#heedragon

So no one asked, but I kinda believe that G.D wrote Untitled for S.H. Because in one of his 2017 concerts he said the song was recorded 4 years back. So it was around 2013. This was the year that they separated because up to some point of time in the 1st quarter of 2013, there were still evidences of HD (all the Easter eggs in his comeback album n MVs, identical airport outfits etc). But in 2014 there was almost none and in fact this was the year J*Ko evidences appeared solidly. This is why I believed they broke up in 2013. There are people saying that the song was for K*k*. It certainly is not if based on the timeline that he said be it 2013 or 2014 both cannot be the year that he broke up with K*k* especially when 2014 was the year that he publicly dated K*k* (altho denied) with the "dear k*k*" video surfacing and all.

If you read the translations to Untitled too, the lyrics and all they screamed HD to me. When he said he wanted them to love eo "just like before" as if he's reminiscing the past in which his past is S.H esp 2007-2010 era. When he said he can't believe her when she said "this is the end this is the last time". Probably they had been going through a roller coaster of rship. Broke up and got together again then broke up. And probably 2013 was the year that she has had enough of whatever they were going through and that was what she meant by "this is the last time" of all the cycles. Cuz we all know the rumour concerning K*k* did popped up mildly since 2010-2013. But at the same time HD evidences were also present solidly. Only in 2014 did J*k* kinda went off. I'm not suggesting that he cheated on S.H, nobody knows what really went on but the Untitled lyrics kinda reflect his regrets and grief if he really did some wrongs towards S.H that he couldn't take back or correct...

(don't take me wrong, I respect G.D and I'm still a fan of his works)

Also when S.H and Kim Soohyun's dating rumour blew up in 2015, the news said that they have been dating a year before cuz S.H's neighbours said to have seen KSH visiting her house in yongsan regularly. So they were said to be dating back in 2014. Hence the timeline for when she broke up with G.D and when she hooked up with KSH all matches.

She heard about what happened during the daily phone call. It had been a few days since they last spoke. She was busy filming her new drama while he was off touring in Europe; it was getting harder and harder to keep track of what city he’s in but the geotag in his Snaps (“How old are you? Snapchat is for young people, oppa,” she had teased him when he started his account) always gives her a clue.

“Sohee-ya…” his voice sounded more frail than usual that night. It was actually early morning for her - she had just finished shooting her last scene for the episode and had just arrived in her apartment. Whoever said that being an actress is easier than being an idol clearly has no clue what each profession entails; they are both equally time-consuming and energy-draining, just in different ways.

“Did you call earlier? I’m sorry, I was asleep in the car,” she quickly apologised as she changed into her house slippers and made her way to her bedroom. Her eyes were half-closed at that point and the only guiding mechanism is the muscle memory.

“Yah…” he murmured something unintelligible. This was something that never failed to bring a smile to her face. If normal guys would talk in a high-pitched, baby voice and call it aegyo, Kwon Jiyong’s brand of aegyo is in this undecipherable murmurings.

“Did you just finish a show?” she plopped down on her bed, rubbing her eyes.

“I almost passed out,” his voice was just above a whisper but it  got Sohee’s eyes shooting open and heart stopping.

“WHAT?”

“They said I had a heat stroke,” he continued.

She closed her eyes, trying her best to remain calm but it was not working. “How are you feeling now? Are you okay? Did you eat? Drink more water,” her questions and commands were rapid-fire.

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I did. And I will,” she could hear him smile.

She sighed, buried her head on the pillow further, “Is it your outfit? I told you those leather jackets are a bad idea. The stage gets so hot, especially with all the dancing and lights and everything else.”

“The setlist is just exhausting,” he admitted.

She was tempted to say ‘I told you so,’ given that that was her first comment upon seeing the setlist for the first time. She doesn’t usually like to get involved in his career - he’s G-Dragon after all; the guy knows what he’s doing. But having performed herself, she could relate to a certain level on how exhausting these concerts can be. She voiced her concern when she came to visit during their first concert in Seoul - it was before the concert had started and she had studied the piece of paper pasted on the wall for a few minutes too long when Youngbae sauntered over. “This is tough,” she said. “Yeah, I told Jiyongie that too but everyone agreed this is the best way to do the show,” he said. That was the same thing that Jiyong told her when she talked to him about it that night. She knew how much of a perfectionist he is and it was futile to fight him on it.

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” she asked, moving to her side as  she stared at the empty spot next to her.

She heard some rustling before he answered, “I’m trying to. But I want to talk to you.”

“Well now you’ve talked to me. Will you sleep?”

“Hmmm… I want to chat for a bit longer. How was filming today?” he asked but she could hear him close his eyes and settle in the bed.

