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PRESENT

You were having a hard time cooking something for dinner, with Seungri kept bugging you to no end.

"Noona! You know the new student who arrived today right? I heard he was assigned in your class? What's his name again?"

You stayed silent, keep doing what you were doing before. 5:45 PM. Your oppa would be home at 6:30 PM. You better prepared it fast.

You focused stirring all the ingredients, boiled in a pot. Your life would be easier if Taeyang hired a house maid. not that he couldn't afford it, but after a certain incident five years ago, he couldn't risk having strangers near you.

"ya~ noona~ tell me pleeeeeeeaseeeee!!" the maknae followed you around.

You didn't bother answering Seungri's plea.

Actually, you hated this subject. that new student. the one who left you all confused, anxious, and triggered your dark old memories back. The very reason why your mood are ruined.

With Seungri nonstop questioning, you know where this would end.

"Noonaaaaaa~ I'm so curious now! why won't you talk about it? there must be something happened between you!"

You felt your head heavy all of sudden. Damn maknae, why he had to bring all of this up?

PAST

You were in your sweet 16. You had an average life, not much different from what you have in the present. Friends? Nah, you doubted they were the real deal. Your brothers high exposure surely brought you both privileges and dooms. Like.. antifans for example. They usually hardcore fangirls evied your position as the only girl who could get so close with the most powerful, single, and handsome guys in seoul: BigBang.

Well, BigBang dated too, duh. Even GD was known for his “player” label. But it was just like that. No strings attached. In the end, you were the only girl they really cared.

The only difference in your past, comparing to the present was your brothers.

They were all busy with their own life (and business). Oh well, except the baby panda Seungri. He was still innocent, enjoying his youth.

Overprotective? That words didn’t exist.

At this time, where you thought you finally found love, turned out to be the very memory traumatized you so much you’d want to erase it forever. You were almost raped, even killed by a bunch of gang delinquents, underlings of TOP’s rival company.

One of them, succeed to capture your heart, being your boyfriend by pretending to love you.

It was all started with the L words.

You innocently attracted with this guy named Dean Lee Eusebio, the charming sunbae at SOL Academy.

He was like no other. While everyone in school who knew your background (bigbang beloved sister) keeping their distances, he approached you.

“Hey. I’m Dean. I hope we can work together”, he said. Gently greeted you at your class’s first showcase.

He was in charge of assisting the lecturer for dance class which you participated in.

You stated your name coldly. Usually people who realized that you are related to Taeyang, would just either avoided or followed you around like some blood sucker leeches.

Being blood related with the infamous dancer Taeyang sure helped you a lot surviving this dance classes and practices.

The teacher and even Dean praised you a lot.

But you are used to people’s unfair treatments so instead of feeling happy, your heart sank. Afraid they might not telling you the truth.

“Hey, you are gifted you know? When someday I see you on TV, I couldn’t be more proud!”

Dean congratulated you.

“uh, sure thanks”, you just gave him a nod, looked away, and a forced smile.

He frowned.

“are you okay? You don’t look good. Are you having a fever?”

Suddenly he moved his face closer to yours.

You never been this close to a guy before and you felt your heart was beating faster, your blood rushing up towards your cheek and you could see yourself blushed.

“hey,” he inched closer, gently placing his forehead on yours, “you seems fine. But what was with that face before?”

His jet black eyes staring intensely at your hazelnut brown’s and your knees was shaking.

You tried to escape this awkward situation by tilting your head to the side but Dean cupped both of your cheeks, successfully kept your head stayed still.

“are you really okay? You should take a rest, don’t push yourself”.

His hands on your face was good enough to make you go all nervous but then he still got his face plastered to yours.

And hell, that stare could kill.

This was too much. You couldn't take this anymore.

You felt your visions was getting blurry.