Here you are, 5:31am. You haven’t slept. Yet, today should be one of the happiest days of your life: it’s your 21^st birthday. A lot of things have been going on in your life. You started writing a novel out of the nowhere about things that will never happen and started to think about what will you do after you graduate from your MBA in Italy.

You’ve spent your entire life travelling. At first was because of your parents’ job. You were thankful that your family had always enough money to make a living each time you father's company sent him to a new country and you and your mom just to follow. You got the chance to learn new languages, to meet new people, and you’ve learn millions of things. You’re grateful that you’ve got the chance to live in different countries because, a new city, meant new possible friends. You've learnt what type of person teenagers like, being a teenager yourself. So, each time you would meet a new group of kids, you would try to act cool... Yet, after you had enough confidence in them, you just became yourself again (thing that sometimes made them leave). Nowdays, you’re not one of these people that care about losing friends for new ones… You love the feeling of being the mysterious girl that speaks more than 7 languages and that really knows what’s going on in these world.

Yet, you decided to come back to the first country in which you had spent you childhood years to study in the best university of Milan, and in the world. Your parents have never sold the apartment in which you all lived once, they just couldn’t do it. The reason behind it? Your mom. The house was designed by her. Every single angle, every single door and, even, the fabric of the blankets were chosen by her. Everything had a special meaning for her. 

“I should sleep at least one hour…” you know that it’s not going to happen. You stand up, go to the bathroom, pee, brush your teeth, go to the living room turn on the TV and you just lay on the big white leather couch.

Sailor Moon is been broadcasted. You laugh. The funny fact about Sailor Moon is that you, at first, hated that anime… You couldn’t stand her voice or even the plot of the story… But then: college. You studied in Argentina. You were astonished about the love that young adults, like you, had towards Asian stuff. You remember watching Hamtaro, Lupin, Detective Conan (on who you had a terrible crush on…) when you were young after coming back home from kindergarden. Back in the day, they were just cartoons that you enjoyed watching. Yet, the older you got and within college, you've learnt to analyze things. Watching Japanese anime wasn't just a relaxing and funny experience, watching their "art" meant to discover their most hiden fantasies, and things that in real life are not acceptable in that uthopic country.

3, it’s the number of birthday that you’ve sent without your parents because you’ve chosen to study abroad and this is the third time. When you were little, EVERY single birthday was just you and your parents.Not because you had no friends, but because your birthday was during holiday. You always asked them to take you out for lunch to a Chinese restaurant that, then, closed under unknown circumstances. Yet, that memory of you and your parents smiling at each other eating the red dragon cake, always echoes in your mind. You smile.

You go to the kitchen, grab a cup of cereal and milk and you just have breakfast. You go to your bedroom, grab the phone and sit on the couch again. You’ve received more than a hundred messages from people and friends all over the world. Your happy and you don’t care that much, you try to thanks them all by writing, sending emojis or sending an audio. It all depends on the importance that “that person” has for you.

You know that you’re loved, you love yourself anyways. That’s something about saying that or even the thought of it that sounds obnoxious to some people. You’re not a narcissist that thinks that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, but you know that you’re surrounded by cool people, you have internet access, you can listen to music, you can dance, play guitar, you love clothing and shopping… You love the way you are. Simple. You’ve always been the girl that ALL your friends’ parents wanted their kid to be around. You were, and are, simple. You might not do drugs, get drunk or even go out every single day; but you love the comfy of your house and the tranquility that it brings.

Getting older you realize that spreading happiness and love is way more important than been picky with food and people. That’s why the world doesn’t work nowadays. People don’t love, they just hate.

“Happy 21^st birthday to me” you think smiling.

You keep checking your messages and then your phone vibrates. “An email?” that’s weird. You think that is spam. Lately you’ve received a lot of “ discount” spam... You’re still kind of unsure why you are being sent that type of emails… “Tumblr?” you think.

Then, you start reading what you’ve received.

“Good morning, or evening, or night. You know what time it’s there Mrs. L/N. I’m happy to see that, finally, it’s your 21^st birthday. I remember watching you dancing, singing, rapping and helping who was in need. Everyone here remember you. I remember you. I remember the day that you told me that you needed to study and find a job to make your parents relax a little bit. I remember you, hugging me, when, in tears, you decided to leave our building.

Yet, I remember that you promise me that if I’d ever need your help, or just your presence here, I just needed to call you or to send you an email. In 9 years you’ve changed your phone number, but at least you email still the same. I hope.

I write you because, I have to apologize. I have to apologize because I’ve done some research on you and what are you doing now. I’m happy to see that you’ve transformed into a little business woman with your charity organization, your job at UNESCO and UNICEF, that you’ve been helping poor children, etc… Also, I know that in less than 3 weeks you officially graduate from your Master degree in Marketing, in Italy.

