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Chapter 1

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Minami Aoyama,

Tokyo, Japan.



The young couple were in disguise, their hair tucked into matching red hats, faces covered by large sunglasses as they wandered about the prestigious establishment.

The young woman stood in front of the lighted glass cases staring longingly at the rows of diamond rings as they sparkled, beckoning her with their beauty.

“So beautiful.” She whispered.

“You think?” A playful voice asked over her shoulder and she turned around and smiled

“Mmm.” She nodded.

“Do you want to try them on?” Jiyong asked.

Dara’s eyes widened as she stared at her boyfriend. Was he serious?

“That one.” Jiyong said in his limited Japanese to the assistant, pointing to a particular ring in the case. The woman smiled and nodded, retrieving the black velvet case and placing it on the glass countertop.

It was a delicate, intricately wrought silver fairy band with a perfectly placed ice blue diamond, encased in a bed of tiny white diamonds.

“No, no.” Dara countered backing away.

“We’re just looking, right Jiyongie? Stop teasing the poor woman and tell her to put it back. We have to go anyway; we haven’t seen the other shops yet.” She babbled. Her heart was suddenly pounding so hard.

Jiyong rolled his eyes and grabbed her, pulling her to the counter. Taking her slender hand in his, he caressed the smooth skin.

“We’re just looking right? I want to see the ring on you then.”

He picked up the ring and slid it onto her finger. A perfect fit.

Dara stared at the jewel incredulously. She was trembling and she lifted up her right hand to cover her mouth, trying to control the overwhelming feeling coming over her.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Jiyong whispered.

Dara looked up at him and nodded, mute, her eyes shimmering with the suddenly welled up tears that were threatening to fall. Thank God for the sunglasses so no one could see just how affected she was.

“But you’re much more beautiful.” He grinned.

She gave him a wobbly smile and carefully took off the ring, placing it back in its velvet box.

Turning to the assistant she smiled.

“Arigatou gozaimasu.” She bowed respectfully and grabbed her boyfriend’s hand, pulling him out of the shop and into the sunlit street.

No matter how much she wanted it, she did not feel like playing that game. She didn’t want to set her hopes impossibly high. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see the little conspiratorial exchange of nods between her boyfriend and the assistant.

“Take me shopping Jiyongie.” She smiled cutely and he happily obliged. Their alone time together in Tokyo was short and he was damned if he wasn’t going to spoil her rotten.

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[…We will send it over by special delivery as requested by Kwon-san

Okay thank you. The charges are being taken care of as we speak

Thank you and goodbye

Goodbye]

The manager turned around and looked at his young charge who was sitting cross-legged on the plush carpeted floor of the hotel bedroom, engrossed with something on his mobile phone.

“Are you sure about this Jiyong-goon?” He asked worriedly. “The president won’t like it one bit.”

“Yes I’m sure.” Jiyong replied distractedly, not taking his eyes of the phone.

“Surely you can wait a bit? You’re so young and the scandal…At least ask someone’s advice first. You need a lawyer before you’re ready to make such a massive commitment. And what about your parents? This is not child’s play you know.”

The manager did not think it was a good idea at all. But he adored Jiyong and only had his best interests at heart.

Jiyong looked up his manager frowning.

“I can’t wait anymore. She’s not getting any younger and I’ll admit I’m an insecure brat. Maybe I couldn’t get my way two years ago but no one’s going to stop me now. I’ll take care of everyone afterwards. And I don’t care about the lawyer, that’s your job. Anyway, when’s the package coming?”

“At two o’clock.”

Jiyong beamed in happiness and the manager mentally shuddered at how much like a twelve year he looked. The boy was certainly too young. Or maybe not, he blushed, thinking about the many times he’d caught him and Dara in compromising positions.

“Is everything else ready?”

*Respectful nod*

“Good.” He grinned and turned his mobile phone towards the manager. “Cute isn’t she?”

On the screen was a photo manipulation of Sandara complete with animated pink bunny ears and a curled moustache.

Manager chuckled, ruffling the boy’s shiny black hair.

“Yes, very cute. Now get changed. Press conference is in an hour.” He said, walking off.

Now it was time to wake up Seungri. Urghh, not a job he relished. At all.


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