“We filmed a lot of kissing scenes today,” she answered carefully, “You’re not mad, right?”

“Hmmm… I’m too tired to get mad now. I’ll pout and sulk tomorrow instead.”

She laughed.

“Good. Then I’ll get mad about your setlist and outfit tomorrow too,” she smiled.

“I’ll ask Youngbae to hold onto my phone then,” he slurred.

“Really? Then I’ll just talk to Youngbae. He doesn’t mind that I do kissing scenes,” she teased him.

“It’s because he’s not dating you.”

She laughed quietly.

“Will you send me snaps of Seungri sleeping again? The stylist and coordi at the set is a fan of him,” she asked.

“Sure…” his voice faded.

“Sleep tight,” she whispered before falling into slumber herself.

When he woke up the next day, she had sent him a string of photos of Seo Kang Joon kneeling in apology and a bowl of samgyetang with the caption: “I apologise for my behavior.”

Note: So one of my favourite fanfiction writer in another, completely non-Kpop fandom did a series of drabbles following a list of one hundred ways to say I love you. Each drabble is short and sweet, so I want to do the same for Heedragon. I’m picking a few numbers at a time but if you want to request for certain numbers, feel free to do so!

Title: Sweet & Easy

1. Pull over, let me drive for a while

It was 01:00 AM when Sohee was jolted awake by some unknown force that caused her to sit up straight. It took her a while before she could fully take in her surroundings. The road was now empty and the music was playing silently in the background. She looked to her left to see Jiyong, both hands on the steering wheel and eyes focused on the road, blinking one too many times.

"How long have I been out for?" she asked gently. He turned to her with the gentlest smile and answered, "Just an hour."

"G-d, I'm so sorry," she shook her head, "I went to Daegu so that you don't have to make the drive back on your own and here I was, falling asleep."

He laughed, "It's alright. I didn't know the track meet was gonna end so late too. We shouldn't have stayed for the after party." She chuckled, trying to ignore how much she loves hearing him say 'we' in reference to them. Like they're a unit.

They sat in a few more moments of comfortable silence when Sohee noticed Jiyong's grip of the steering wheel becoming tighter, a sign of him fighting for concentration.

"Pull over, let me drive for a while," she finally said. He looked like he was going to argue but he realised that it was no use. This is how he knew that they're a unit - he doesn't need to hide his exhaustion or weakness in front of her. He doesn't need to pretend or to act like something else. He can just be himself and that moment, he was grateful to hear her offer.

"Thank you," he softly whispered before he fell asleep on the passenger seat.

10. I'm sorry for your loss.

It happened without notice - no warning signs, no onset illness, no nothing. She was completely fine one day and the next, she was gone. Sohee was on her way to organic chemistry class when she received the phone call, and the world seemed to stop spinning when she heard her dad's stuttered words and breathless whispers. "She's... she's gone..." he uttered before Sohee lost all power on her legs and collapsed on the ground. A few people in her surroundings that recognised her immediately ran to her aid and got her where she needed to be: by her dad and sister.

She didn't speak much - she couldn't. She didn't know how to verbalise her emotions. When Krystal arrived, huffing and puffing with Minhyuk trailing close behind her, she thought that she could maybe let all of her emotions go in her best friend's embrace but she remained speechless. All she could do was lean into Krystal's embrace and let herself shed some tears. The days that followed went by in a blur. Her sister and dad were too emotional to talk to the relatives and visitors, so Sohee took on the job. While her dad was sitting quietly with her sister asleep from too much crying, Sohee was walking around the funeral home to answer questions and accept condolences from everyone. She couldn't count how many times she had bowed and nodded and smiled. It's a punishing form of distraction as it didn't allow her any time to grief but it also constantly reminded her of what she needed to face eventually. Regardless, she welcomes the distraction. Right now, she needed to be the pillar of their family.

The third day was winding down with relatives returning to their hometowns and only a few close friends around. Krystal was speaking to the funeral home staff who was cleaning up the area while Minhyuk was talking to the caterer on the phone. So she stretched out her leg on the corner of the room, letting her shoulders slumped. She surveyed her surroundings before her eyes landed on the picture of her mom, sitting atop a collection of flowers. "I'm doing a good job, right?" she asked quietly.

"Hey..." Minhyuk walked quietly to her with a phone in his outstretched hand, "It's for you." She looked up at him quizzically for a moment before taking the phone.

"I'm sorry for your loss..." a voice on the other side spoke softly, and it acted like a switch to the dam because Sohee found herself sobbing and taking in the full depth of her emotions.

