Nita’s POV
The house was flooding with activity. T.O.P, T, and G were discussing outfit choices in G’s room rather loudly. V and D were camping out in her room for tie service. Nita was grinning like an idiot as she helped V with his tie. V was the one member of the group she always felt comfortable around, it wasn’t that she was uncomfortable around the others. V just seemed more normal in his behavior and mannerisms than the others. He understood style and class, but knew when it made people uncomfortable. V always seemed to be happy, no matter what the circumstances. Nita tried to see what D was doing in the peripheral. He was looking at the small photo book she kept on her night table.
“Can I ask you a question, V,” she asked, while setting up the loop for his neck tie.
“What do you want to know, Nita,” he asked, checking himself out in the mirror.
“Does it bother you, when the guys make jokes about you,” she quietly asked.
“I’m the youngest, it’s expected,” his reply was curt and to-the-point. “What made you ask that,” he wondered.
“The other day, when we came back from the variety show shooting, you came home and went straight to your room. You hadn’t eaten dinner well, either. You hadn’t talked much in the van either. Usually after those types of shootings, you’re full of energy, constantly being playful. But during the shooting, the guys constantly made jokes about you, more than usual. I had wanted to check on you, but I wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted,” she quietly relayed.
V wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore, he was looking at her. D was still looking through the pictures in her photo book.
“What would you have done, if you did come inside,” he asked, his voice still being curt. He looked serious too, no hint of cuteness or playfulness.
“When my nephews are upset, I usually bake them come cookies, then take the warm cookies and two cold glasses of milk to their room for them,” she answered, “I usually cook something sweet for anyone who is upset. Sweet things bring sweet memories.”
“I like cupcakes,” he said in a crooked smile. “You seem to pick on things fairly quick,” he added.
“I’ve gotten used to it,” Nita said absentmindedly. She focused on getting the placement right, as she adjusted the tie to the center of his shirt. She reached towards the back of his head to set the collar, then stepped back and looked at her work.
“That’s perfect,” she said folding her arms and smiling up at him, admiring her work. “A tie always makes a man look good,” she thought out loud.
“I look good, huh, maybe you should help me out of the tie tonight,” V replied suggestively.
“She said, a tie always makes a man look good, not that you look good,” D commented, looking at V.
“Now it’s my turn,” D added pushing V aside.
“Okay, just chill,” Nita said, starting her task over again.
“You two know how to put on a tie, I don’t know why you’re having her do it for you,” T commented leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready too,” Nita asked not looking at T.
“I am,” he replied nonchalantly.
Nita looked over by the door, to see T dressed in a suit jacket, no shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers.
“Showing off the chocolate abs, I see. Mr. Showoff,” Nita said, grinning. She was enjoying the view, he looked sexy as hell. And she could tell the female population as a whole would be melting in their seats when they saw him.
“Hey I don’t work out to hide all this good stuff, you know,” he answered her with an incredulous look, like she had no right in calling him any version of narcissistic, which in some cases he was. If she thought about it, they all had some version of narcissism. But could she really blame them? They all looked fabulous.
“There all done. Now I need to get ready, so you all need to L-E-A-V-E, like now,” she added, pushing V with one hand and D with the other. When she got to the door, she used her foot to shove T out of the doorway.
“Why!?! Can’t we watch??!!” V whined as she shut the door.
“No!” she playfully yelled. She turned around to walk back to close the bathroom door, only to find G standing in the doorway holding his tie out to her. She smiled, the only one who really did need help with his tie.
“What’s with kicking them out,” he asked, looking at her seriously. What was with the look?
“I still need to get ready, and T was just standing there showing off his chocolate abs, his six-pack is a distraction, they should have a warning label with it,” she answered playfully.
“You like guys with a build or something,” he asked her. She risked a glance at him, while adjusting his tie. He was looking at the ceiling as if there was something fascinating up there.
“Not necessarily, my eyes enjoy the candy that’s given to them,” she answered mischievously.
“Doesn’t that mean the same thing,” he asked. She fixed the placement of his tie and stepped back looking at him.
