That lunch with them was one of the most nerve racking moments of my life, regardless of the fact that I had spent at least 15 hours with them talking basically non stop I was nervous to be stuck in a private dinning from with them for only an hour. But my nerves were put away when they boys handled most of the conversation, asking me questions, telling their own stories, creating an amazingly playful atmosphere. By the end of it I have never been so comfortable with a group of people in my life. But the mood is ruined when manager unni tells them they should get to the studio to record a new song.

“I don’t want to go!” Seungri whines from across the table. Tae is sitting across from me with Dae on his left and Seungri on his right while GD and Top are on either side of me. “Can’t Charlie come with us?”

“No,” The rest of the group snaps in unison. I feel a little rejected by their stern response.

“She needs to go home and sleep,” GD finishes with a small smile in my direction.

“She can sleep at the studio on the couch, we do it all the time.” They all look to me, and though they wouldn’t admit it, they all want me to say yes.

With a yawn I say, “Fine.” They all smile, except for Seungri who seems to be over the moon. When it’s time to pay the bill a fight begins, who is going to pay for mine, because me paying for my own is apparently out of the question. I’m not surprised when Top wins and finally leads the way out of the restaurant. We quickly hop into GD’s car that he had parked in the back area. The only problem now is that his car only sits five. After a few minutes of trying to figure out the seating arrangement, mostly filled with Seungri whining that he wants me to sit in his lap and Tae hitting him for being such a ert, we decide that I will sit on Top’s lap, much to s’ surprise.

The ride to YG isn’t really awkward but in a way it is. All of them seem way too focused on Top and I. We go the spot next to the window behind GD, who is in the driver’s seat. I’m sitting on the edge of Top’s lap, my hands are gripping GD’s chair so I don’t move too much, not wanting to make Top feel awkward. He’s anything but with his arms wrapped securely around my waist for safety. GD’s hand flies up to one of mine that are resting near his shoulders, and Top’s arms hold me tighter when the car in front of us breaks hard making us all lurch forward.

“Are you okay?