You and Ji-yong were once extremely close—closer than mere friends. You were there for him through the dull, bleak, and broken moments of life, as well as the warm, happy ones. Eventually, Ji-yong and you dated in secret for about two years, which means you held the title of “G-Dragon’s girlfriend” or “Kwon Ji-yong’s girlfriend” for two years, but the number of years you stood by his side was far longer—much longer. After those two years, he broke up with you, saying he had found new happiness. No matter how much you begged and pleaded, he ignored you, coldly stepping over the memories you two once shared. He said it was the past, and he wanted to let go of the past to move on to a better future.

“Are you really just going to leave like this? Step on our memories just to move forward?” you said, when your tears had completely run dry, when your pleas had become hopeless. That sentence was the final thread between you and him.

“That’s enough. Don’t say anything more. From now on, we’re just colleagues. Pretend nothing ever happened.” he said, with a disturbingly calm expression. But you knew—in that very moment—your heart had shattered, and the only thing you could do was try to patch it up with comforting thoughts.

Time passed, and he started seeing a new girl—a Japanese girl. She seemed like his ideal type. For the first time, you saw Ji-yong chase after someone with such determination. He waited in front of her house, confessing his feelings under the rain for five hours. He was stubborn and deeply in love with her to the point that she had to give him a fake address just to stop him from bothering her. That same day, you were at the recording studio, having just finished recording a new track for your group. You noticed Ji-yong was neither at the company nor at home, according to a message from Taeyang. He only casually mentioned your ex-boyfriend’s absence during your conversation, but even that little bit of information was enough to make you anxious and uneasy. You left the company, grabbed a large umbrella, and walked out into the pouring rain to search for him. Taeyang said Ji-yong might be at the girl's house. The thought stung a little, but your feet carried you to the fake address she had given Ji-yong, hoping he was safe and okay. When you arrived, your heart raced—and then clenched tightly, as if someone were crushing it in their hands. In front of you stood Ji-yong, under the rain, expressing his feelings to the girl—so sweetly and persistently. You walked toward him, unable to bear seeing him suffer like that. You held the umbrella over him, looked at him, trying hard to hide the deep love you still had for him—a love that had never faded.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” your voice trembled, your hand clenched tightly around the umbrella. Your eyes glanced up at the house, silent and unmoved. You knew this was a fake address—because you had spoken with the girl before, and she had told you she lived somewhere completely different. You were furious. The ache in your chest felt like a wild fire that couldn’t be extinguished as you grabbed Ji-yong’s hand.

“You were tricked, Ji-yong. This isn’t her house! I’m begging you, you’ve been standing in the rain for five hours already!” you practically screamed in desperation. He looked at you, emotionless.

“What? A fake address?” He finally turned to you. He still looked like the Ji-yong you had loved—but more worn out. How could you just stand by and watch him suffer like this?

“Yes. Don’t believe me? I’ll call her right now, pretend to ask for her home address, and you’ll see how she answers. Then, please, believe me. Let me take you home.”

A few minutes later, you really did call her, and what she said confirmed everything you had told him. Ji-yong stared at the ground, devastated. You simply placed a hand on his shoulder, pulled him close under the umbrella, You didn’t care that you were soaked to the bone. You were detemined not to let a single drop of rain touch him anymore. You didn't want anyone to hurt your Ji-yong ever again.