New fanfic yayy!
Will post more of YASBTM later on keke just being lazy right now 😛
Basic info about G H O S T
[Shall be updated (maybe xD) later]
Type of fandom: SHINee/Shawol
Pairing: JongKey [Key/Kim Kibum x Kim Jonghyun]
Rating: Idk… PG-13 for a guess~
Chapter count: This far, one, working on pt 2
Summary/Plot: Key is a ghost, and has been so for 80 years. He doesn’t remember his human name, now he’s only called that – Key. All ghost’s has got purposes, but Key just can’t seem to figure out (or find) his purpose. Until he one day sees this one peculiar human, who immediately catches his eyes. This human, called Jonghyun (but that’s yet unknown to Key) is lonely, on the edge to depressed, and he had no family or friends whatsoever. As Key discovers this, he wants to help the young man. There’s only one problem – Jonghyun doesn’t know Key exists.
Man it’s been a while since I blogged… Sorry for that guys. Been busy with mariamorbidia (fyi kpop blog and everyday-blog)
But I’m here again, this time with a new JONGKEY in store for ya’! Gosh, I swear they’re just to awesome to NOT write about XD
And before I ramble away and post the NEW FANFIC (insert victory dance here) I’ll give you the links to some importante places!
Hope to see you there!
Bye my lovelies xoxo
I sighed and puffed my cheeks as I sat on the swing, or at least tried to. It wouldn’t move as I tried to swing it – of course. A soft breeze messed up my hair as I thought about my past.
I didn’t really remember how it happened. Maybe it was a car accident? Or one of those bloody deaths, where the victim screams and the murderer stabs and stabs and laughs? Or just a peaceful passing, a beautiful quiet one – you know, dying while sleeping.
What did it matter really. I didn’t really think much of my previous life. It was over so there was no need to dwell on it. Right?
The creepy thing is that I was still there. Alive in some sort of form. I never really believed in ghosts, so it really was a surprise for me when I realized I actually was one myself. With see-through body, ice-blue lips and eyes and hair that looked like it was frosty with small, pretty, sparkling diamonds attached in it. The same hair color as the one I had in my living life though – golden blonde.
I admit, as a ghost you looked good, but it was extremely boring. Nothing to do, just floating around and watch when the living people went through their lives, eating, drinking, talking, feeling, and just living. Until they also died of course. Not everyone became ghosts though, no, there were just a few – the ones who had ‘unfinished business’ or something they had to do in the world of the living. Or at least Jinki told me so.
I didn’t have unfinished business, no, I was selected for some reason to stay in the world of the living and watch over the humans. Not so unlike an angel, but not exactly like one either. Angels – or more precisely, Guardian Angels – were chosen to watch over humans, but they were assigned one special human to watch until the said human dies, one that has special problems or are going to suffer. When the person dies, or no longer need his or hers angel, the angel in question is assigned another human. And so on.
Ghosts were different, as already said. They just wander around the humans, watch them, and report to the angels if they see something or notice something. They’re some sort of spies, I guess you could say. It’s like in the army, or anything. When you’ve served your time and filled your purpose you get to leave the earth and either become an angel or die fully.
I’d already been a ghost for about eighty years. I didn’t really have much to do, which means I was just hanging around being lazy while watching random people live and die.
I think I was about twenty years old when I died, but I really don’t remember that well. All my memories that I had left of my living life were all blurry and vague, but that wasn’t that strange after all – I mean, it had almost been one hundred years ago that I was born! I didn’t even remember my human name. Now I was only known as Key.
I sighed once more and gracefully stood up, the swing remaining as still as ever. I walked out of the small playground, me feet ‘floating’ about one inch above the ground as I did. I headed for the centrum of the city, walk-floating as fast as I could as I didn’t have much more to do. As I checked the watch on my wrist I discovered that the time was already 8PM, which meant there should be many people heading home from work right now. I smiled a bit to myself – watching people were actually one of my favorite hobbies, as well as my work. I loved watching the different faces of each and every person, imaging the life behind those eyes, or that smile, or those delicate pink-flushed cheeks.
I stopped in the middle of traffic, sometimes having a car going through me, but that was okay, it didn’t hurt, it was more like fun to watch the drivers’ reaction to the sensation.
Some ignored it. Some furrowed their brows and shuffled in their seat before returning to normal. Some shivered a bit. Some slowed down to look around. And yeah, countless of more reactions.
There, in the middle of everything, I had a pretty nice view over all the people passing by. I saw all of their faces – also something good about being a ghost; your eyesight improved. I smiled as I made up stories for all of the people who were busy being wrapped up in their own bubble of life.
The woman with the long braid, medium-dark skin and black coat, she’s heading home from her highly official work which she’s considering to quit because of her boyfriend, an amateur artist who wants to go to Paris to get inspiration. It’s their one year anniversary today, thus she’s got that small smile tugging her lips as she walks, and her eyes are shining with love for her boyfriend.
The family over there, with the man holding a map, they are tourists from Europe. It’s their first time in Korea, and the oldest daughter – the one with short blonde hair and purple shades – is the only one who knows a bit of Korean. She helps them around and asks for directions.
Right now they’re trying to find somewhere to eat dinner where all of them including the six year old boy can eat. They’ve been looking for an hour now, and everyone are getting impatient and grumpy. In about a quarter they’re going to give up and go back to the hotel.
And over there, workers are going out of the door to the company. They’re heading for buses and undergrounds and cars and trains to go home to their familie-
I interrupted myself in my thoughts as one of the workers caught my attention. He looked young, too young to be a business man, but still he had a look of mature on his face. His lips were curved in a smile as he said goodbye to his coworkers, but his eyes seemed dead. As soon as he turned away from the others, the smile disappeared and his face turned into a completely emotionless mask. Without thinking, I left my position in the middle of the road to follow the man. Something about him made me want to figure out more about him, it kind of… pulled me to him.
What was it about this man?
Was he the one I was supposed to find?
Was he… my purpose?
I gently ruffled Taemin’s soft, brown hair. He breathed softly and relaxed, and seemed to be far away in his dream land. I figured he dreamt something nice and happy, because he smiled in his sleep. It was soothing to see, calming me down as well. But not so much that I could sleep, no, not that much by far. I was still shaken up.
“Hey, Minho-ah! You’re back!”
I waved to the rest of the guys of the gang as I came closer. They waved back, big smiles on their faces. They seemed a bit tired, all of them, and actually a bit more dirty than usual. Strange, but I decided not to worry about it. They were always dirty after all – always tired – maybe it was just because I was so unusually clean myself that I thought they looked more unclean than I was used to… Well, never mind that.
