Oh my god, finally!!! It has taken me it seems forever to upload this. But it's finally here. 

FINALLY!!!

 A sleek, jet black sports motorcycle came to a screeching halt outside the YG building. The rider pulled off their helmet and turned the bike off. The automatic doors slid back as the person approached and walked in. Leather soles squeaking against the floor, the buckles of the boots clinking with each step.

   The bright, young receptionist looked up and smiled at the guest. "Annyeonghaseyo. May I help you?"

   The guest smirked and pulled a badge out of their pocket, presenting it proudly. "It's my first day. Where's Hyun Suk sunbae?"

   The receptionist nodded and stood up. "I'll show you to him. Right this way." She stepped out from behind the huge desk and led the way, her tall black heels clicking down the hall.

   "Boys," YG called out as Big Bang paused their practice for a water break. They all gathered around their boss while gushing water. "We have a new head stylist on board. Your old one just didn't...work out." She actually quit to start a family, but YG didn't want to admit that. "She'll be starting today, taking your measurements for the new music video and taking a tour of the building. Treat her well and show respect. She is your noona."

   The gang nodded. Ji Yong walked up to Seungri and elbowed him. "I hope she's prettier than our last stylist."

   Seungri grinned. "And nicer too. The old stylist always smacked me every time I moved when getting measurements. Even if I sneezed."

   Daesung listened in on the conversation and jumped in. "She was evil." They all snickered as the door creaked open and the front desk receptionist walked in with a friendly smile.

   "Yang Hyun Suk-shi, the new head stylist has arrived." She stepped out of the way and a small, short blonde haired woman stepped in and bowed.

   YG smiled and walked over to her. "Welcome, come in. Introduce yourself to them." He patted her shoulder in a friendly way.

   "Annyeonghaseyo, Mango imnida." She said with another small bow. There was a hint of a smile on her face, but not even that could help soften her appearance up a bit. The two tiny piercings just at the corners of her upper lip, her stretched earlobes with quarter sized metal plugs, her many tattoos revealed on her arms and chest, platinum pixie cut hair, and black, worn out leather boots with buckles and spikes made the tiny stylist look intimidating, to say the least.

   The group of males stared for a few seconds, but smiled and bowed back. "Annyeonghaseyo."

   "Do you want to get started on measurements?" YG asked Mango.

   She shrugged. "If that's ideal. I kind of want to get it out of the way so I can get started on ordering the clothes. I already know the style and theme in which I want to go for the song."

   YG nodded in amusement. "Already? I like overachievers. Let me get you some measuring tape-"

   "No need," Mango reached into the brown leather satchel hanging on her hip and pulled out a long yellow strip of measuring tape, a pad, and a pen. "I always come prepared." She smirked and straightened the rolled up tape. 

   Falling to her knees, Mango places the tip of the tape on the floor and stands with the rest. "If you could just step lightly on the metal tip, that would help." She didn't even know who she was talking to until she looked up to see TOP towering over her. She blinked at his very tall stature compared to her. 

   "Like this?" Mango looked down. TOP stepped down lightly on the metal tip of the measuring tape with the toe of his shoe.

   She looked back up at him. The tape only went up to his chest. "Nevermind.... I'll be needing my extra long tape. I'll come back for you later." She patted his chest awkwardly and went on to the next person.

   Mango squatted down and made Taeyang do the same thing. "You're the shortest, right?"

   Taeyang couldn't help but let out an abrupt chuckle at her bluntness. "I guess. Does that make it easier for you?"

   She shrugged, measuring his waist. "All of you are like skyscrapers compared to me. None of you make it easy." She said monotonously. "I'm going to measure your girth now, meaning this is going to basically be flossing your junk. I trust you're mature enough to not giggle when my hand passes through that area?"

   Taeyang wanted to giggle just by her telling him that. "I won't...giggle." He promised with a tiny smile of amusement on his face.

   Mango passed the tape under his crotch and met it at his shoulder. "Good boy." 

   Once she was done with him, she moved on to Seungri. Seeing as he's the maknae, she hoped he wouldn't give her any problems. Taking one end of the tape, she wrapped it around his chest, having to get really close to him in order to grab the other end to wrap it snugly around his chest.

   "Hey, you smell good." Seungri blatantly told her.

   Mango looked up at him and raised a thin, perfectly arched eyebrow. "I smell good?" She turned her head and sniffed her shoulder. She smelled like herself. And what was he doing smelling her to begin with? 

