Sandara watched from backstage as the Big Bang boys jumped about the vast stage, drawing energy from the thousands of screaming Japanese fans in the arena. 2ne1 would be getting on stage soon and her stomach was filled with butterflies. She hoped they’d be as well received as the boys were. Jiyong in particular was really enjoying himself, jumping about madly and Dara couldn’t help but worry that the slightest misstep might turn into him hurting himself.
“They’re wonderful aren’t they, Unnie?” Minji said, resting her head on Dara’s shoulder.
She nodded and caught the eye of Jiyong’s manager who was beckoning for her from the corner. Carefully removing the maknae’s head, she patted her back and walked over to the manager.
“Is something wrong?” She asked nervously.
“Err, no. Jiyong wants to see you tonight. It’s important.” He was mumbling and looked uncomfortable, hands fidgeting madly and Dara wondered what he was hiding.
“I do not understand. I’ll see him backstage right?”
“No. He, um, wants to see you in his hotel room.” He clarified. God, this was embarrassing.
“Oh, okay.” She replied innocently.
“Oh, and Dara? Seungri-ah will not be there. So maybe it will be a good idea to um, pack an overnight bag or something...” He trailed off quietly, face red.
Dara blushed furiously, hands coming up to cover her cheeks. Wahhh!!!! This was so embarrassing! She still wasn’t used to manager barging in when she was alone with Jiyong; and now talking about it…! She shook her head wildly.
“Yah!!” Seungho came over, lightly smacking her forehead. “Stop that!! You’ll ruin your hairstyle!!”
Eleven thirty pm
Taeyang and Daesung’s hotel room
Seungri fumed silently as he tried to punch the hotel pillow into submission, stretching out uncomfortably on the black leather sofa. After all he’d done to help Jiyong hyung score with Dara noona so many times; he’d been kicked out cruelly tonight and now had to spend the night on a sofa! His hyungs hadn’t even wanted to share their beds with him!
Needless to say maknae was very hurt. He had half a mind to make a well placed call to President YG but in the end decided against it. He wondered what the two lovebirds were doing at that moment, and then smirked.
Hah! Of course, I know what they doing!
In TOP and Bom’s respective hotel rooms, one was wondering why manager was randomly muttering and acting like the world was about to end and the other was praying that no one would decide to visit them and discover that Dara was missing. Our two adorable teenage maknaes of course slept peacefully in their beds in their room, blissfully ignorant.
And in Jiyong’s room…
Yes, yes, yes!!!
A thousand times yes!
Even if I die, yes! Oh my God, I love you so much!!
Jiyong laughed as he hugged petite girl tightly.
I love you too. He whispered in her hair. So much.
Dara stared in amazement at the jewel that sparkled in the dim lamplight on her finger. After shocked and trembling multiple ‘yeses’, she’d been lost for words and her mind was reeling in a confusion of fear and delight. The champagne that’d she’d had wasn’t helping very much either.
The remains of their late night picnic in bed had been shafted to the top of dresser, quickly forgotten. Dara wondered if she was doing the right thing accepting this surprise proposal. She hadn’t expected it to come this early and the joy was quickly evolving into nervousness.
All worrying thoughts flew out of her head however when the bathroom door opened and Jiyong walked out, a towel wrapped around his hips.
“Hey.” He came over to the bed and gave her kiss, rubbing their noses together lovingly.
“What are you thinking?” He asked, discarding the towel and climbing into bed.
“Hmm? Nothing.” She replied, getting up and beginning to remove her clothes in preparation for her bath.
Jiyong propped his elbows on a pillow, chin in hands as he grinned appreciatively. If there was one thing he liked, it was watching Dara getting naked.
“Pervert!” She took off her thong, threw it in his face and walked off into the bathroom, the sound of his laughter echoing in her ears.
Coming out of the bathroom room twenty minutes later, drying her damp hair with a fluffy towel, she was disappointed to see him fast asleep among the plush cushions on the bed.
So much for engagement night sex. Sigh.
She climbed into the bed and burrowed into his arms. Grunting, he tightened his arms around her and threw his leg over hers, the cool skin sliding over her warm body. He was snoring lightly, mouth slightly open and Dara giggled softly as his breath tickled her face. She gave him a soft open-mouthed kiss and giggled some more as he breathed into her mouth. She poked his nose lightly, no response. She poked at his cheek, still no response. She frowned. She brushed his dark hair out his face and her eyes fell on the ring.
My ring. She thought. Oh my God, I’m getting married! What the hell?! No, don’t, don’t panic Sandara Park, don’t panic and everything will be fine. This is what you’ve wanted for two years. It’s your time now. Take a deep breath. Relax. Everything’s fine.
Yes, it was just engagement jitters. Everyone got them. Right?
She took a deep breath and snuggled into his hold, closing her eyes as she willed sleep to overcome her.
In his sleep, Kwon Jiyong smiled.