[A/N: this is my first time writing a fanfic story. its not that well written. give me time. i don't know who's gonna find this blog and read this. so if i do have a reader, i'd appreciate comments or constructive criticisms. Thanks for reading! :)]

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Have you ever wondered why Kwon Ji Yong’s favourite colour is yellow? Because its the colour of his muse.

The weather mirrored his feelings. Dark, gloomy, bleak. The others avoided him today. Guess they sensed the black aura that surrounded him. The boss has been asking a lot out of him and the others lately. He’s been composing new songs and producing the album for the upcoming female group in YG, helping out in Uhm Jung Hwa’s new mini album and preparing for Seungri’s solo while they’ve been performing on TV shows and appearing on variety programmes. They come home so late at night that the moment their heads hit the pillow, they’re off to dreamland.

But he can’t sleep. He has to think of new songs and make more record-breaking chart-topping songs. All these responsibilities are wearing him thin, literally. The music keeps him awake but exhaustion and lack of inspiration has affected his creativity.

It’s been two months. Two months of sitting in his room till early morning trying to come up with new beats, new style, new lyrics, new ways to reach even more people. But all he has are white empty papers and a deep desperation to fill those papers with notes and sentences that will capture the hearts and souls of its listeners.

Sigh. This room is getting to small. I need a breather.
The wind’s not blowing that strongly today, just a soft autumn breeze. Good way to clear his mind and find inspiration. He didn’t see her at first. A white handkerchief blew into his view and he caught it. Then he heard a voice, a girl’s voice.

Now, now, don’t cry. You will heal just fine and I’ll tell you why.
He saw her whispering something into the little boy’s ear. Immediately a big grin replaced his tears and she took the yellow flower that was tucked behind her ear and placed it into his hands.

As he was watching her, the dark clouds parted and a ray of sunlight managed to break through. Filtered by the leaves on the tree, the light seemed to illuminate her, shading her white cotton dress into a beautiful pale yellow and causing the sequins at the end of her dress to glitter like stars in the night sky. The sunlight highlighted her shoulder length hair showing off her rich dark brown hair which normally would go unnoticed.

She carried the little boy to a nearby bench and started to tend to his hurt knee. He could have sworn the sunlight followed her. It bathed her in its light. Surrounding her, the sunlight shone upon her like a spotlight making her stand out on this dark gloomy evening.

She didn’t even care that the boy was leaving mud stains on her perfectly white dress. I would have.
A woman ran pass him.

She must be the little boy’s mother.
She took the little boy into her arms and thanked the girl profusely. The girl just gave a smile and waved goodbye as mother and son walked away.

He looked at the handkerchief in his hands.

It must be hers.
He looked up, wanting to return the handkerchief to her.

Where is she? Where did she go?
His phone rang. Twinkle, twinkle. You, who shine are my only lady.
Yea? Okay, I’m on my way back.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll bump into her some other day and return this to her.
He pocketed her handkerchief and walked back home. It wasn’t until that night that he remembered that her handkerchief was still in his pocket. He remembered thinking he saw her while he was having dinner outside with Taeyang and Daesung but he wasn’t sure because the girl he saw was wearing a yellow dress instead.

As he was looking at the handkerchief, he saw a small initial at the right hand corner of the handkerchief, the letter ‘J’ sewn in yellow thread. The wind suddenly blew and he caught a whiff of a different kind of scent. It reminded him of spring, of yellow daffodils blooming on the open grass. It reminded him of her. He brought the handkerchief to his nose, sniffed and realized the scent came from it.

I remember the way she smiled when the little boy gave her another yellow flower he picked to replace the one she gave to him. It was as if they shared a secret only they knew. I remember the way she brushed at the mud stains on her dress only to realize they won’t come off. She just shrugged to herself and fixed the flower so that it’ll stay behind her ear. I also remember how the sunlight continued to shine upon her as she sat there on the bench, closing her eyes and swaying to some song she was humming to herself.

The autumn wind had blown and had carried bits of her humming to him. A tune he had forgotten until now. He picked up his pen and started writing, filling up the white empty papers before the melody leave him again.

Till now, all he has to do is look at the yellow daffodils he had planted on the windowsill of his room and another tune will play in his head. He calls her his muse. If the flowers don't work, her hadkerchief does the trick. Words fill his head, most of them reminding him of her. And when he sees a girl dressed in yellow, he wonders when he will see her again.