“Kwon Jiyong, don’t make me sound conceited, you also enjoy women who wear short clothes to show off their assets,” she replied poking his chest with her index finger. Her finger also picked up the fact that his pectorals consisted of firm muscle, rather than just skin and bones.
“I still think you prefer built guys,” he replied. Was he asking her, her preference in guys? “I’m sure every guy you’ve dated so far has had a built body,” he continued.
“My preference in guys is none of your business . . . . . . . .,” she paused, for dramatic effect, “unless you’re looking to be a candidate,” she looked at him. Her mind turning naughty a little bit, for some reason she felt good and decided to go with her gut feeling.
She walked past him and to her open closet door, before the guys had come in; she was in the process of putting together her outfit. She glanced at the contents of her bed and found her bra to be missing in the array of accessories and outfit. Her back to G, she began stripping. Divesting herself of her top first then shimmed out of her lightly faded blue jean shorts.
“What are you doing,” G asked. She didn’t turn around to look at him.
“I’m trying to get ready, so we can leave in a timely fashion,” she answered nonchalantly.
“I’m still in here,” he stated.
“So leave, if you want to leave,” she stated back. Now slipping on her dress slowly, she wasn’t slipping on the dress slowly to tease him, but because the fabric was extremely fragile. If she was rough with it, it would be a ripped mess.
“Where did you find a dress like that,” G asked as she reached in the back to tie the sash that linked the dress from either side.
“It was a gift from my older brother,” she answered, having some trouble getting the knot to tighten.
“Here, let me help, it’s the least I can do after you helped me with my tie,” he said, walking up to the mirror she was standing in front of.
G towered over her. He was wearing a slick pinstriped suit, the jacket hugging him like a second skin. His slacks were tailored to do the same, while his dress shoes shined, like him. He looked dangerously handsome, and her eyes were definitely enjoying the candy. She felt his fingertips brush her naked back. She quietly thanked her brother for the way the dress dipped down to the base of her back. But G’s fingers only went along with the sash. It was a shame there weren’t sashes that went down all the way.
“There,” he said taking a step back. Nita was immediately disappointed when she felt the room’s cool air touch her back. She turned to the side to see the sash had been tied beautifully to one side near her shoulder. With the knot tied to one side her back was on full display.
“You managed to make this look beautiful, but you can’t tie a neck tie,” she asked. He just stood there staring at her, then immediately left the room going to the bathroom.
“I knew I had some left,” she heard him say from the bathroom.
“Have what left,” she asked, slipping on her heels. After she put on her shoes she made her way to the bathroom to see what G was talking about.
“Liquid glitter,” G announced, “turn around,” he ordered. She did as she was told and he started lightly spraying her back. Using a towel, he controlled where the spray was going. What was he doing? She was shivering every time the spray landed on a dry area of skin.
“Now look,” he said, handing her a mirror so she could see the reflection of her back. Her dragons were alive on her back. Every move of her back, made the scales shine in the light. Her tattoo looked exquisite.
“Wow, they never looked so beautiful,” she wistfully said.
“Why don’t you finish getting ready and then come downstairs. Once you’re ready, we can head out,” G said, walking back to his side of the door going to his bedroom. Nita couldn’t help feeling disappointed, she was hoping for one of his scorching kisses, like the one they had shared during his mini makeover. She shrugged her shoulders and decided if she didn’t hurry up with the makeup, the others would leave her. No guy wanted to wait forever, and she had five waiting of her.

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As she walked out of her room, she double checked to make sure she had everything she needed. Opening her clutch she looked, “Phone, check,” as she shuffled around, “Lipstick, check, there not much else that’s going to fit in here. I’ll just make do with what I have, plus, what else am I going to need.”
“I was just coming to get you,” came D’s voice from behind her. She was standing in the doorway putting the two things back in her clutch. “You look gorgeous,” he said, his checks taking some red, as he paid her the compliment.
“Thank you,” Nita replied as she shut her room door and made her way to the stairs. “Come on, we can’t keep everyone waiting.”