“Hi guys! Missed me that much, eh?”
Jonghyun walked up to me, brohugging me before letting go and looking into my eyes with a smile.
“Sure we did, hell, why did you just disappear like that, bro?” I laughed.
“Well, you know the storm? I was like caught in it, and I had to find a shelter. I actually got to have a roof over my head that night – a nice kiddo took me into his house”
The gang whistles and I smirked. Jonghyun smiled widely.
“Great! Got any money from him?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t took it – he gave it to me” Another whistle, this time from Jiyong.
“Awesome!” Jonghyun said, patting my shoulder. “How much?”
I silently took up the won Taemin hade gave me, and noticed the others hungry glares at them. I wasn’t really in need for them, so I gave it to them – everyone got alike of course. Their smiles widened.
“No problem, guys, damn… It’s nothing” I laughed at their eager. “Now, let’s go and buy something good, eh?”
A while after that – around lunchtime, I figured, because I didn’t have a clock – we all sat down near the basketball court, stuffed with all kinds of food. Or, rather, the food we had the money enough to buy. Because when we had money, we didn’t steal. But when we didn’t we stole what we needed to have for surviving. I always felt guilty afterwards, but that feeling became more dulled over the years. It was the same for the other guys – Jonghyun, Jiyong and Seunghyun – they were always a bit quieter than usual after stealing. We would just sit there, eating stolen food, not talking at all. Then, someone – often Jiyong – came up with something to brighten up the mood in our small group. Sometimes, we played basketball. We had found an old ball at the court, and hidden it fell. It was our treasure. When people passed by while we were playing, they often started for a while – the old people smiling at our laughs and eagerness – before they started to walk again. When we played, we didn’t show anything of our misery.
Or, we danced and singed, as I’d told Taemin. And that was what we did now.
“Hey, can’t we do anything? I’m dying from boredom over here” Jiyong groaned. I turned toward him.
“I dunno… Sing? Dance?”
“Come on, we always dance without music, pabo!”
I laughed at the silly boy.
“Sure, Jiyong-ah… Seunghyun-ah, can you do the beat?” The eldest one of our group – though he didn’t always act like that – smirked at me.
And then, like at a commando, we all stood up. Seunghyun moved to the leftmost side, I stood at the back, Jiyong at the rightmost side and Jonghyun in the front. Some other kids playing at the court stopped their game and looked at us with curious faces. I smiled at them, and they got a little closer. Jiyong took off his hat and placed it on the ground – just in case someone wanted to give.
Seunghyun started his beatbox, and Jonghyun took the first steps. We decided to do a dance battle, so Jiyong was next, then me, and then Jonghyun again. Seunghyun – not so confident about his dancing moves, and making the beat – didn’t participate in the competition.
Jonghyun made a quick turnaround, slamming his hands against his thighs, danced backwards and hen smirked at Jiyong to tell him it was his turn. Jiyong smirked back and made a breakdance move. When it was my turn, I did the same thing as I had showed Taemin.
More and more people came to watch us, some giving us money. We continued until we felt how we started to get tired, and then Jiyong won the competition with his breakdance. The people gathering around us clapped and we smiled at them, bowing and thanked them for their attention. The kids we had seen earlier watched us with admiring eyes. We waved to them before they left. They were probably heading home, to a caring family who loved them… Oh stop it, no such thoughts Minho!
We sat down to rest a while after the dancing. We had all enjoyed it, and felt refreshed and happy afterwards – we usually did. For a while we just sat there, kind of exhausted, and ate the rest of the snack. We agreed about saving the money for later, and we put it on another safe place.
After about half an hour, three quarters, I looked at the sun checking the time. Because of many years going after the sun, I knew that the time was about four, and I figured that Taemin had quitted school by that time. I rose from the ground, and the three others looked at me. I smiled at them.
“I’m just going to take a walk! I’ll be back in a minute!”
They smiled back, waved and then continued to talk. I turned away from them and started walking in the direction of Taemin’s school. I took a shortcut through one of the many small alleys that lead from the court. I knew the way very well – we had used it as a runaway from cops many times when we had stolen food or other stuff, mostly clothes. I was about to turn right – I knew the left path went to a dead end – when I heard a slight yelp. It seemed to come from the left path, and I turned my head towards there. For some reason, I felt uneasy… And worried. I thought about shaking it off, but then I heard a loud thud and couldn’t ignore the feeling longer. To my very own surprise, I found myself dashing toward the sound. And then, I stopped dead in my tracks.
What I saw totally terrified me.
Taemin was lying on the ground, whimpering and gasping for air, while a huge man stood leaned over him, ready to hit Taemin’s pretty face with a heavy punch. The man had a really scary – almost perverted – grin on his face, and seemed to enjoy the sound of Taemin’s pain.
Without further thinking, I rushed forward again, and dragged the man away from my friend. I took a grip of his shoulders and practically threw him on the ground. His eyes widened in surprise, but I couldn’t even see which color they were – I only saw red. I bent over him, hitting first his stomach with my knee and then punched his face as hard as I could. And that was pretty hard. Years of surviving at the street, playing basketball and dancing, had made me strong. The man just blacked out, bleeding from his mouth. I didn’t pay more attention to him after that. I hurried over to Taemin again, placing my hand gently on his shoulder. He was shaking.
“Taemin-ah! Are you okay?” I asked him, the worry I felt heard in my voice. Then, I noticed now my hand was getting red.
“Oh god… Are you bleeding?” I said shakily. Then, he realized he seemed to relax in some weird way – he fell. “Taemin? Taemin!”
He had passed out. And I stood there, with his body in my arms, scared to death.
I breathed in deeply to calm myself. I looked at the boy sleeping in my lap. Oh Taemin. If you knew how much I care about you.
“Taemin? Taemin-ah, can you hear me?”
The familiar voice reached me in my floating darkness. I groaned. The pain was everywhere, but my back seemed to be worst. I didn’t want to answer – I was too afraid that it would hurt to open my mouth.
“Taemin, please answer me!”
Oh screw that. When he was pleading like this, I couldn’t resist.
I tried to open my eyes, but the simple action shot a lightning of fire though my head. I groaned in pain. Smooth fingers touched my face, stroking my chin to calm me down. I didn’t realize I was crying until Minho wiped away my tears.
“Hush, Minnie, it’s okay now… You’re safe” He mumbled, and I felt his breath on my skin. I tried to relax, but it was hard. My back hurt like hell, and my ankle seemed to be twisted. It felt like that, anyway.
