BIGBANG is getting ready for their comeback and fans' expectations are through the roof. YG has already disappointed with an excrutiatingly long wait. The poor guys keep singing 'Fantastic Baby' at the MAMA awards every year. It's really not YG's fault; it's Jiyong's. He's a perfectionist with no end. They've recorded at least fourty songs and Teddy, Choice37, Jiyong, and I have written rough drafts and early verses, but Jiyong is insatiable. He wants to make the wait worthwhile so every track needs to be perfect or it'll be added to the endless stack of demos. I grab a snack from the cafeteria and head up to the studio to meet Teddy and Jiyong for a writing session. I have to admit my heart is racing and my cheeks feel flushed just from thinking about seeing Jiyong again. A small part of me loves being able to be so close to him. It sends a thrill down my body. Sheepishly, I think about the fact that our hands might touch. Ugh, who am I turning into? It feels like trainee days. 

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"I really like this," Jiyong exhales. 

"You do?" I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. A smile escapes me and my subconscious rolls her eyes. Do not fall for his charm, again. 

"Yes, I love this. I love the sound and I think the fans will love it." Wow, I like the sound of that. I don't say anything and turn back to my notebook. The lyrics are in display and red dashes and scribbles mark the pages. I pick up my pen and get lost in the words. I can almost hear the melody. This comeback is going to be so good. The fans are not ready to hear this side of BIGBANG. I feel proud of them. I feel proud of him. He's worked so hard and he even cancelled his vacation days to stay in the studio. Absentmindedly, I turn to look at him and grin at the man he's become. He grew from a little boy with a dream to a man who is