“Here,” D said, offering her his arm. Nita smiled and knew she was blushing now.
“To be escorted by a member of Big Bang, aren’t I the luckiest,” Nita said, taking D’s offered arm.
As they went down the stairs, she couldn’t help feeling like a princess being escorted by her prince. The thought was childish, she was a grown woman, of course she’d have an escort to a party, but this felt different. She just had to keep reminding herself that she was going as their assistant manager and nothing more. She had to give herself a reality check, she couldn’t keep daydreaming.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” TopCat announced. She didn’t realize they’d made it down the stairs.
“Thank you,” Nita answered.
“I told you, you’d make us look good,” T said, smiling at her. Nita rolled her eyes; she knew no one was going to be looking at her.
“Wow,” V exclaimed. She was expecting as much. He probably would have done the same thing if she’d come out in her pajama pants and shirt. He was always so full of energy.
“Thank you, guys, but we’re running low on time, we have to go,” she said, walking past them to the door.
“Did it look like that, when I came upstairs to get you,” D asked, looking at Nita’s back.
“Yea, don’t they look realistic,” she asked, trying to look at her back, “G helped.”
They turned their heads to look at him. “She was dressed, and I used a towel so I wouldn’t get the glitter everywhere,” he answered defensively. It sounded as if the guys were accusing him of something and he was answering back. They hadn’t said a thing all they did was look at him. Maybe it was a group thing, something only they understood. She had moments like that with her girls too.
“Stop staring at each other and let’s go,” she said, holding the door open for them.
She was immediately moved aside by V, “You shouldn’t be holding the door for us, we should be holding the door for you,” he said with a smile. She was blushing once again. She wasn’t used to being treated like that.
G-Dragon’s POV
Jiyong was pacing back and forth as everyone started gathering downstairs. She looked absolutely beautiful in the dress, and she hadn’t been done with getting ready. He understood his feelings for her, but he still wasn’t sure what to do with them. Things had only gotten more difficult when she fearlessly started stripping in front of him. He had enough manners at the time to quickly turn around, but part of him hadn’t wanted to. But when he had, he had forgotten how to breathe.
The lacy dress hugged her body and the damn thing didn’t have a back. She was having trouble tying the two strings that were going to hold the dress together at the top. He had unconsciously walked up to help her with it. His eyes fixated on her back and the beautiful artwork on it, so instead of tying it in the center like she was trying to do, he had pulled it to one side, to show off the artwork. The tattoo looked beautiful by itself, but he knew what would make it look even better. He had immediately gone back to the bathroom and started looking for the liquid glitter. Turned out to be the best idea he had. When she looked at her back in the mirror, her expression spoke volumes on her thoughts.
“Wow, they never looked so beautiful,” she had said. Jiyong could still hear her voice. He had been looking at the two of them in the mirror when she’d said that. And he couldn’t have agreed more. They looked good together in the mirror.
“How long have you been pacing,” Youngbae asked, making his way down the stairs.
“Long enough, you ready,” Jiyong asked. He knew he was asking a dumb question, but his mind was thinking about something else.
“Good you two are here too,” T.O.P said following Seungri and Daesung down the stairs.
“Where’s Nita,” Seungri asked, looking down at them. Jiyong often thought, the kid might be a reincarnation of a pet Chihuahua.
“I’ll go get her,” Daesung offered.
“She was still getting ready when I came down,” Jiyong said in a clipped voice.
“I’ll knock before I go in,” Daesung replied in the same voice, as he turned around going back up the stairs.
“What’s wrong with you,” T.O.P asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing,” Jiyong quickly answered.
“It didn’t sound like nothing,” Youngbae replied.
Jiyong ignored the comment, just constantly glancing at the stairs. When he saw Daesung walking down the stairs with Nita’s arm around his, it took everything in him to not go up there and snatch her out of his arm and glue her to his. This is what he was afraid of. She was blushing and smiling as she made her way down, linked to Daesung.