“M-Minho-hyung…” I finally managed to say, but it came out as a gasp. I coughed, my lungs hurt for some weird reason.
“Oh god Taemin! I was so worried over you! Here, take this and don’t talk too much, okay?”
I felt how something warm was laid over me, and I sighed in relief. Was I freezing? I hadn’t noticed that.
“O-okay…” I whispered, and again I felt how something stroked my cheek.
“How to get you home now…?” I heard Minho mumble. Then suddenly, I felt his strong, warm arms underneath me. I almost opened my eyes in shock.
“M-Minho-ah… What are you…?”
“I’m carrying you home, it’s not that far”
I was pressed against his scarred chest, and I slowly started to relax a bit in his arms.
And then realized he didn’t have a shirt on.
My face was pressed against his bare skin, and I felt how it heated up at this. Oh god… I realized too, that it was his shirt that he had laid over me before and it was that piece of cloth that I now clutched in my arms. I was even more embarrassed at this. First, he was carrying me. Then, he was carrying me SHIRTLESS. But, I guess that it was only me being a perv after all. We were both boys, right? So it shouldn’t be such a big deal… But it was, for me atleast. Why was I thinking these strange thoughts anyway? Well… He was hot indeed… But I shouldn’t b-
“How are you feeling, Taemin?”
When Minho suddenly spoke, I was woken up from my dirty thoughts. I tried to open my eyes again, this time it went a bit better. I looked at him with half-closed eyes.
“A bit… Better” I croaked out, my voice sounding terribly. I pouted at this – usually my voice was smooth, and now… Sigh.
Minho chuckled at this it seemed, and I guess I must’ve looked kind of hilarious.
“Good… You’re really cute when you do that” he replied. I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You think so?” Another croak, another chuckle.
After that, he walked in silence, and I guessed he became a bit tired after all. Was I really that heavy? Sigh again.
“Well, we’re at your place now” Minho said a short while after that. I opened my eyes again – now I realized I had got a hit in my head, and that was why it hurt, but I was also very tired. I could see my door, and I reached out for the key I had in my pocket. I gave it to Minho, who unlocked the door with one hand – I was amazed at this – and we went in. Minho gently put me down in the sofa, and I thankfully leaned back against the pillows. I peeked at him through my eyelashes. He was on his way to the kitchen, and I got to lock at his back. I could only describe it with one word – sexy. Muscular, well-build, the perfect proportions… I caught myself thinking these thoughts, and closed my eyes again before I could continue watching his movements.
I heard steps as he came out from the kitchen again.
“Here, Minnie, I made some tea for you…” he said, his voice gentle and caring. I smiled at him, looking at him again with half closed eyes, taking the cup from him.
“This… it’s almost like… two days ago” I croaked out, taking a sip from the tea. Minho nodded, smiling.
“Yeah… But now I’m the one taking care of you”
“That is… nice” I sighed happily. The hot tea felt good for my throat, and I took another sip. I started to warm up too.
“Taemin… What happened? I found you lying on the ground, with that man going to hit you… Who was he?” Minho asked suddenly, in a very serious tone. I sighed – now I could, I already felt better except for my back and my ankle.
“He followed me on my way home from school and tried to rob me” I answered, looking at the hot tea cup in my hands. I hadn’t noticed they were trembling. I felt Minhos eyes on me, and I looked back on him, trying to smile.
“Thank you for saving me, Minho-ah”
He seemed to blush a bit. Then, he carefully hugged me, wrapping his arms around my think frame, holding me closely but was careful not to hurt me.
“No problem… I owed you one”
”Will you be alright now, sweetie?”
I turned around, facing my mother, who sat in the front seat of the car with the window down. She wore that typical “mother-like” expression, with both hands on the steering-wheel, looking at me with soft, brown eyes. I smiled reassuring, although I didn’t feel calm at all.
I would start in a whole new school today. First day in a new class, a new city… Who didn’t feel a bit nervous to that kind of situation? Well, maybe not my best friend – Km Kibum, as the self-confident person he was. But he had gotten into his class in a very good way; he hadn’t been bullied or so. But what if I got bullied? Or left alone? Or- No! Shut up, Taemin!
”I’m sure it will be just fine, mom, don’t worry” I answered her question, before I turned around again and started to go toward the school building.
“Have a good time!” I heard her call after me, and I let out a sigh. Why did she have to shout? It was a bit embarrassing…
I was on my way to the entrance when I saw a group of girls which were staring at me, but then started to giggle and hair-flip. Because I didn’t have any experience with girls, I didn’t quite know how to relax, so I just continued to walk. When I got into the school I nervously looked around, searching for a sign showing me the way to the information. I sighed with relief as I noticed one.
Hidden behind my long hair I made my way to the door, knocked and then went in. The woman behind the desk smiled at me politely, greeted me, and I did the same. I got a schedule for my year and some instructions about my locker and stuff, and a wish for good luck. I said thank you and went out from the office, just to crash into a muscular chest.
I almost fell backwards from the crash, but the person before me didn’t seem to take any effect at all. Then, I felt something hitting me hard in the chest. Because of my long hair, I didn’t see anything – it had gotten into my eyes – but the hit made me lose my breath.
“Yah, girl! Look where you’re going! Geez!” said a dark, definitely manly voice.
As soon as I felt alright again, I looked up. The boy before me was tall, very tall. He was kind of muscular, and had short dark hair and dark eyes. If he hadn’t had that look of disgust in his face, I guess he’d be called handsome. But… What had he just called me?
I straightened my back and looked him in the face. He was just so tall! Whoa! I felt very short, compared to him, but I guess it was just because his aura was plain dominance. He had a lot of charisma, I could tell. He seemed to study my face for a second, before he broke out in a wide grin.
”But what’s this? Seems like it wasn’t a girl after all” he said, an evil expression on his face. A shorter guy with sharper lines in his face – but also with dark hair – stepped out from behind the leader. He also smiled evilly.
”Are you sure about that, Minho-ah?” he said. The other two in the gang of four started to laugh, and it wasn’t a nice laugh. I felt how my heart sank in my chest. What had I done wrong now?
They continued to laugh that evil laugh while they walked past me, on their way to the exit. The first guy, Minho, pushed me out of the way as he passed by.
For a few seconds, I just stood still staring after them, sad, embarrassed, angry and… Well, upset. What was those guys problem? They seemed to be in one or two years over me.