Yet, my research was not guide by selfish reasons, but to help you improve your skills. I’m offering you a job in my company. We want to improve our sellings, and we need ideas, projects, etc. I know that you’re good at it. Also, I know how much you love dancing, singing and rapping; and being surrounded by the music world and have a role in it, should sound good for you. If you accept my offering in less than a month you should be here.

A lot of benefits are involved, I hope that you’ll answer this email with a “Yes, I do”. Ha!

See you!

YG.”

You can’t believe what you’ve just read… “….Yang Min-suk?”

When you was 11 your dad was asked to develop a project, related to security systems of the informatics platforms at a well-known bank. “South Korea?” you didn’t even know where that country was or why there were two Koreas… You just hopped that you would go to the good one. The 2 years spent in that country were one of the best years of your life. You made a lot of friends, people were in love with your sweetness and your beauty. People were interested in helping you with your Korean, and the old ladies of the building in which you lived, organized little afternoon events in the park, that was right in the middle of the group of buildings, to talk about Korea, its history and its language and even its food. They would always bring something traditional to give you.

One day you found out about something called “idol” and in order to be an idol you needed, first, to be a trainee. You never wanted to be a so-called “idol”, you just wanted to be a trainee… You just loved dancing so much that you wanted to try out if you could make it. You tried at SM, you got the chance to be one but then, you left (too much pressure); you were accepted from JYP but you didn’t like the method they used to teach. Then, you found out about YG. They accepted your conditions (you started to learn how to play guitar back in the day and you sang an original – you wanted to become a songwriter and a choreographer. They saw you dancing and loved that you could do a lot of things “She’ll be useful” one of your judges said). That’s how you met YG, and for humanistic reasons, YG saw in you the child that he, back in the day, didn’t have. He called you “딸”, daughter. 
 

It’s true. Everything he said on the email was true. “Nice detective YG”. Music has always be your first passion, but you’ve never looked at it like a possible job… It’s too risky. Yet, its offer sounded good to you. Music and Marketing? Why not? Right?

21 years old never felt so sweet.

That same day you answered with a big “YES” that email. 

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When you arrived at the airport, a little and chubby guy was right at the gate waiting for you with a sheet of paper with your name written in Korean… Or at least a name that was so similar to yours that you just thought that was about you… Another thought came to your mind, while walking towards the chubby boy, that explained the why behind your reasoning. You could infer that he was waiting for you becase of your knowledge about Idols. A lot of foreigners’ idols had your name and, when Korean people talked about them, they koreanized these idols names… You’ve never felt so happy to be a KPOP trash in your life.

“Hello?” you say to the chubby guy.

“Oh! Y/N??” he says. 

“Yes!”

“Nice to meet you, call me Suga” he says with a bright smile.
 

You’ve just realize that the guy is not even chubby… She’s slim, it’s just that he has little cute cheeks, and he’s wearing and extra-large t-shirt, a sweater and a jacket on… He looks really good, and seems nice too.

“Ok, now we’ll leave for you apartment. Let me help you with your bags.”

Even though, he’s little and has some skinny legs too (he could slay a fashion runway in a miniskirt, you think), he’s really strong. 

After a 30-40 minutes ride, you finally arrive at your apartment. It’s nice, little and comfy. There’s a huge living room/dining room/ kitchen area. A huge window that leads to a balcony. 1 bedroom and 1 bathroom. You open your bags, organize your clothes inside the bedroom wardrobe, then have a shower and a full night of sleep.

Your phone suddenly rings. “7:11am, what?” you have you eyes half-closed because of the light of the screen. You answer the call. 

“So, good morning Marketing assistant, and I hope future senior of that department. Wake up, it’s time for a nice breakfast and then a visit at your new company!” the voice… A nasal voice that NO ONE, after meeting this person, could forget: YG. 

“Good morning” and you yawn.

“It’s nice to hear you 딸! I’ll wait for you at 8:15am in my office. Eat well and prepare yourself. Dress comfy.. Bye! Oh, by the way, your fridge is full of food, but I delivered you some donuts and a nice hot coffee, hope you’ll enjoy! See you”. 

You stand up, get a shower, brush your teeth, go to the kitchen and, on a counter, you see the breakfast that YG bought you. You eat it while listening to the TV because you’re watching the city skyline from your window. “Seoul… WOW…” you live on the 17th floor. 

You get dressed. A white shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, a pair of sneakers, a sweater, a jacket, a hat, your backpack, your phone and you’re finally ready to leave. 

Suga was waiting for you right outside the building.

