~Jean~

'What did he say?'

"Hey, pooch do you know what your daddy said?" The light brown Sharpei hopped off the couch and shuffled to the back room. There was nothing on television worth watching, so I called back to the dog. "So I guess that means you don't understand French! How about English?!"

I laughed as I watched the dog walk back into the living room with a light blue blanket. I had to admit, it was beautifully decorated, but it felt so cold.

"Mm, hey pooch...ah mind telling me your name?" I crouched on the floor. " I'm Jean. Well, actually, I'll let you in on a little secret, my actual name is Zaahira. It means devious, twisted or crooked. But I don't like it so you can just call me Jean."

The dog moved closer to me then backed away. He, I assumed it was a "He", tugged at the blanket then walked to the back again, just this time he's stop and turn to look at me. I figured it was a sign to follow him.

"Umm, pooch you trying to show me something?"

I followed him first to the kitchen, his bowl reading "GaHo." That damn mutt was smart enough to know I wasn't calling him by his name? The animals these days. Gaho turned quickly, running into JiYong's bedroom. He came back out with a small box set in his mouth.

"What is it boy? Did you find your daddy's porn stash? Haha!" I grabbed the box, flipping it over to the front. A large, creepy joker smile crept on my face when I read the title.

"Coup D'Etat? Revolution. Aha! Now you're speaking my language, literally. So GaHo, hopefully I'm pronouncing that correctly, is this his music? You must be reading my mind." I crawled, yes crawled, back into the living room. I placed the CD into the radio not pressing play immediately.

"So what should I listen to first?"

Bark!

"Huh? Which one?"

Either I was going crazy or the dog was super smart. I opted for the crazy. Gaho barked eight times, so I chose to listen to track eight first. It was a Korean title with, Oh look! An English translation.

"Crooked?" My head snapped over to GaHo. "How did you...? Demon Dog!"

After listening through once, I decided to apologize to the pup. He meant no harm. And I seriously needed to see someone about my odd ability to talk to animals.

It went on like that for hours, me sitting on the floor with the dog listening to his master's works. It was actually really good. We were in the middle of the GD&TOP album when I heard what sounded like keys jingle outside the door.

"Ahh.." I abruptly stopped the CD and put it back in it's case. "Shit shit shit. GaHo put this back."

That damn Sharpei stood up and ran to the door as if say "Hey! Hey! Jean's touching your
stuff!"

"Traitor!" I spat out. I ran to the back. As the door opened I made a nose dive into the bedroom. I could hear JiYong greeting his overly excited pet as I scrambled to put the albums back where I found them.

'He's buying me time! I'm sorry GaHo! I love you!' I thought out, hoping that genius could hear my silent praises. It was short lived.

Moral residue latched on to my guts, clouding my mind with failure. Taunting me over and over again with remorse. I didn't understand why it felt like I failed myself. I didn't know what I regretted until I noticed Gaho had stopped barking. I turned around to the entrance of the room. JiYong was standing there staring back at me, his face all red.

'Why is he blushing so hard?' I thought, then it hit me. Not only was I on my hands and knees, but my bottom was on full display exposing my light blue laced boy shorts. Pretty sexy right?

"Umm, I- I b-bought you s-s-something. I-it's in t-the front r-room" He pointed behind him. I stood up and smoothed down the shirt I was wearing, pretending like nothing happened. The best thing to do in a situation as such was act as if nothing was wrong.

"Oh? Ok." I calmly walked by him. "By the way, have you always stuttered like that?"

There were a lot of bags from various stores in the front room. I didn't know if he bought me just "something" or an entire mall.

"Uh, which one is mine?" I asked.

"All of it!" He called from the kitchen. He was pouring himself some type of alcoholic beverage.

That made me wonder how old the young looking guy was.

"Hey can I get some?"

"Ahh..sure."

Time stopped.

Imagine that the trickster who stopped the watch also placed an obstacle in front of the hero. Then sitting back just to watch the liquid sail onto the supporting role. Eyes bulged. Front soaked. Endless apologies.

How could it possibly get better?

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~Ji Yong~

"Aish!!"