I turned around and saw a familiar figure with many accessories run toward me. I waved to my best friend – Key, one year older than me – and he waved back eagerly before he almost run into me and hugged me. I coughed a bit, and Key let me go, but he was still holding my arms. He smiled widely at me, fully ignoring the looks he got from the other students.
”Umma has missed his little Taeminnie!” he continued and looked like he was about to start jump up and down on the spot. I smiled back. I was glad to have at least one friend at this school.
“I missed you too, Key” I answered, “but must you that, in front of the whole school?” He just laughed. His laughter is beautiful, I’ve always thought that. I liked my umma very much; he took care of me so well. I saw him both as an extra mother and like a brother, but a lot as a very good friend too.
”What’s wrong with that, Minnie?”
“Don’t care about it” he smiled and let go of my arms, patting my shoulder instead. Then he got a little bit more serious.
I checked my schedule, and saw that it was history class. Kind of boring.
“Uhm, history class” I answered. Key’s smiled widened again.
”I’ll follow you there!” he just replied, took my hand in a fast grip and started to drag me toward a staircase in the end of the large room.
I translated it into english! yay!
Ett par dagar gick och jag upptäckte lättat att både F4 och Last Sunset-gängen skolkade mest hela tiden. Under hela den kvarvarande veckan såg jag inte till en enda av medlemmarna i F4, fast jag skymtade både Taeyang, Daesung och Seungri några gånger. För det mesta, såg jag, hängde de i korridorerna eller i allrummet, eller på baksidan av skolan. Om man var inom en tiometers-radie runt dem så hörde man tydligt den dunkande basgången i låtarna de lyssnade på.
Jag blev mer och mer avslappnad under de dagarna.
Ändå tills måndagen andra veckan.
Jag gick in i skolan som vanligt, gick fram till mitt skåp, öppnade det och lade in mina saker, medan jag hummade en påhittad melodi. Key sågs inte till, inte heller Onew, men om jag kände dem rätt skulle de strax rusa in – Kibum med graciösa steg, medan Onew skulle snubbla på sina egna fötter. Jag log lite åt detta. Sedan insåg jag att jag faktiskt inte såg några andra elever alls i skåprummet. Jag började känna mig lite nervös av någon anledning som jag inte förstod. Hade det hänt något?
Och så såg jag dem. Shit.
F4 satt vid ett av de runda borden mitt i allrummet, med benen utsträckta åt alla håll (i G-Dragons och Minhos fall) eller lutade mot varandra över bordet (i TOPs och Jonghyuns fall). Jag svalde ner klumpen i halsen. Idag hade jag håret uppsatt i en lös hästsvans och hade dessutom på mig en extra lös, stor, grön jacka över skoluniformen, och hoppades att de inte skulle märka mig.
Som sagt, hoppades.
Eftersom jag var ensam med dem i hela kapprummet – de andra eleverna hade nog flytt fältet, antog jag – la de genast märke till mig. Det var Seunghyun som först såg mig, och hans blick verkade borra sig in i mig innan han log på ett underligt kusligt vis. Inte kort efter det märkte de andra också vem det var som stod ensam vid skåpen. Jag tittade snabbt bort, fumlade med låset. Men innan jag hann fly, kände jag en hand på min axel.
”Nej men titta… Är det inte lilltjejen?”
Ljudet av Minho-sunbaenims röst fick det att krypa kalla kårar uppför min ryggrad. Jag kämpade emot lusten att springa, jag ville stå kvar, visa mig stark. Men efter att ha hört om vad F4 gjorde med… Feminina personer, så var det inte lätt att vara stark.
Minho greppade min axel hårdare, och jag kände hur en annan hand tog tag i min hästsvans och ryckte i den. Det gjorde ont som satan, och mitt huvud drogs bakåt så att det knäppte i nacken och hårfästet drogs ut till max. Jag försökte hålla ihop tänderna, inte stöna eller kvida, kom igen Taemin, du kan klara det här!
”Fint hår du har, sonyeo… Fast det kanske behöver friseras lite” Ett elakt skratt. Jag trodde att det var G-Dragon som pratade, för rösten var inte lika mörk som någon av de andras. Jag svalde igen.
”Vad sägs om en liten dusch?” fortsatte Jiyong-sunbaenim. Jag kunde riktigt höra det elaka leendet i hans röst. Dusch? Hur menade de?
”Nej, inte dusch… Det bjuder vi inte på. Men hårtvätt kan vi nog ordna” Minho’s röst igen. ”Sedan kan vi fortsätta till klippning och färgning”
Alla fyra skrattade samtidigt, och kunde höra hur nöjda de var med att de hade fått fast mig. Jag kände hur något stack i ögonen på mig, men hindrade tårarna som ville falla både från smärta och från förtvivlan. Klippning, färgning, tvätt? Vad planerade de?
Helt plötsligt drog de iväg mig igen, och jag kraschade rakt in i ett skåp då jag snubblade bakåt. Det smällde rejält, och mina skulderblad kändes som om de skulle spricka. De fyra skrattade igen, och jag kunde inte hindra det, jag kved till – jag var för rädd och det gjorde så ont.
”Oj då, lillan har ont” sa någon med retsam röst – jag kände vagt igen det som Jonghyun. Jag orkade inte titta där jag satt där på golvet vid skåpet.
”Ja men, då får vi kyla ner henne lite så att det lägger sig. Kom med nu!”
Någon drog upp mig, och de började släpa mig i korridorerna. Någonstans på vägen hörde jag ett nytt skratt, men annars var det helt tyst. Jag såg upp på personen om släpade mig. Vitt hår, mörka ögon, markerade kindben och heltäckande kläder – TOP. På min andra sida gick G-Dragon med ett grin på läpparna. Bakom mig, antog jag, gick Jonghyun, för jag såg Minho’s ryggtavla mitt framför mina ögon. Jag slöt ögonen igen, i skräck inför den kommande ”friseringen”.
En dörr öppnades precis intill mig, eller rättare sagt slets upp så det smällde i väggarna då den slog i dem. I närheten av mig hördes stegen tydligare nu, som mot kakel eller något. Och det slog mig var vi var.
Toaletten. Självklart. Vad annars?
Jag kände en stark hand på min rygg, som tvingade ner mig på knä, och sedan ytterligare en på min nacke som tryckte ner mitt huvud. Och sedan möttes jag av vatten, vatten och åter vatten. Isande kallt mot min hud, och jag gurglade förtvivlat.
Jag hade ingen luft. De höll på att dränka mig.