She looked absolutely sinful in the dress, it came down mid thigh. As Daesung brought her down, T.O.P and the others didn’t waste any time complimenting her.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” T.O.P said. Jiyong thought that was an understatement. There was no word nearly good enough to describe what she looked like. ‘Gorgeous’ didn’t work either. ‘Wow, fantastic baby’ seemed even worse. He couldn’t find the right words.
“I told you, you’d make us look good,” Youngbae chimed in, his smile getting slick as he gave her a once over. Jiyong was tempted to smack his best friend in the back of the head. What was with the look?
“Wow,” yelled Seungri. Yup, just like an excited pet Chihuahua. Jiyong was sure, if Seungri had been a dog, he would have jumped at her with all the excitement he was showing.
“Thank you, guys, but we’re running low on time, we have go,” she said, going past Jiyong and to the door.
He heard the collective intake of breath, when they all saw her back.
“Did it look like that, when I came upstairs to get you,” Daesung asked, his eyes started to shine. Jiyong could see the lust forming in them. He was ready to hit Daesung, if the look stayed plastered on his face for too long.
“Yea, don’t they look realistic,” Nita answered, once again completely oblivious to the lusting look in Daesung’s eyes. “G helped,” she added. Jiyong thought that was unnecessary information.
The guys looked at him all at once. They were putting the pieces of the puzzle together about his mood. They knew now, that the reason for his bad mood had to be the way the dress looked on her. She looked sexy and absolutely gorgeous, any guy would be so lucky to have her on his arm. They knew, but they didn’t say anything.
“She was dressed, and I used a towel so I wouldn’t get the glitter everywhere,” he quickly answered. Nita was looking back and forth at the others and him.
“Stop staring at each other and let’s go,” she ordered, while holding the door open for them and gesturing for them to go.
“You shouldn’t be holding the door for us, we should be holding the door for you,” Seungri replied, gently guiding her away from the door and taking her spot. Just as smoothly Youngbae offered her his arm on one side, while T.O.P offered his on the other side. Both of them sending glances at each other and smirking. Jiyong knew they were trying to get a reaction out of him.
Mission accomplished, he thought.
She had a smile on her face the entire time, they walked to the van. The fact that she was blushing eight different shades didn’t help with Jiyong’s jealousy either.
“There’s no way you didn’t have a boyfriend in the states,” Seungri said, sitting in the back of the van. They were on their way to the premiere.
“I dated just like everyone else,” she answered. The answer was vague for a reason.
“Don’t you miss home,” Youngbae asked, staring at the back of her head. She was looking out the window.
“I don’t miss home, I miss the people that I used to be around,” she dreamily answered. Jiyong could tell she was thinking about something else. She was with them in the car, but her mind was elsewhere.
“Is it okay if I ask a personal question,” Daesung questioned, turning around from the seat in front.
She nodded her head, still looking out the window.
“Would you miss us like you miss Kammie and them,” Daesung’s voice cracked a little and Jiyong was surprised at the question. But he wanted to know the answer to, he risked a glance at the others. They were waiting for her answer too.
“You guys have given me something, I’ve never had before. Peace. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I really do have to leave,” she answered absentmindedly.
When she really had to leave. . . . .so she was planning on leaving.
“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” Jiyong replied, not liking the thought of her being away from him.
“There’s more to it than meets the eye,” she answered, still looking out the window. She looked sad in her reflection, her expression looked as if it was inevitable. She turned around looking at everyone, a small smile crossing her sad expression as she looked at them. “Let’s have a good time tonight,” she said.
Nita’s POV
“Let’s have a good time tonight,” she replied and she wanted exactly that. There was no point in thinking about something she knew at some point was going to happen. The guys didn’t need to know and she wasn’t going to tell them either.
They were pulling up to the entrance of the theatre. Fans lining the red carpet, the only thing holding them back, being the security along the same line. Flashing light flooded the area, only amplifying the atmosphere. The guys exited first, the flashing frenzy increased. Nita had to hide her smile, of course the cameramen ate up five hot guys dressed to the nines.
