip-hop to a soothing ballad. Not only that, their looks were definitely a plus.

And they were led by none other than G-Dragon. My Jiyong.

I smiled bitterly as I trained my eyes on the screen where pictures of the five members were flashed. Their songs boomed across the whole place. Bom's tickets were for the VIP, directly in front of the stage. I doubt if he'd be able to spot us though, seeing that there were hundreds of other girls in the pool.

It didn't take long before the whole dome dimmed and screaming fangirls equipped with lightsticks and a bunch of hormones were pushing and pulling behind me, but my eyes were stuck on that one guy who managed to make each of my nerve endings go haywire whenever he speaks, or stares, or even exists like that. His eyes were dark and serious as the first few notes of one of their top songs "Bad Boy" trickled.

"I was too harsh that night
I didn't know you would really leave
The words, "I'm sorry", is too difficult for us that we take it to the end
Because I'm ill-tempered
We fight over stupid things numerous times a day
You take off crying, I look around and think,
'She'll come back tomorrow. She'll definitely call me first in the morning'..."

I have no idea why there seems to be a lump in my throat as I stare at him on top of the stage, singing his heart out. All I could think of was that is really the place where Jiyong belongs. Maybe he's not really meant for my arms, is he?

"I'm the one you love but sorry I'm a bad boy
Yes, just leave me, good bye, you're a good girl
The more time passes, the more you get to know me, only disappointments will remain but
Baby don't leave me, I know you still love me
Why, yes, I'll tell you the truth, I need you..."