Hela mitt huvud befann sig i toalett-stolen hur nu det fick plats. Jag började se svarta prickar, och det skrämde mig. Jag slöt ögonen, försökte hålla munnen stängd, men mina skrikande lungor började protestera. Jag ville instinktivt öppna munnen igen för att andas, men jag tvingade mig själv att inte göra det. För då skulle jag svimma, eller ännu värre, dö.
Plötsligt slet de upp mig från toan igen. Jag flämtade efter luft, spottade ut allt vatten i munnen, men det var så svårt att andas, så svårt, för mycket vatten i lungorna. Någon dunkade mig hårt i ryggen, antagligen TOP igen. Det var nog han som hade hållit fast mig.
”Svimma inte ny, nu ska vi ha frisering!” G-Dragon igen, med samma retsamma röst som förut.
Den där rösten gav mig helt plötsligt nya krafter. En ilska började strömma i min kropp, ut från mitt hjärta och bröst till alla delar av kroppen. Adrenalinet pumpade genom mina ådror, och helt plötsligt slet jag mig fri från den chockade Seunghyun, hann upp på fötter och sprang för mitt liv ut från toaletten.
The morning light which struck my face woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I groaned and turned over hiding my face in my pillow – as my morning mood is terrible – only to be surprised at the wall that met me. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I opened my eyes an inch, trying to focus my mind. It was hard though, I was still stuck in my dream. It’d been strange but… Suddenly, I couldn’t remember it anymore. Or, I remembered one thing… Minho had been in it. That was strange too.
At the thought of Minho, the strange boy who’d dropped in yesterday, I was wide awake. What if he had left? Maybe he had left with money? But he hadn’t seemed like the thief type.
I rose from my bed, nudging my eyes to get more awake and yawned. I stretched my back while walking out from the guest room, moving my steps to my own room where Minho hopefully still was. I carefully opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. If he were still asleep I didn’t want to wake him up.
The room was shaded in grey, because the light from the sun didn’t quite reach every corner in the room. And because it was still so early – according to the clock it was 6.oo pm in the morning – the sun didn’t stood so high yet and didn’t lend much light anyway. Although the dust which whirled in the air was fully visible, and so was the tall dark haired boy lying on the bed, still fast asleep. I went closer to him, studying his face just as I’d done yesterday. He looked… Peaceful. And now, with the dark circles and pale cheeks gone, I really got to see his looks. He was handsome, indeed. His skin was perfect, no acne or anything, his eyebrows where thick and symmetrical, and he had high cheekbones and a beautiful facial form. His hair cowered his eyes a bit, and with each breathe he took the hair shuddered a bit. I smiled at his face. He looked so innocent. But I still didn’t know who he was.
I went outside again, and just as before I was as quiet as possible so I didn’t disturb his rest. I thought of making breakfast for both of us, and luckily the power was back. I started on making omelets, which was easy and fast but still good food. When the scent of the omelets reached my nostrils I realized how hungry I was, and my stomach started to rumble a bit. I felt my mouth watering – I could hardly wait until they were done.
Finally, they were. I put them on two plates and placed them one the table, then I got some sandwiches and milk out and put it on the table too. I added some glasses and it was done. Then, I walked out to wake Minho up.
I entered the room again. Now, almost half an hour later, he was still asleep in the same position though the light now was right in his face. I gently shake his body to wake him up, and just earned a groan in return. I shake him again.
“Minho, time to wake up” I whispered in his ear, and he slowly opened his eyes a bit.
“Mhm… Just… Five more minutes, please” he answered with a sleepy, muffled voice, which I smiled at. He sounded cute somehow, but I’d never tell him that. I repeated the action over and over again, until he finally rolled out of the bed with a big yawn.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get up” I smiled again.
“Good. Oh, and there’s breakfast in the kitchen if you want to have some. Its omelets, do you like that?” He seemed surprised.
“Uhm, yeah… But that really wasn’t necessary”
“Stop it – you’re my guest, of course you should have breakfast!”
“Oh, okay then” He still seemed surprised and also a bit nervous, but he smiled back at me. And when I left the room, he followed me.
As we sat down on the table, I saw him inhale the scent of food deeply before actually starting to eat it, and he seemed to appreciate the taste a lot. It made me happy to see that – I’m not a good cook and people doesn’t always like the food I make. That was also one of the reasons my grandma was making me dinner when she visited, because she thought I needed some real, healthy food sometimes. I also started to eat the omelets before they got cold, and I thought they tasted good too. I looked at Minho again. He still wore the big shirt which was my father’s, still unbuttoned. Now, I saw that he wasn’t actually that muscular, it was more the fact that he didn’t have any fat at all to cover his muscles that they showed – he was very thin. In contrast to his face, his chest had small scars and markings all over it, the most visible one across his stomach. It was white, around five inches long and maybe half an inch wide. Minho noticed my look, and I saw him smile a bit. I quickly looked away from his scarred body.
“I-I’m sorry for staring, Minho-ah” I excused myself in a haste. He just continued smiling that small smile of his.
“It’s okay, I guess it’s kind of eye-catching” he replied, and I breathed out. Then I shyly looked at him again.
“If I may ask… How did you get those scars? They’re all over your chest and your stomach” I hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me for asking.
Minho just sighed.
“Well, that’s a… Long story” he answered, “and I don’t feel like telling you right now, sorry. It’s not your fault”
I felt confused – suddenly Minho’s expression was very sad, almost alike with his face when he first stood outside my door yesterday. I felt a sudden urge to touch him, to comfort him from whatever it was bothering him. But I resisted – it still didn’t feel right to touch him. I met him just yesterday, so I didn’t know him that well yet. And I didn’t know how he would react if I suddenly took his hand. Maybe he pushed me away? I didn’t want to risk that, because he seemed like such a good, nice person, and I really wanted him as my friend.
“Oh, that’s okay… Don’t worry about it” I smiled instead, trying to put in my comfort in my smile and words instead of touch. Maybe it worked, maybe not, but his expression became softer and his eyes seemed to lose some of their sadness. I was pleased with the change.
After the breakfast was over, both Minho and I put our plates, cutlery and glasses in the sink and then went to our rooms without another word to each other. It was a comfortable silence though, and it didn’t feel awkward at all. We just didn’t have anything to talk about, so why waste time with words?
