I am thankful for Korean formalities.    The last few days may have been difficult, but they were also calm and it was something I appreciated a lot. Normally, I can be as energetic as a puppy who see’s their owner return from a long day, without pissing myself of course, but with everything going on, being my usual self, felt tiring and forced. I never realized just how tiring I was. Right now I was at peace with keeping myself balanced.    But minutes before meeting the boy group, I was nervous. After the meeting with PD-Nim (the name he preferred to Mr. Park and choose after he jokingly asked me to call him oppa and I, without realizing at the time, bluntly told him he could be my father’s age), he made plans to have me meet the boys I would be spending the next month with. As we walked to the studio they were in, he began to talk about them. They were good kids, crazy as young adults can be and hungry for music. Upon hearing the crazy part, I grew anxious. I didn’t expect talking-to-the-wall or talking-to-shoe crazy, but I had completely forgotten that I myself, prior to the deaths, had the drive of a race car.    It had been calming these past few days, but as PD-Nim had said, these were still young kids, some were even teens. I wasn’t too sure I was ready for that much energy or excitement.    So again, I am thankful for Korean formalities.    When we entered the room, 7 young men stood up to greet us. They had on casual clothes, but the ones that can pass as one would call business casual. Sort of what I was accustomed to. They were all taller and I assumed also younger. They all bowed out of respect, which I returned before PD-Nim introduced us formally.    “Boys, this is Lee Min Young, Min this is….” He motioned to the young man with auburn hair and sharp eyes. The young man nodded and the rest of the boys straightened up. “Come and get it…” I watched them curiously as they made a sign with their hands and bow, each of them saying “Got7”. After that, they bowed and introduced themselves, “Hello, we are Got7”    This wasn’t my first meeting with a k-pop group and I had witnessed their greetings, so it wasn’t strange seeing them do this. I always was a bit envious. They had this whole routine to get others to remember them by, while all I could say when I was starting out was “Hi, I’m Min”, which isn’t so memorable. Fortunately, I was blessed with my father’s amiable trait that made me somewhat interesting. Things are always difficult in the beginning.    I smiled and bowed again, “It’s very nice to meet you. Can I get your names?” I asked them in Korean and hoped that it wasn’t as rusty as I thought it would be. I assumed that the one who had begun the introduction was the leader and looked at him when I asked.    “I’m Im Jaebum, JB, and the leader of the group” His deep voice matched his stern face, but the small smile he gave me after his introduction completely washed away the unfriendliness. I bowed when he did, then looked at the pretty faced boy with the blonde hair next to him. “I’m Mark Tuan” He introduced himself in English, “Nice to meet you,” I said, keeping my polite smile on, then turned to the next boy. He was taller than JB and Mark and had a mature looking face, but his big smile on his face made him look like an innocent baby. “I’m Kim Yugyeom and I’m really happy to meet you” I chuckled at his cheerful tone, “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you as well” I smiled at the last boy of the line and was a bit taken back by how he bowed 90 degrees. “Choi Youngjae” “Hi” I awkwardly bowed back at his overly polite introduction but gave him a reassuring smile. After he smiled back, I then turned to back to the member next to JB. He was a handsome platinum blonde with bright eyes, “I’m Jackson Wang, I’m a big fan” he answered me in English and for some reason, it seemed familiar. I smiled at him as I turned to the next one. He tall as well, but had an adorable face with chubby cheeks and I wouldn’t be surprised if he were the youngest of the group. “Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but you can call me Bambam, Noona” Jackson elbowed him, “You can’t call her Noona, you need to ask if that’s okay first” Before Jackson spoke I had hoped that no one had seen me flinch at what Bambam had called me, but when I heard Jackson say “okay” I realized that his voice matched the one I heard in the cafeteria, the one that had asked me if I was okay.    Upon realizing that I slowly turned to the last boy, who was staring right at me with concern eyes and it was the same Prince-like boy who had given me my coffee. When he noticed I was staring at him, he bowed, “I’m Jin Young Park, Jr.” “Jr.,” I repeated his name, then looked away from him when he straightened up. My brain began to put two and two together. “And JB” I looked at JB and furrowed my eyebrows, “JJ Project?” JB widened his eyes and glanced at Jr. “Yeah” I smiled, but in triumph that I had fi