The days passed as fast as the wind hit the trees, making relaxing sounds as the people that rested under them enjoyed the simplicity of life. Winter was finally in town, and the white snow covered the place as a thin layer of bright diamonds. Chaerin opened her eyes slowly, a warm feeling embracing her like fire embraced wood, slowly consuming it. She looked to the side, a smile plastered on her face as she saw the blonde-dye hair of Jiyong moving under the sheets. She slowly grabbed the sheet, her red nails looked scarlet in contrast of the white sheets, and pulled them down until it reached Jiyong's waist. He was sleeping upside down, and the tattoo on the back of his right shoulder blade had the words 'TOO FAST TO LIVE TOO YOUNG TO DIE' slightly crooked as his right arm was under the pillow.
She caressed his back, leaving a trail of goosebumbs as she did. She felt him stirring slightly under her touch, and he moved his head to the side, facing her, and smiled. "Morning beauty," He mumbled with his usual husky morning voice. She smiled widely and rested her chin on his shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Morning handsome," She murmured and he smirked.
"Oh I know that." He murmured again, turning his head and burying it on the pillow. She smiled and stood up, impulsing herself on him, and he groaned. He wasn't a morning person, he had already showed her that much, and not that she was such the merry-go-around person in mornings, but that day, she just felt happy.
Chaerin walked towards the curtains covering a full panel window, these were black, as they were in Jiyong's villa outside of town. She opened the black curtains slowly, letting the ray of light illuminate the room. The walls were painted in gray, the room itself was kind of dark and gothic, the furniture were made of ebony and gold, designed in an antique style, and she thought, with not the most amusing surprise, that they must had cost a fortune. The bed was big, and as the rest of the room, it looked like it was designed by Jiyong himself, since the whole room screamed G-DRAGON in all caps. The bed sheets were completely white, the only bright color on that dark room. Unlike the other one she had slept in in the past, this one looked more normal, the vanity was filled with little golden and wooden boxes, and there were a few brushes on top of it. Close to the mirror there were a few bottles, some with body lotion, some others with perfume. The nightstand had a few portraits on top of it, and she could recognize one as a Big Bang mini poster.
As she opened the windows completely, Jiyong groaned louder and put the pillow on top of his head, now the sheets were lower, showing his black pajama pants. She giggled and walked towards the bed and grabbed a night coat that hanged on one of the pillars and put it on, covering her much too sexy transparent nightgown. She decided she would give him a few extra minutes to wake up for himself, after all, it was just 9am and they didn't have anything to do that day. She closed the curtains again and walked silently out of the room.
She walked towards the living room, the place was decorated as a cottage, and it was just perfect due to the cold weather outside. As she walked towards the kitchen, she heard her phone ringing somewhere on the living room and frowned. Both James and Dara were asleep, and the Big Bang members weren't likely to call her phone, much less at this time knowing well how cranky Jiyong gets every time his sleep is disturbed. She searched for her phone, it was lying on top of the coffee table, and looked at the screen, it was an unknown number. She hastily slid the screen and answered the phone with a raised eyebrow.
"Hello?" She answered quietly, trying not to wake the others.
"Lee Chaerin, it's a pleasure to finally hear from you." A man said on the other line, and Chaerin widened her eyes at the familiar voice, thought she couldn't quite point a finger at who he was.
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Collide
ActionHe was her job, he was her business, but she, she was his everything, his life, his hopes and dreams. While he loved every bit of her, she regretted ever meeting him. He was her job, but she, she was never good at doing as told.