Krystal ran over, alarmed by the sound of her heaving sobs but was pulled away by a knowing Minhyuk who later explained the situation to Sohee's dad and sister.

"I'm sorry..." that voice repeated again, the pain palpable, "I... I'm sorry..." he repeated again.

Sohee let herself cry for hours, her ears pressed to Minhyuk's phone and her hand clutching the device like it's her lifeline. She didn't know that she needed to hear his voice until she did. He didn't say nothing more than those two words over and over again, and it was enough. It was more than enough.

It was only later that Minhyuk told her that Jiyong had been trying to reach her for the past three days. Krystal had apparently blocked Jiyong's number when he left Sohee for New York (bless her soul), and Jiyong finally got a hold of Minhyuk after a series of long phonecalls with Minhyuk's acquiantances. "He said he wanted to fly here but he couldn't get a flight because of the hurricance in New York," Minhyuk explained, making Sohee smile a bitter smile.

16. It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway.

It was not unusual for Sohee to stay late at the office. Her work as a R & D for a pharmaceutical company meant that upon deadlines, she and her team would have to work through the night on a batch of formula to cure whatever illness they have on hand. Being the workaholic and perfectionist that she is, it's customary for her to be last one to be at the office. It normally doesn't faze her - being in the office on her own until the crack of dawn, but a few muggings have been reported in the area lately and Sohee couldn't help but to feel anxious.

The clock on the computer showed 01:45 AM and the lab is empty. She just needs to print the report that she just completed and put it on her boss's desk before she could leave, but the eerie quietness was getting to her. So she grabbed her phone and dialed Jiyong's number.

"Did I wake you?" she asked when he answered the phone without a noise. She heard the sound of him clearing his throat, "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway. Where are you?" he asked in turn.

"At the lab. I'm kind of terrified of walking to my car since no one's around," she answered truthfully as she balanced the phone with her shoulder, grabbing her bag at the same time as she tries to open the lab door with her key card. "Do you want me to pick you up?" he asked without skipping a beat. She laughed, "No. I'm just being a scaredy cat," she answered sheepishly.

"Honeeeeeeeeey..." Jiyong screamed from the front door. He's tightening the tie on his dress shirt, glancing towards the hallway. He could hear the sound of various doors and cupboards being opened and closed before Sohee appeared. "We're going to be very late," Jiyong sternly reminded her as she grabbed her gym bag that was on the floor. "I know... I know..." she answered, sounding annoyed, as she rummaged through the content of the bag. The once rapid tapping of his foot slowed down as he stifled a laugh at the sight before him: his gorgeous wife wearing a show stopping pale blue dress, crouched on the floor over her gym bag like a cat going throw the garbage bin, hands clawing in and out in a disorderly motion.

"What'cha doin?" he asked, squatting next to her.

She dumped the contents of the whole bag on the floor when a particularly loud thud of metal hitting their hardwood floor had her lunging for the source of that sound. "Aha!" she exclaimed triumphantly, holding up what looked like a ring up in the air. She turned to face him and grinned apologetically, "I--"

"You lost it again," he finished her sentence, grabbing the ring and gently sliding it into her ring finger.

"How mad are you? From the scale of losing the cross country championship in high school to missing fifteen minutes of the NBA finals because of traffic?" There was a hint of playfulness to mask the guilt in her voice.

"Umm..." he pretended to think and maintained a stern expression as he stood up straight, "It's hard to say. Somewhere between you not wanting to marathon Stranger Things with me and you eating all of the Magnolia's cupcakes," he pulled her up to standing and planted a kiss on her temple.

She sighed, grabbing her purse from the counter, "You see why I don't want to have an expensive wedding ring, right? I lose it too often."

"Why do you keep taking it off?" he asked as they make their way down the hall.

She pressed the garage floor number on the elevator, "It's uncomfortable to have gloves over the ring, especially having the rock protrudes."

"Wait... are you complaining about the size of the diamond on your wedding ring?" he clarified, amused and baffled at the same time.

"It's not that I hate it. I love the ring - it's gorgeous. It's just... troublesome?" she bit her lips, a sign of her worrying about hurting his feelings.

He laughed, "How about I buy you a different ring? A smaller one--"

"A cheaper one," she piped up.

"Fine, a cheaper one--" he paused for emphasis, "That you can use everyday. That way you don't need to take your rings off and look like you're single when you're at work."

She rolled her eyes, "Is that really a cause for concern? People not knowing that I'm married? Don't you think the giant wedding that you parents threw for us and the magazine spreads did a good enough job at making sure everyone in the entirety of South Korea know that I'm married to you?"

He chuckled, "Better be safe than sorry, babe."

"You are a piece of work, Kwon Jiyong," she shook her head lovingly.