I undressed, took a quick cold shower to wake me up a bit more, then got my clothes on and dried my hair. After that, I checked my phone for messages. One from my mom – even though it cost a lot to send messages from the states, she still did it to ask if I was alright, if I was lonely and so on. That was exactly what this new message was about. She also said that everything was good with her and dad. I smiles and wrote a long message back, so that she didn’t waste more money on mailing me – I wouldn’t reply anyway. I answered that everything was fine with me too, that grandma had visited two days ago, and that I wasn’t lonely. Not at all, actually. I hesitated, and then wrote that a friend slept over and I didn’t know how long he would stay. I hoped she didn’t find that detail to interesting to reply to my message. I then went out from my room to look how Minho was doing.
I carefully knocked on his – or mine – door, and when I heard a faint “Come in” I opened the door just as carefully.
Minho sat on my – or his – bed, flipping through a paper, looking relaxed. He had found some other clothes then my father’s old ones; now he was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of moss-green jeans. I recognized them as mine, and was surprised that he could wear them. But they were actually a little bit too big for me, so maybe they could fit somewhat well. He looked up as I entered the room, his gaze soft and welcoming. He made a gesture to his outfit.
“I found these… Is it okay if I borrow them for a while?” he asked with a small smile curving his lips. I guess he liked them more than the shirt and the jogging trousers. I nodded and sat down beside him, looking at what he was reading. It was an English paper, one of my parents I guessed, and he seemed to understand everything perfectly.
“Why are you reading the English papers? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but… I find it confusing” I laughed a bit at the end of the sentence. Minho just smiled again.
“I think it’s interesting to read papers and books on other languages – you understand the culture a lot better afterwards” I felt my eyes widen. His words… They were simple, but they seemed so deep somehow. This was the longest sentence I had heard him say, and just as they day before, I suddenly thought I liked his voice.
“Oh… Well, I guess that makes sense” I answered, feeling a bit shy. Minho smiled again, and flipped a page. His eyes read so quickly, I could never have followed in his tempo.
Suddenly, I thought of something.
“Oh! Minho, I know almost nothing about you, you know nothing about me… How about we tell each other something about ourselves?” I asked excitedly. I really wanted to know more about him, and as it was a free day I had hours and hours to spend as I wanted to. Maybe Minho too, but maybe he had something planned this weekend?
I saw that he was going to answer my question, but just as he opened his mouth I cut him off.
“But, maybe you have planned something today?”
Minho smiled at me, I guessed because of my impatience.
“The second question – no, I haven’t got anything planned for today, and the first question – sure, why not?”
He seemed to speak more freely to me now, and I was glad for that. I was afraid I’d been to free in my talking, but apparently he hadn’t minded that.
“Awesome! So, should we like… Do “Truth or Dare” or just ask questions?”
“Okay” I took a deep breathe, before asking, “What’s your full name?”
“Choi Minho. Okay, what’s yours?”
“Lee Taemin. Have you got a girlfriend?”
“No. What about you?”
“Me neither… Oh, what to ask? … Oh! Where do you live?”
I saw Minho shudder a bit at the question, and he seemed to hesitate before answering.
“Well I… have no home really” He laughed nervously and I looked at him, surprised. Had I heard right? Was this boy homeless? Well, that explained some things. Like his skinniness, his hunger, his lack of good clothes and shoes, his dirty appearance and his need of somewhere to sleep in the rain. And the sadness in his eyes…
“Really? You have no home? Where… Where do you sleep then?” I asked nervously. Maybe it was a touchy subject, I didn’t know. Minho bit his lip.
“I often sleep at the basketball court, together with some other homeless boys in my age… Or just on the street” he answered with a strangely nervous voice too. I got shocked. At the streets? In the basketball court?!
“But… How did you get homeless?”
“My parents died in a car accident when I was nine – so ten years ago – and I got to live with my uncle, who wasn’t very nice. When I was fourteen he kicked me out from his house, and since then I’ve been homeless” he answered simply. I was still a bit shocked, so I didn’t came up with anything to say, before Minho sighed heavily.
“Maybe… that’s enough questions for today”
“Yeah… Now, let’s do something fun! What do you want to do?”
It poured down outside my window. Big, heavy drops of water soaking the entire city. Depressing. I never liked rain, it’s so wet and everything gets muddy – unless it’s cold and it freezes. The only time I can like rain, is when it’s soft summer rain, and you sit with a cup of tea inside your house with your family and friends. Right now, it really wasn’t that kind of rain. It was autumn rain, rain that hurt when it hit your bare arms, and to make the whole thing worse the power had gone.
So I sat there by myself, no light, no electricity and no tea. And with the sound of rain smattering outside.
It was starting to get cold. When evening came and the power wasn’t back, I felt I had to do something. The time I’d been sitting by the kitchen window just looking out had felt like years, with nothing to do and no company. I rose from my chair and went out to the living room to light a fire. It would be both warm and spread light, though I lighted some candles in some places in the house.
As soon as the fire was up, I went out to the kitchen again, looking for something to eat in front of it. I found some chips, and I got them into a bowl and took them out to the living room. It was still cold tough, so I decided to go get something warmer to wear.
And so, I sat there, in a warm hoodie, wrapped into a blanket, in front of an open fire eating chips, with no electricity and nothing.
After a while, I started to feel my feet get warmer and warmer. Surprisingly, I hadn’t noticed that I my toes were freezing so much. I moved closer to the fire, sticking out my feet and let the warmth of the flames pour into my body. I started to relax. Of course, I’d been alone at home many times – but the power had never gone. And now, my parents should be away for three weeks. They’d got my grandma to visit me two or three times a week, to check if I was okay and have dinner with me. It was kind of cozy to have my grandma there at those times, but as I imagined her sitting next to me at the fire made me want her there more than ever. I felt lonely.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I looked up, realizing I didn’t see anything in the dark because my eyes had been used to the light of the fire by now. For a second, I thought it was my grandma visiting, or my parents coming home early. Then, I realized, my grandma would have never went out in this weather, and my parents we’re probably asleep in New York by this time. Then who could it be? I didn’t know anyone else who would visit me, as I haven’t got so many friends. And, the friends I have would just like my grandma never visit me in this rain.
My thoughts were interrupted by another knock, this time a bit harder and more desperate-sounding. I went up from my place by the fire – my legs a bit stiff – and went over to open the door, still covered in my blanket. Full of curiosity, I opened.
There, in the rain that was literally splashing down, stood a young man. He seemed to be around three years older than me, so I guessed I could call him that. But I didn’t really know how old he was. He was completely soaked and dripping wet, although he stood under the little roof that covered our door. But as he’d been walking in this weather, what did I expect? He had messy, half-short hair in a dark brown tone and big brown eyes. He seemed tall, but as he stood with his arms wrapped around himself because of the cold and with his back arched, it didn’t seem that way. His lips were blue from cold, and he just wore a white t-shirt and a pair of too big, dark jeans. Through the t-shirt, you could see his muscular chest and arms. He didn’t seem to have any shoes.