At the rate I was going, I was bound to get grey hair. Jean was killing me, literally! I almost had a heart attack seeing her in my room. Then I lost all sense of balanced when she asked for a drink. To top it off I couldn't focus knowing she was sleeping in my bed, helpless. Completely vulnerable.

The same reason why I was now at work at 3 in the morning.

"You're in love." A voice came out from behind me. I nearly leapt out of my skin.

"Ah, HyunSuk ssi!? You startled me. Wait, what?"

YG sat down beside me.Looking through to the recording studio, "It's something my friends would say to me when I was in deep thought. Sort of like shock therapy."

I breathed out. Lord only knows how long I had been holding it.

"Ahh, but anyway," He continued, "Why are you here so early? Have another hit already?"

"Mmm no. I couldn't sleep."

"So you come to work? That's what home is for! JiYong you're an odd one, you know that?" He lend back in the chair propping his feet up on the desk in front of us.

"Maybe that's it." I pondered.

"Yeah it is. But it defines who you are. A man on a mission with a lot to share to the corrupted world around him. Standing strong."

"Home is dangerous right now."

"What? GaHo has rabies or something?"

I couldn't help but laugh. It was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard, well, next to that one time when I was explaining how whipped cream got on the ceiling .

"No. My baby is fine." I stated.

"Then what?" HyunSuk sat up to pull a bag of chips out of a random briefcase.

'Where was that?' I wondered to myself, he offered me some.

"Hyung?" I began, grabbing a hand full of chips, "What would you do if you knew someone who basically kidnapped a girl from another country?"

He didn't take anytime to think, "Turn them in."

"But, what if it was someone you knew well?"

"Turn him in."

"What if the girl begged him to take her?" Ok so that's not exactly how it happened but I needed to hear another response than the one I was being given.

"Kill her and then turn him in."

"What?!?"

I may have to reconsider the people I worked with.

"I'm just kidding. But JiYong, if you know a guy who happens to have smuggled a girl in the country, think about what's more important. The loyalty towards your friend or the pain inflected when authorities rip through your house one night. "

I eyed him suspiciously.

"So basically if it was me, you'd turn me in without a second thought?"

"Oh hell yeah! Haha, but it's not you. So we're good."

YG looked at his watch then stood. He picked up the briefcase and began to leave. For a moment he paused and looked back.

"Oh by the way," He began, "What is so dangerous about home?"

I was at a lost for words. Everything I came up with sounded elementary or cheesy. There was no possible way to describe it either, my descriptions came out like a baby calf, quick and awkward. So I lied.

"I have a new girlfriend." I blurted.

"Oh? Pretty?"

"Very. Extremely. Just amazing."

"Model?"

"No!" I may have sounded too excited.

"So a normal girl. I'd like to meet this girl, bring her in. Hmm let's say tomorrow?"

With that he left. Things may not have been difficult now, but later, it would be.

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The clatters of pots brought me out of my daze. I wasn't awake, yet ,not fully asleep. Thin strips of molten sunbeams escaped the concealment of the curtains. I looked up from the couch to see Jean cooking something in the kitchen. It was around seven this morning when I finally arrived back home. The aroma of pancakes hit my nostrils like a speeding bullet.

"Mmm that smells heavenly," I said walking up behind Jean. I grabbed her by the waist, just holding her while she cooked. She didn't seem fazed by the event but once I realized what I was doing I let go. In my defense it was the lack of sleep.

"Yeah they're done, if you want to eat now."

We sat at the kitchen table I rarely ever used. It was nice. The breakfast was delicious. Jean was the first to break our silence.

"You know, you can have your bed back if you want it." She stuffed a lightly buttered pancake in her mouth.

"Are you suggesting that we sleep together?" I replied.

It was the lack of sleep talking. I swear. I mean I did consider it a few times but I never wanted to say it out loud. Honest. I changed the subject as quickly as I brought it up.

"We're going out today." Was the final I said before devouring a last bite and taking refuge in my large walk-in closet.

Notes

Uh, hey~

So um for those of you who don't know this...Noir is already completed. How? Well, because I wrote it on asianfanfics... um even now I think this is a pretty shitty chapter. BUT~~~ I wouldn't change it for the world.