Snow White and Seven and the Dwarves [Daragon]

Chapter 12

Sandara patiently waited outside a studio where G-Dragon was currently inside. She didn't want him to cut his work, so she told the receptionist she could wait. Time flew fast, and she didn't believe she had just spent five hours waiting for him. Maybe waiting to be free for the past twenty years had made her very patient.

Sandara looked at the clock, then pulled her skirt down again out of instinct but it just pushes up on its own. She wasn't used to wearing short skirts and dresses, they make her uncomfortable but it was the only type of clothes the boys could give her because Seven's girlfriend, Han Byul, was the only girl who have clothes in the boy's house.

After a few seconds, Sadara's ears quirked up when she heard noises of thanksgiving inside the studio and quickly fixed herself up. People leave the studio one by one, but none of them was G-Dragon.

Then, she overheard a conversation from inside. "I'll be out for a while Hyung. I'm going to buy a new phone. I got robbed last night when I was on my way to home." Sandara heard Jiyong said.

"Okay, GD. Put me on the first speed dial and call me if you'll be any later." Someone answered Jiyong, and Sandara fixed herself again when she heard footsteps emerging from the room. The person Jiyong got engaged in a conversation with left the room, and when he noticed her, he grinned.

"GD!" He called, still looking Sandara. "Your girlfriend is waiting here. You make a girl wait? I didn't teach you that."

Jiyong laughed, and answered, "I don't have a girlfriend, Hyung. I—" He stopped when he saw Sandara, his mouth gaping as wide as his eyes.

"Denial is not your thing." Jiyong's friend told him, patting his shoulder and walked away. Sandara quickly stood up after he was lost, hugging her body with the bag and croaked, "Hi, Jiyong."

"Hello, Sandara." He replied, still bewildered. "What are you doing here?"

"I-" She choked, and coughed before continuing, "My friends retrieved your bag when the robber bumped them from the street. I-I found this is yours, so I personally want to give them back."

Jiyong was star struck with the presence of Sandara in front of him. He was accustomed of her wearing jeans, or clothes that hide her long milky legs. She wore a long vintage ball gown at the party three days ago, and even with the mask hiding her face, he knew it was her. She always appears unaccustomed to the modern world. But now, she looked like the latest Mona Lisa, the perfect model for a painting. She wore a plain mint sleeveless dress that rests before her knees, giving him a nice sight of her long creamy legs and mint heels that looked good on her beautiful feet.

"Oh," Jiyong blushed, realizing his rudeness and remembered his wallpaper on his phone. "Did you, by any chance, check my phone?"

Sandara blushed, recalling the accident last night and shook her head, firmly replying, "No, I don't do that kind of thing."

"I have explicit pictures in it." He tried to explain through a lie—he doesn't like to be pleasured illegally, that's why he doesn't really have those kind of pictures—but he was more worried on the wallpaper. He was smitten, or have fallen in love at first sight with Sandara but he had a very bad first impression on her the first they met because of his badly need to be remembered by her. "Did I frighten you?" He asked.

Sandara quickly shook her head, blushing at the mention of explicit even though she knew he meant the wallpaper and answered, "No, I'm not."

Jiyong later regret that he picked the wrong reason to hide the wallpaper; he had enough bad impressions already.

Sanada pressed her lips together, and hastily gave Jiyong his bag; too hastily that she hit his chest. He winced, and she immediately apologized to her clumsiness. Jiyong only chuckled, resting his hands on top of hers on the bag.

"I'm fine, it's okay." He assured, smiling—the same smile that swept Sandara off her feet the first time they met. The same smile she categorized as better than Taeyang's charming eye smiles. The smile that makes her heart leaps on her throat.

Sandara was about to say something, when a loud shout from the hallway caught both of their attention, but still Jiyong's hands remained on hers.

"Sandara!" She heard Seven shout, and not too soon she saw him appear from the cold, eerie hallway with the other six following him behind. He stopped within a meter distance, and stared at Jiyong and Sandara's hands but it took a second to realize that it was the bag he's looking at.

"Who's he?" Jiyong whispered to Sandara, arching a brow on his face.

"They-" Sandara whispered at first, but tried to volume up her voice. "They are my friends who found your bag."

"Really?" Jiyong beamed at her, then to the seven boys in front of him. "Thanks." He managed.

"They were planning to audition here in YGE, and they're greatly fond of your songs, as well as Taeyang's." Sandara continued, trying to sound confident and not croaking. Jiyong excitedly walked up to the boys, leaving the bag in Sandara's hands and shook their hands individually. Sandara smiled at the communication.

"I'm really grateful." Jiyong said. "I'm going to recommend you to sangjanim, and you can directly audition to him than doing all those troubles. Just let me call him first, and then I'll let the receptionist take you there."

Seven looked at Sandara, gaping widely and she just shrugged for an answer. Jiyong went to her again, and reached for his phone inside the bag. Sandara helpfully held the bag for him as he makes his phone call. As soon as he's done, the receptionist showed up behind the boys and kind said, "Please follow me."

Seven narrowed his eyes at Sandara, telling her to come with them but she coyly replied with a, "Go on, I'm fine."

Seungri arched his eyebrows, and with a pout, he mouthed, "Flighty."

"So," Jiyong started, his face flustering. "Do you want to go out? For a date?"

"Date?" Sandara repeated, measuring the word. She has read certain novels with dates leading into certain things such as sex, and they're quite frightening her. The female lead always mentions the words blood and painfully good. She isn't sure if date was a good idea.

"Date normal or date give-it-to-me?" She asked him, blushing and cocking her head to the side. Jiyong arched his brows, completely clueless and when it dawned to him what she meant, he laughed. "Date extremely great." He answered.

"What do we do in that kind of date?" Sandara asked.

"The things I don't do on my past dates." He answered, shrugging and outstretched his hand for her. "So, is it a yes?"

Sandara wasn't quite sure, because dating isn't her thing. Well, how could it be her thing when she this is the first time she had stepped out of her house for twenty four hours. And Jiyong was her first.

She placed her hand on his. I trust him, she told herself and answered, "Yes."

Jiyong smiled, and intertwined his hands with hers tightly. Then, he led her out.