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..."

An elbow nudging my side jolted me. I turned and I was surprised to find a teenage girl staring weirdly at me. "Unnie? Do you like GD oppa so much? Is that why you're crying?" She asked curiously.

My fingers immediately flew to my cheeks and true enough, it was wet with tears. I instantaneously wiped my tears before sending the teenage girl a smile. "Yes, I like GD so much." My voice croaked, "You can even say I love him. A lot."

The teenager nodded in understanding, probably thinking that I'm just one of the delusional fangirls. She graciously tapped my shoulders with a huge smile. "Don't wor–" To my surprise, she didn't even finish her sentence when her vision went past me to stare at the stage. "AHHH GD OPPA'S LOOKING!!! OPPA SARANGHAEYO!!!" She screamed, and that was all I could do to slowly retreat from that place.

I looked around in hopes of finding Bom but no luck. It seems like she had been swept by her other fangirl friends and I'm sure they're already having fun as of the moment. I sighed. I slowly fought my way to the back where no one could notice me, but it was too chaotic with all the people yelling and fangirling for me to walk past them peacefully.

"YOU!" I was surprised when Jiyong's voice reverberated through the whole dome. I was stuck in the middle of a sea of people, but somehow I felt as if he was calling me, no matter how delusional and crazy that may sound. I slowly turned around to face the stage, only to find out that he was smiling while surveying the whole place filled with their fans. His fans.

My heart broke at the sight of him. From here, in this mosh pit, he seems too far. He's a star illuminated on top of the stage and I'm just one of the extras darkening to make way for him. I doubt if he still remembers me at night before he sleeps. I doubt if he still remembers the way my hands feel against his, the way he envelopes me in that warm embrace of his. I doubt if he still remembers every smile, laughter, every private eye conversations we've had in the past.

I doubt it.

"I hope you're listening," he continued as the fans cheered for them. His voice dropped an octave before speaking once more. "This is for you."

"She is leaving
And I can't do anything
Love is leaving
Like a fool, I'm blankly standing here..."

My voice was caught in my throat. I want to assume so much. I want to presume that I am the person whom he wrote that song for. I want him to tell me that he's still longing for me just as I've been longing for him. Sadly, he can't. Because I'm not in his heart anymore.

Because I left him.

-Flashback-

"Dara, what's this?" Jiyong confusedly asked when he walked in inside our shared apartment. I was packing my things and stuffing everything inside the suitcase. I didn't bother answering him, instead I kept on pulling my clothes out of the drawers and unceremoniously placing it inside the suitcase.

"Dara!" He called out. When I didn't face him, he crossed the distance between us and he grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. "What. Is. This?" He questioned once more, each of his words punctuated.

Confusion, anger, and pain were in his eyes as I stared back at him. I swallowed before steeling my resolve. "Can't you see? I'm leaving, Jiyong." I told him before pushing him back to resume my packing.

I wanted so much to cry. I wanted to embrace him and tell him that we'll be okay. That we'll be together no matter what. But no matter how much I fool myself, I know that Jiyong has enough abilities and potentials for him to go places. However, he will pass up on all the opportunities just for the simple fact that he doesn't want to leave me.

I don't want to do this. I swear to god, if only I could stop myself, I would. But I can't. And maybe I'm not supposed to. Jiyong was wasting himself because of me. He was offered to be one of YG Entertainment's talents, but he didn't even think twice in rejecting it just because of the clause that they weren't allowed to be in a relationship. The scouting manager of YGE found me in the university earlier and talked to me.

His strong arms caged my waist as he buried his face on the crook of my neck. "Darong-ah, no, no, don't do this to us. Did I do something wrong? Am I too jealous? Too boastful? Am I hurting you in any way? Come on baby girl, tell me, please. I'll change. I'll change it all for you. I'll–" his voice croaked and my tears fell as I felt hot tears on my neck. "I'll do anything for you. I love you with everything I have, Dara. Just don't leave me please?"