   "Yeah. You smell fruity and girly. I like it. I've been around guy sweat all day, so it's a nice change." Seungri smiled like it wasn't a creepy compliment at all to a person he just met.

   "Um," Mango dropped the tape and wrote down the number. "Thank you.... You smell like...man sweat." She dropped to her knees and straightened out the tape. "I'm going to measure your now."

   As she measured the area, Seungri couldn't help but crack a laugh. He was, after all, the immature maknae of the group. Mango rolled her eyes and dropped the tape to write down measurement. "Oh the hilarity of it all." She said sarcastically and stood.

   Once she got all of the member's measurements, she put her equipment away back in her bag. "Alright, done. I have all your measurements, except for TOP's..." She turned to YG.

   "That's fine. What will you be doing tomorrow?" YG asked.

   "Ordering the clothes and fabrics needed to put the looks together. I'll be at home most of the time. They're just having studio practices for now, right? I think it would be ideal for TOP to swing by my place for a few minutes so I can take his measures." Mango started writing down her address on a piece of paper.

   "That's fine." YG turned to TOP. "You'll be going over to Mango's house tomorrow during practice while the others stay here."

   Mango handed TOP the piece of paper, in a straight line. "Come around noonish. No early, no later."

   TOP took the piece of paper with a nod. "Gotcha." Truth was, he was a little intimidated to be going over to her house. She seemed pretty scary, he didn't want to be with her alone.

   "Get Min-Hee to show you around. She's nice and friendly." YG said with a smile, referring to the receptionist that showed Mango to him.

   "So she appears to be..." Mango murmured and slipped out of the practice room.

   The next day, at noon, TOP arrived at the address given to him by the stylist. It was a run down old building with a quaint little, family owned cafe on ground level. But walking up closer, he found a staircase, and a button and speaker on the wall. He pressed it, jumping slightly at the tiny shrill noise it made. 

   In a few seconds, the speaker made a static noise. "Come up, the door's open." TOP did as he was told and followed the narrow staircase up.

   He stepped inside, leaving his shoes on the side where a couple other pairs of Mango's shoes sat. Taking a few steps more, he took in his surroundings. It was quite big for one person living there. At least, he thought only one person lived here. 

   It was very clean and neat inside, nothing like the outside of the building. It was dimly lit, only the help of one slender window near a bookshelf in the living room helped TOP to actually see. All the other windows were covered by black out curtains. There were odd paintings hung about on the white brick walls. Clear orange bottles of pills with white labels on them were scattered on the counter that opened up to the kitchen.

   TOP furrowed his brow in speculation. Just as he was about to pick one of the bottles of medication up and read the label, he heard a clashing sound come from the back of the loft.

   "!" Mango came stumbling out of the back room, running her fingers through her hair. She turned, huffing a sigh, and blinked at TOP. "Oh, right, you're here. Did you wait for long?"

   TOP shook his head. "No, I just-" 

   Before he could finish the sentence, a low bark came from the room Mango stepped out of. Suddenly, a large, stocky, wrinkly, grey beast comes barreling past the door and locks target on TOP.

   "Oh sh-!" He tried turning away and running out, but the gargantuan leaped into the air, front paws slamming into his chest, almost knocking the breath out of TOP. Losing balance, he topples over and lands square on his back. He grunted when he hit the floor, looking up at the ceiling as the grey beast circles him before taking a squat right next to his head.

   Mango gasped and ran over, grabbing it by the thick, black, studded collar. "Miso no! Bad, bad boy!" She smacked its nose and it lowered its head in shame. "Are you ok? I'm so sorry. I totally forgot he doesn't like men. I should've shut the door quicker." She walked over and held her hand out.

   It took TOP a moment to respond, but eventually he took her hand and rolled himself back up to standing. "Yeah, I'm good. That just..." He took a deep breath in. "Kind of took the wind out of me."

   Mango bit her lip in apprehension. "He does weigh about seventy kilograms..."

   TOP's eyes widened at the fact. "That's more than I weigh! What the hell is it?!"

   Mango gasped in offence. "He is a Neapolitan Mastiff! Nine months; he's still a puppy, you pansy." She knelt down and put her arms around the dog's thick wrinkled neck. He returned the affection by slapping her cheek with his wide, flat tongue; saliva dripping from his chops.