She placed her hands on the sides of the door, when two hands floated in front of her. T.O.P and G offering their hands to help her out, she took both, not wanting to cause a riot. Who knew what would happen if the fans misinterpreted the taking of one hand and not the other.
She hoped her landing looked graceful, but it didn’t feel that way. Her heel nearly caught itself on the rubber of the step coming out. She released her grip on both hands and gently guided both guys to walk forward as she followed behind. It didn’t look professional for the manager to be escorted by their charges.
Out of habit she scanned the crowd. Any time she went out she always did a check of the crowd. People were unpredictable and she didn’t want to take any chances with the safety of the guys. As she followed the guys down the carpet, she noticed one woman following them in the crowd of fans. The woman was pushing past a lot of people, causing disgruntled and dirty looks. The woman’s mouth kept moving, she was mumbling something, but Nita was having trouble making out the words. Nita wasn’t a master at lip reading, but she’d spied on a number of her father’s dealings to understand some of it.
The guys had stopped for a photo stop, the flashes of the camera creating a strobe light effect. Nita was forced to close her eyes or risk the crazy blue dot syndrome. When she opened her eyes again the guys were still standing there with smiles plastered on their faces like they were glued there. She did another quick check of the crowd and didn’t see anything suspicious. Other than a security guard shamelessly flirting with a girl, everything seemed alright.
She walked up behind G and T, “You guys should keep moving,” she whispered to them. They nodded and began to move.
The next thing Nita heard was a ripping of fabric. Her skin felt a chill, and her shoulder infusing a burn she had never felt before. She jerked around and heard a snap and saw the woman from the crowd. In the craziness of flashing cameras and screaming, she hadn’t realized the ripping of fabric was the ripping of her dress, until a jacket was wrapped around her, and she was quickly escorted inside the building.
“I’ll help her,” she heard V tell someone. She was still in shock. Nothing made sense, one minute she was watching the guys walk down the carpet taking pictures, talking to fans, signing autographs the next she was being escorted inside, covered in someone’s jacket.
“Nita, Nita, Nita,” V was calling her, she heard him, but her mind was still catching up.
“Nita,” V shook her by her shoulders, she hissed and winched, her mind finally catching up.
“You’re hurt,” V said worriedly.
Nita took in her surroundings. She was in a bathroom, she looked on the counter and saw a stack of washcloths that one could use to dry their hands.
“Can you take the jacket off of me,” Nita requested, “and please go lock the door, I need to see the damage before anyone else does.”
“Your dress is ripped, the only thing covering you is your underwear,” V said seriously, “the jacket’s what keeping you covered.”
“That doesn’t matter right now, I have to see, what happened to me,” Nita said, “please, V, I’m not going to be able to take care of this myself. I think something’s wrong with my shoulder.”
She didn’t know what made him move, but he nodded and carefully removed the jacket that was covering her.
She heard V gasp and knew that when she looked in the mirror, it wasn’t going to be pretty. She turned around and looked. She was right, it wasn’t pretty. She was stabbed in the shoulder, the blade was lodged in her should, with no handle to pull it out. She stood there in her bra, her dress tattered and hanging off her waist, with a blade stuck in her shoulder, and she knew without a doubt her mother knew where she was.
The banging on the door brought Nita back to reality.
“Don’t open the door,” she ordered.
“You need an ambulance,” V said, his eyes darting between her and the door.
“V, I need you to calm down and listen to me very carefully,” Nita’s voice was calm and even, even though she didn’t feel that way.
“Calm down? You have blade stuck in your shoulder, I don’t know how you’re staying so calm,” V’s voice was cracking with every word he spoke.
“V, listen to me,” Nita placed her good hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eye, “this is T.O.P’s time, we don’t want to ruin it for him. He’s worked really hard for this movie and this is his reward. I don’t want what happened here to shadow that. I need your help to first aid my shoulder, until this event is over, can you do that,” she asked still looking him in the eye.
He nodded, his adam’s apple giving away his nervousness.