The young man looked at me with tired and pleading eyes, and opened his mouth to say something.
“Please, can I come in for just a moment?”
His voice was surprisingly deep, but I liked it. It sounded warm, although he seemed to be everything else then warm at the moment. I nodded and stepped aside to show him in. He bowed and thanked me the slightest bit, but was apparently far too tired to speak more. Not that I cared. I felt bad for him. What did he do, outside in the rain?
I quickly gave him the blanket to wrap around himself, and then I hurried over to the bathroom to find a towel to put on the floor – my parents would kill me if I ruined the floor or the carpets. I laid it in the hall, and he carefully stepped up on it. I didn’t know what else to do.
I looked at him. He seemed lost and sad, and those dark eyes looking around so slowly, inspecting my house. Maybe he needed a wash, or to go to the restroom?
I tried to talk.
“Uhm, the toilet is over there… if you need it… And you’re welcome to take a shower if you want to” I didn’t exactly trust my voice or my words, but he seemed thankful. He bowed again. I saw that his lips started to turn into the slightest shade of pink by now, and I smiled at him. Just a small smile, but anyway. It felt right. And now, it wasn’t so alone anymore. Even in the company of a complete stranger, it felt better than being all alone in the darkness with only the fire to speak to.
The strange boy “slid” across the floor with the towel underneath his feet, toward the bathroom. It looked funny, but the poor light made it hard to see. I realized I didn’t have any candlelight’s in the bathroom, and went to get some. I hurried over to the bathroom, and lightened the candles. I was thankful the young man hadn’t undressed yet – he was just a stranger, and he’d only said a few words to me.
As soon as I heard the water from the shower – over the smattering or rain – I went into my room again, looking for some clothes to let him borrow. He was much bigger than me, so I had to go into my dad’s room and take out some of his clothes. I hoped the boy wouldn’t mind wearing them. Then I went out into the living room, placed the clothes over a chair which a put in front of the fire to warm them up a bit. Then, I went out in the kitchen to look for food – I was sure he was hungry.
When I came out from the kitchen with some sandwiches and milk, he was sitting in front of the fire, already dressed in my dad’s training trousers and shirt. It was odd seeing someone else in those familiar clothes. He had placed the now wet blanket – which he had wrapped around himself while he was still in his soaked clothes – over the chair where the clothes had been. He sat totally quiet in front of the fire, holding out his hands to warm them up. I saw he’d washed his hair too – now it looked a lot lighter and less messy. He had the towel wrapped around his long neck, hanging down over his shoulders. The shirt was unbuttoned, and the water drops on his chest gleamed in the light from the fire and the candles.
I walked up to him, carefully sitting down on my knees beside him. He didn’t seem to notice. I inspected his face once more – now it looked perfectly healthy, no blue lips or pale cheeks, but there were dark circles under his eyes. He seemed very tired.
“Hey, do you want to eat something?” I asked him nervously. He turned to look at me, the smallest of smiles curving his lips.
“Yes… Thank you” he answered with his deep, warm voice. I handed him a glass of milk, and told him to serve himself with the sandwiches. He almost ate it all up – and apologized, but I didn’t care about that. He needed it more than I did. After that, we just sat in silence for a while. Then, he suddenly spoke up.
“Thank you for… letting me in from the rain earlier” He bowed ever so slightly at my direction. I smiled at him.
“No need to say thanks, I mean, should I’ve left you there outside?”
He seemed to think.
“And thank you for… giving me food and clean clothes. I dearly appreciate it” he continued after a while. I enjoyed listening to his voice somehow – it seemed to fit in this situation, with the fire and the raw warmth from the flames.
“Again, no thank you needed. I just did what had to be done. It feels nice to be able to help” I smiled again. It felt right smiling. He smiled back, a bit bigger and less nervously this time. I suddenly remembered I didn’t know what his name was.
“Hey, what’s your name?” I asked, looking at him with my head a bit tilted over. The boy looked back with a hint of surprise in his eyes, before answering.
“Minho… My name is Minho…” he said slowly. I smiled – I liked that name.
“Alright Minho, my name is Taemin” I answered. He smiled back at this; I guess he liked my name just as I liked his. “Oh, and how old are you, Minho?” I continued. He seemed to think again.
“I’m… Nineteen” I felt my eyes widen in surprise. Nineteen? Only one year older than me.
“I’m eighteen, if you want to know!”
It was a moment of stillness before I started the conversation again.
“Now, would you like to borrow a room here over the night? I don’t think you would want to go out there again” I pointed out at the rain, “and your clothes aren’t dry yet. What do you say?”
He seemed to consider it for a while. Then, he nodded. I rose, and so did he and we walked over to my room. I showed the bed to him.
“Here, you can sleep here”
He looked around for a moment, and then looked at me.
“I can’t… This is your room…”
I just smiled.
“I’ll sleep in the guest room. Now, go to sleep”
“No buts!” I laughed, and I saw him smile too.
“Good night” I called when I got out from the room, and just before I closed the door I heard his voice again.
“Good night… Taemin”
Lee Seunghyun (Seungri)
Hans riktiga namn är Seunghyun, men han kallas Seungri dels för att han inte vill blandas ihop med TOP/Lee Seunghyun och för att han gillar namnet Seungri bättre. Han har en tatuering på magen där det står ”Victory” och därför kallas han också för Victory eller VI. Han är med i Taeyang’s gangstergäng. Han är yngst i gänget, och blir då oftast den som får göra saker. Men han är stöddig och arrogant också. När han var yngre kallades han för ”Panda” av vissa. Seungri gillar att sjunga han med. Han bor i Seoul, bredvid G-Dragon. Seungri är en riktig player.
Dong Youngbae (Taeyang)
Liksom Seungri, så kallas han inte för sitt riktiga namn, utan för Taeyang. Hans ”gangsternamn” är SOL, eftersom hans namn betyder just sol, men det är ingen som vågar reta honom för det. Han är extremt vältränad, och det är inte ovanligt att han tar av sig tröjan lite då och då och visar magmusklerna. Han är på andra plats över skolans populäraste killar, men han bryr sig inte så mycket om tjejer. Han är ledaren över ”Last Sunset”-gänget i skolan, vilket innefattar Seungri, han själv och Daesung.