I couldn't speak. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll just end up spilling everything and ruin him some more. No, I won't do it. I love you so much, Jiyong. And this is why I'm doing this.

"Let go, Jiyong." My voice was trembling as I spoke. "We're over."

I felt him stiffen behind me. I was the one who ended it, but why do I feel as if he had hurt me?

"No. You're just confused. Did you find... someone else? Do you think you like him? That'll pass, Dara!" He harshly said, still not letting go. "Do you... don't you like me anymore? It..." He swallowed. "It's okay, then. I'll love you enough for the both of us. You don't need to love me back. Leave... leave it all to me. Just... stay by my side, please? I have no idea what I'd do without you."

The lump in my throat was so tight that if I make a noise, waves of tears will come spilling. "I don't want to be here anymore." There's nowhere else I'd rather be. "I don't want you." I love you so, so much that I feel like exploding. "Let me go, Jiyong." Please stay with me.

I don't know how many minutes passed when his grip on me slowly loosened. I thought that was the end of it when he fell on his knees, hugging my legs. "Don't... don't leave me, Sandara..." He whispered as his sobs enveloped the whole room.

I bit my lip hard that I was sure it'd draw blood. "I'm sorry, Jiyong."

-End of Flashback-

"If you're struggling like I am
Can't we make things a little easier?
I should've treated you better when I had you..."

The song had ended and loud cheers were heard from the audience. I swallowed hard and glanced at him for the last time before I quietly slipped out towards the back door. To my surprise though, two burly men who seem like guards blocked my way. "Are you Park Sandara-ssi?" One of them asked, and I slowly nodded my head in response.

"We're sorry, miss, but you can't leave yet. Let us escort you to the backstage." The other one stated while the other guard was busy talking to his earpiece.

I was about to make a run for it when the two of them held me. Being the petite girl that I am, I highly doubt it if I could fight them by myself. I tried flailing and screaming but to no avail, it seems as if they weren't even bothered by me.

They began dragging me to the backstage, and I was about to scream some more when all the lights in the dome turned off. Screams were heard from the fans and I was quickly dragged inside one of the rooms in the backstage.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I yelled at them. I could faintly hear the sounds from outside, the fans cheering for BIGBANG. "I don't know anyone here!"

"Don't you?" A familiar voice from behind me spoke, and it was as if that was the only cue that the guards were waiting for. They left us alone while I was rooted on my spot, not having enough guts to turn around.

I heard his footsteps coming towards me and I held my breath. He gently tucked loose strands of my hair behind my ear and I shivered at his familiar touch. "Breathe, Darong-ah," he said, and that was the only time I let go of the breath I was holding.

"What do you want me for, Jiyong?" I steeled my trembling voice. It had been four years since I've been this close to him, and all I wanted to do was to melt in his arms.

The side of his lip upturned, making way for his signature smirk. "Idiot." He laughed.

"Do you think I'm letting you go again?"

Epilogue:

"PARK BOM!!! You sold me out to Kwon!" I whined as the rest of the table laughed at my expense. It was BIGBANG's after-party where I met up with Bom and her two fangirl friends, Chaerin and Minji. I found out that Jiyong contacted Bommie prior to the concert and just as my best friend goes, she sold me.

"Aigoo, don't fret! You have the hottest guy next to you and you're still blaming me?!" She laughed loudly, uncaring of the other guests' attention that she attracts.

"Are you sure Dara-ssi's with the hottest guy, miss?" TOP's deep voice spoke from behind her, and I saw my best friend stiffen. TOP shot her a smug smirk before continuing, "Because last time I checked, I am the hottest guy out here and I only want you."

Bom blushed as the rest of us laughed and cheered. Jiyong, on the other hand, was busy booing the older guy. I elbowed him before laughing. "Oh shut up, you were much cheesier than that."

To my surprise, he drew my face close before whispering in my ear. "Really? You don't like cheesy?" He sexily chuckled. "I'll be sexy later, then." He drawled before sending me a wink.

Is it just me or did it really get hot in here???