“I need to borrow your belt,” she said, she walked to the counter with the washcloths and rolled one up. It was going to make a gag, when she pushed the blade all the way in. The hilt was sticking out, there was no way people wouldn’t notice it, and since it was sticking out the front, running into the wall wasn’t an option. The only thing she could do was push it in herself.
He handed her his belt, she quickly wrapped it around her arm, setting the belt through the buckle and lining it along the hilt of the blade.
The knocking continued.
“I need you to pull as hard as you can,” she looked at him through the mirror, and placed the gag in her mouth.
She felt the searing pain all the way to her toes. Thankfully the gag muffled her cry of pain, but she had tears going down her face. She could feel the blade going through muscle, only coming to a stop at the inside of her shoulder. It took a couple of minutes for the pain to reside before she could open her eyes.
She looked at her reflection, the shoulder just needed to be covered now. Blood was snaking its way down her shoulder. She looked at V, he had tears in his eyes. She smiled at him, what else could she do, he was being a real sport with everything. She just hoped she wasn’t traumatizing him. As she soaked a washcloth and began wiping the front, V moved around and started in the back.
“I don’t know how you managed that,” he said.
“I’ll be alright, as long as we can get through this. As soon as everything’s finished we’ll go to the hospital,” she said. “Let’s get this bandaged now and then we can figure out something to cover it with.”
“I’ll have to open the door soon, otherwise they’ll find someone who can,” V said, holding a clean washcloth on her shoulder.
“Once this is covered, you can open the door. We’ll tell the others I have a dislocated shoulder, that can be taken care of after the premiere is over,” she answered. She wanted to keep this under warps for as long as she could.
“You’re still bleeding,” V’s voice was full of concern.
“I know, but the washcloths should help hide that till I get a shirt to put on,” she replied without thinking.
“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to you,” V questioned curiously.
“Because it’s not,” she replied honestly. “Give me the jacket and go open the door, I’ll clean this up quickly.” As V went to open the door, she quickly dropped all the blood covered washcloths into the trash bin and shoved the bin into an empty stale.
“What took you so long,” T yelled as he pushed pass V into the room, followed by the others.
V received a glare as G passed him straight to Nita.
“Are you alright, you’re not hurt,” he asked grabbing her shoulders. She winced as searing pain once again ran through her body.
“I’m fine, it was just a dislocated shoulder. V helped me pop it back into place, that’s why I asked him to lock the door. I didn’t want this to be a big deal,” she answered. V looked shocked at her blatant lie.
“Then you need medical attention,” T added. She knew they would say something along those lines.
“I’ll get myself checked out, once this event is over. This isn’t my first dislocated shoulder,” Nita smoothly lied. “But before I can walk back out, I need something to wear,” she added.
“D let me have your shirt, and V could you slide the dress down for me. I have an idea,” she said, smiling with excitement.
“I’ll help with the dress, D give your shirt,” G sounded annoyed and worry was clear on his face.
Once the dress was off she looked at G, “now, rip off the top part,” she ordered. Everyone looked at her with surprise.
“Just do it. Can someone take off this coat and help me put on the shirt,” she asked.
As T helped her out, she kept barking her orders, “V I’ll need your belt, T.O.P your hat.” They all handed over the requested items.
“What exactly do you plan on doing with all this,” D asked.
“G are you done,” she asked turning towards him. He held out the ripped dress turned skirt.
“Can you help me into them again, tuck the shirt under the dress,” she requested.
After the shirt was tucked in, she looked at the belt.
“Here give me that,” G said snatching it out of V’s hand and wrapping the belt around her waist where the shirt tucked into the skirt. After fastening the belt he extended his hand to T.O.P for his hat and placed it on her head, loosening the pins that kept her up-do.
“I’m about to show everyone that YG is truly a company that is a family,” she said, looking at D.
“Your shoulder,” G asked, eyeing it.
“I’ve padded it down with cold washcloths, it should be fine till everything is finished,” she said, “don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
She wasn’t sure about the handling herself part of that, but she was going to try. Her shoulder was a constant sizzle, a reminder of how she was living in a fantasy that she was beginning to call reality.