Är en medlem av ”Last Sunset”-gänget. Daesung är en ganska glad kille, men han har en ombytlig personlighet. Sedan han började i Go Sen High har hans personlighet förändrats, och han är nu en av de sex bråkstakarna på skolan. Han dejtar just nu en tjej, men håller det hemligt från resten av gruppen. Daesung kallas också för D-Lite. Han har ett underbart leende och är en god lyssnare. Om man är hans vän kan man gå till honom så fort man har problem, så lyssnar han och hjälper till. Men han avslöjar inte mycket om sig själv.
Still Minho’s POV
Väl framme vid skolan parkerade jag motorcykeln, drog av mig hjälmen och började självsäkert gå mot ingången. Först kollade jag klockan på mobilen. Bra, det var några minuter kvar. Då hann jag träffa mitt gäng bakom skolan först, snacka lite, och komma lagom mycket för sent. Jag hade ett meddelande från Jonghyun såg jag också. Jag öppnade det och läste snabbt innan jag textade tillbaka.
Jjong: Kommer du till skolan idag elr?
Jag: Ja, jag är här utanför nu LIKE A BOSS!”
Han svarade efter ungefär tio sekunder.
Jjong: Okej, ses på baksidan då typ? Ska jag messa TOP och G-Dragon oxå?
Jag: Sure, do that bro. I’ll be there in a minute.
Jag stoppade undan mobilen och såg mig omkring. Jag möttes av de vanliga blickarna från tidigare eller nuvarande mobboffer – sårade, arga, rädda – och de beundrande blickarna från alla tjejer som älskade mig. Jag hindrade ett leende – att hålla ett neutralt ansikte var gangster-regeln nummer ett. Jag gick in i skolan, och ut på andra sidan. Där stod redan mitt gäng och skrattade, lutade mot några trälårar och ett stängsel. Jag vinkade förstrött åt dem. Jonghyun bara höjde handen mot mig, G-Dragon vinkade lite mer entusiastiskt och TOP höjde ett ögonbryn och hade ett leende i mungipan. Som tur var hade inte GD tänt en cigg än – jag tyckte det luktade förskräckligt.
”Yah! Där är du ju, Minho-ah!” ropade Jjong och gick fram till mig. Jag höjde handen till en high five, och fick en också. Jag log mot dem, med en min som sa ”I’m back, bitches”. TOP log fortfarande på sitt speciella vis, drog ena handen genom sitt silvervita hår, medan G-Dragon satte på någon musik i sina hörlurar.
”Så vad gör vi nu?” frågade Jonghyun. Jag ryckte på axlarna.
”Vi väntar tills det har gått ett tag, sedan går vi in till lektionen antar jag” svarade jag lite nonchalant. TOP såg upp på mig.
”Men borde vi inte visa oss för nördarna? Skrämma dem? Det vore kul att göra det” sa han. Hans djupa röst fick det att låta som han småskrattade. Jag log lite.
Vi gick in igen, och reaktionen var omedelbar och tillfredsställande. De flesta av nördarna tystnade, förutom de tre andra bråkstakarna – D-Lite, SOL, och Victory – från vår årskurs, som höjde händerna åt oss och flinade elakt. Vi flinade tillbaka. Egentligen hette de ju inte så – deras riktiga namn var Daesung, Taeyang och Seungri – men de kallades för D-Lite, SOL, och Victory av de flesta. Vi passerade dem och gick i riktning mot utgången.
Precis utanför expeditionen krockade jag med någon. Inte för att något kunde rubba mig, men att någon ens hade vidrört mig som inte var någon av de gangsters vi hade i skolan retade mig. Ville den här personen dö eller?
Jag kollade på den lilla personen framför mig. Det såg ut att vara en tjej – håret var långt, ansiktet var litet och feminint med stora ögon och kroppen var smal och slankt byggd.
”Yah! Se dig för vart du går, lilltjejen!” sa jag. Fast inte så hotfullt som jag brukar – jag trakasserar vanligtvis inte tjejer. Sedan rätade personen på sig och jag fick se ansikte ordentligt. Efter en närmare titt på det insåg jag att det var en kille, och ett grin spred sig över mina läppar. Han såg ut att bli lite rädd, men där fanns också en skymt av ilska i hans stora ögon. Det här skulle bli roligt.
”Men ser man på… Det var visst inte en tjej i alla fall” fortsatte jag.
”Är du säker på det, Minho-ah?” hörde jag Jonghyun’s röst bakom mig, och sedan ljudet av både Jjong’s, TOP’s och GD’s skratt. Killen framför mig verkade nervös, mycket nervös. Han var väl ny. Jag såg på honom igen. Kanske hade jag hittat årets nya mobboffer?
Jag gjorde ett tecken bak mot de andra, visade att vi skulle gå. På vägen förbi killen knuffade jag till honom. Han hade ju trots allt också slagit min bröstkorg, jag fick väl ge igen? Inte för att hans hade känts men…
Jag gick mot utgången. Det fick bli en skolkdag i alla fall.
Choi Seunghyun (TOP)
Seunghyun kallas inte för sitt riktiga namn oftast, utan för TOP (The Official Pimp). Fast det är nästan ingen som vet vad initialerna står för längre. Han bor med sin mamma och sin syster i Seoul, och har känt Jiyong sedan barnsben. TOP har en stor känsla för humor, kanske lite svart och skruvad, men han skämtar mycket med de andra i Minho’s gäng. Fast det är mest med Jiyong – eller G-Dragon som han också kallas – eftersom de känner varandra så väl. Runt sådana han inte känner så väl är han dock ganska reserverad. TOP har haft en crush på G-Dragon ett tag, men skulle aldrig våga säga det till honom. Hans egentliga hårfärg är mörk brun, och han rappar tillsammans med GD på fritiden.
Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon, GD)
Jiyong har väldigt många smeknamn, men det som folk använder mest är G-Dragon eller GD. Detta namn förklaras med att hans namn betyder drake, och han är fött i drakens år enligt den kinesiska kalendern. Andra smeknamn på honom är ”Leader Kwon” (fast det använder ingen längre eftersom det är Minho som är ledaren i gänget), Jiyongie och Sandpaper-Jiyong. Han är, som sagt, med i Choi Minho’s gäng. Han är bästa vän med TOP men kommer bra överens med de andra också. Av de fyra medlemmarna i gänget är hans den gladaste och generellt sett snällaste. Han har varit hemligt förälskad i Seunghyun i en lång tid. Han skriver sånger och sjunger på fritiden, tillsammans med TOP som rappar till låtarna. Han röker, men försöker sluta för att han vill bibehålla sitt utseende.