“Today is the last day that I might see you. This will be your car and you have to pay attention to the trajectory that we'll be using. If you get lost, I won’t really know where you are… But, if that would ever happen, this car has a little technological device installed so we will be able to find your location. Also, here’s my telephone number if you’ll ever need something… Or you need just a friend to talk to. Life, here in Seoul, can get lonely sometimes…”.

He opens the door of the car for you and then close it. 

You decided to record the 20 minutes ride. It’s better and easier. Suga seemed pleased that you did that. He was smiling all the time.

You finally arrive at YG Company. The building still the same as when you left it, years ago. Grey, weird, huge. Suge parks the car and takes your arm, “let’s go”. 

You enter the building and immediately you see a "familiar face"… “Lia Kim” You’ve spent hours on your computer watching her videos… Her choreographies, the way she could move her body. She started late, when she was 17, but she’s a living legend among worldwide choreographer. 

“That’s Mrs. Kim. She’s an amazing choreographer and dancer. Mr. Yang told me that you were one of the best, if not the best, dancer/trainee that stepped in this building. I think that you’ll have the chance to dance with Mrs. Kim” he says at you smiling and then winking.
“Let’s take the elevator. 6th floor.” You two walks toward the elevator, wait for it to arrive and then, the both of you get into it. “..6th floor.”

During the 11 seconds waiting Suga keeps talking.

“So, I hope that everything will be alright. I know you can handle it, if not Mr. Yang wouldn’t have tried to talk to you. Try to maximize this opportunity. You’ll have the chance to work with la crème de la crème of producers, choreographers, writers, journalists, and our beloved idols!… Enjoy each moment. Try to get closer to everyone here and more doors will be open… Remember never give up on your dreams and life keeps changing… Who knows if you’ll end up as a songwriter one day, or a back-up dancer for one of YG’s groups” he says smiling and then he grabs your right shoulder and squeeze it, like he was comforting you.

The door opens, a long and tight hall with one huge door at its bottom. On both sides of the walls there’re some posters and awards.

You finally are in front of the door, Suga knocks and the both of you enter the room.

It was YG’s office. It’s huge. There’s like a waiting room, a reunion office that is divided from the rest thanks to a glass-wall and then YG’s desk, right in front of a panoramic window from which, again, you can see some buildings of Seoul. You’re still astonished by the view.

You sit in one of the 3 chairs that are in front of YG’s desk. Behind the desk there’s a HUGE black leather chair. On it, YG sits. He’s browsing some papers while talking on the phone. From what you’ve heard, he’s not happy about the last marketing campaign that his team launched with CL USA Debut because “It could and SHOULD have been better”. You know that CL slayed with “Lifted” but you agree with him… He hangs and look at you.

He starts smiling, get up from the chair and comes closer.
 

You stand up too and he hugs you. 

“Y/N I hoped that, someday, this day would come. Welcome back to Korea!” he says to you hugging you like trying to express all the love that he has for you.
 

“So, 딸! How are you? How did you sleep in your new apartment? Did you like it or…? Tell me! Your parents? I’m so happy to have you here. Sit and let’s talk!”
 

“I’m fine. I love the apartment. My parents are good too, they send you a lot of good wishes and a BIG thank you for offering me this one lifetime opportunity… You know. It’s tough to find a job nowadays… It’s even harder to find a job that it's related to your studies and hobby, I have to say.” You smile and look at YG smiling at you.
 

“Yes. I always love that about you딸! Your humbleness, simplicity, respect and your ability to see opportunities when others see danger. People are afraid of taking risks, but not you. That’s why, when my Marketing manager told me about a vacant… I thought that this could be the chance to contact you. I did my researches, as I’ve told you in the email, and I thought that God works in mysterious ways sometimes. Now, you’re finally here. In your house. You’ll see how much we have changed. I hope that you’ll love what you’ll see. I hope. You need to see all the rooms and get used to where you can find what… I hope the best for you. Tomorrow you’ll begin but at least you need to do a tour here… You might see some idols, people that you knew from your “trainee” days, and so on. Have fun and don’t hesitate to call me if you ever need help. Now I need to comeback at work” he says smiling all the time.
 

“I will, and thank you again!” you say.
 

Suga was waiting for you sited on an armchair in the waiting room.

“So?” he asks you.

“Good. I need you to be my tour guy…” you say to him.

“Ok. First, let’s see what this building has to offer… Then I’ll be your tour guy also outside this building! We’re going to have a great time. Trust me” he says winking at you.
 

The building is bigger than you remember. There’re more than 20 gigantic rooms: dance studios, a room in which you can play every single instrument that is in there, a little library, some reunion rooms, a gym, a yoga room, a kitchen, a rest room, and the famous YG’s cafeteria… It is said that the best sandwich in the world is been served there… You actually grabbed one with Suga… It’s a normal sandwich… Nothing special. 
 