G-Dragon’s POV
Jiyong wasn’t surprised when he rushed into the bathroom and found Nita coming out of a stale.
“What took you so long,” Youngbae nearly bulldozed Seungri into a corner. Jiyong didn’t hold back his look of contempt towards Seungri either. He should have opened the door sooner.
As he passed Seungri he grabbed Nita by the shoulders wanting to make sure she was alright. “Are you alright, you’re not hurt,” he asked, his voice sounded panicked to him. She winced. She was hurt.
“I’m fine, it was just a dislocated shoulder. V helped me pop it back into place, that’s why I asked him to lock the door. I didn’t want this to be a big deal,” she said, adjusting his coat that was covering her.
“Then you need medical attention,” Youngbae added seriously. Jiyong agreed. What if her shoulder was worse than she thought?
“I’ll get myself checked out once this event is over. This isn’t my first dislocated shoulder. But before I can walk back out, I need something to wear,” she said. What was she thinking? She was hurt and she wasn’t worried about it, she was worried about the damn event.
She immediately started asking everyone for something. “D let me have your shirt, and V could you slide the dress down for me. I have an idea.” Why was she asking Seungri to help with the taking off of her clothes?
“I’ll help with the dress, D give your shirt,” Jiyong said, not understanding her thought process.
“Now rip off the top part,” she ordered. Jiyong was surprised at the excitement in her voice. Her skin was starting to look pale.
“Just do it,” she said, he didn’t think she knew her hands were shaking. But without questioning it, he carefully tore off the top half of her already ruined dress.
Youngbae moved around to help her take off of the coat, “V I’ll need your belt, T.O.P your hat.” She was standing there in nothing but her bra and panties and he wanted to kick everyone else out. She was looking paler by the minute and he was sure she was keeping something from the rest of them. Every time he looked at Seungri he was looking at her with a worried look. Something was wrong and Nita was trying very hard to hide it.
They gave her the things she needed and Jiyong realized what she was trying to do. He shrugged his shoulders and figured it was a good idea.
“What exactly do you plan on doing with all this,” Daesung asked. Jiyong thought that was a dumb question. Wasn’t it obvious?
“G are you done,” Nita asked him, pulling him off his train of thought. He handed her the bottom half of her dress.
“Can you help me into them again,” she asked, he didn’t waste any time and squatted down to make it easier for her, “tuck the shirt under the dress,” she instructed. He would have done it without her having to say anything. She was using the clothes and accessories of the others, to show the values YG often talks about. She looked at the belt, and Jiyong went ahead and took the lead.
“Here give me that,” he said to Seungri, holding out his hand for Seungri’s belt. He fastened the belt around her waist and got up. She looked good even with her paling skin. He held out his hand for T.O.P’s hat and slanted it on her head. Her hair wasn’t working for the hat, so he reached back and pulled out the pins that were holding them up.
“I’m about to show everyone that YG is truly a company that is a family,” she answered Daesung’s question. He had been right. He glanced at the others, they all had a look of astonishment on their faces, except Seungri. Seungri’s look was bordering on panic with a lining of worry.
It occurred to Jiyong that made she hadn’t dislocated her shoulder, but hurt it rather badly. “Your shoulder,” he asked, looking at it.
“I’ve padded it down with cold washcloths, it should be fine till everything is finished. Don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” She answered, smiling. Jiyong knew she could handle herself, but that fact didn’t help lessen his worry for her, it actually made it worse.

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They had made it inside the auditorium and were now taking their seats. Nita sat between him and Seungri, and before he knew it, the movie had started.
Nita’s POV
Nita relaxed into her seat as much as she could. V kept eyeing her in the dark. He was worried and she couldn’t blame him. He had been such a sport through the whole thing and on top of that he hadn’t said a word to anyone.
“Thanks V,” she whispered as a scene of T.O.P fighting off goons came on. V looked at her, gave her a half smile and nodded towards the big screen. Nita nodded and gave her attention to the movie. They were at an understanding.
Before she knew it, her eyes began to droop and the last thing she saw was T.O.P’s character leaning in to kiss the female lead.

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