You finally get to “-2 floor” and hear a pop song that comes from one of the two doors of the hall. You look at the left door, it’s open but it’s just an empty dance studio… “The music must come from the other door…” you turn back and look at the black-glass type of door, and you know that the music is coming from there… You know which song is playing and the group but you know that you can’t open it just because you want to… “It’s your first day… You don’t need to drag people’s attention because of your curiousness” you think.

“Are you curious? If you want to open the door you can… I mean the music just stopped. Also, you might work with them for some marketing stuff, you know?” says Suga looking at the door with you.

“It would be awesome. I’m not a HUGE fan of Blackpink… Actually, I don’t really like them… But I enjoy their music…” Suga seems shocked for what you’ve just said.

“WHAT?? You don’t like Blackpink! Everyone love Blackpink! Everyone is a Blink! Why would you even accept this job if you’re going to work with them??” Suga crosses his arms.

“Well, I mean… They are really young… Their songs are catchy and Teddy is a friend of mine… I respect his work and he did a great job with all the songs that Blackpink has performed in the past years…” 

“All the songs? Past years?  Do you know how many songs and albums Blackpink had released?” Suga is looking at you.

“Like 3? I don’t know…” you say blushing.

“You’ll need my help. By the way, I’m the PR assistant. I’m in charge of Winner and Blackpink… That’s why I told you that there’s no problem to open the door. I know this girls since their trainee days, I was in charge of their pre-debut material and, now, I'm always working on their comeback. So… Do you want to know them? I hope that you’ll fall in love with them immediately! They are nice and THEY HAVE ALMOST THE SAME AGE AS YOU... Actually, one member has the same age as you, two members are one year younger than you, and the forth one is 22… But she’s the funniest to be around. So, let’s go.” He grabs your right arm, opens the door without even knocking and you’re inside the dance studio.

You look around. The walls are grey and the floor is a light colored wood. On the left there’s a couch. In front of you a huge mirror. On the right wall there’re some musical instruments – an electronic piano and a little drum. On the wall behind you another couch and a table…

You see 4 girls surrounding the table, it seems that they’re looking at a video or at some papers… There’s a lady who’s sitting on the couch looking at you. She’s a little chubby, has short light brown hair and a pair of black ray ban glasses.

She doesn’t seem very pleased of your presence there. Then you here a scream…

“NO WAY! Y/N!” 

You see a little person running towards you… She’s hugging you. You feel that under her clothes she must be really sweating because of the heat that her body is releasing… 
 

You look down and see that the girl has long black hair… You can’t say who she’s from her hair. The she distances herself from you.

“SoriNa!” you recognize her immediately. When you were 13 years old you took some hip-hip dance classes at 1million. Even though she was there to learn a new choreography, she was also a choreographer herself. Her moves were always on point. She knew how to grab attention on herself.

“How are you? What are you doing here?!” you say to her.
 

“ME? WHAT ABOUT YOU?!” she hugs you again.

“Me? I’m going to work here… Marketing.” You say smiling.
“Seriously?! I’m impressed!” she says punching your left arm.
“And you?” you say.
“Me? I’m just a choreographer…” she laughs. “…I work with different groups with Lia Kim… Yet, today’s is just a dance routine to keep these girls active, you know? They have to keep improving and with just a simple “comeback” every couple of months, if they sop dancing during that wait, they get worst…” she’s looking at them. 

 The girl, as well, are looking at you…

Now Suga and Sorina are talking… They’re laughing. 

“Ok, so you want to meet Blackpink’s girls?” says Suga looking at you.
“Don’t be shy… You’ve never been shy… Stop faking” says Sorina laughing.
“Girls! How are you?” says Suga getting closer to them.
 “Come here Y/N” says Suga.
 

You walk towards where Suga and the girls are talking… You feel kind of anxious. You don’t know really much about them… You don’t know their name, their last song… Okay, you know nothing about them… You don’t want to make them feel bad because you know how hard they work to be recognized. 

 “So. She’s Y/N. She’s going to work in the marketing department. You can imagine that her role it’s pretty important for you. She’ll be in charge of a lot of important things. I think that you should get to know each other and be close. It’s because for her that your next comeback might succeed or not… Just saying.” Suga is winking at you.
“Say something, Y/N” says Suga. Now, you look at the four beauties almost hypnotized.
“Yes. I’m Y/N. I’m 21 years old. I appreciate your kind words Suga… I hope that I won’t deject you…” you bow and then silence. 

You just stare at them.

“Good girl” says Suga.
“So, let me introduce you to these princesses. She’s Jisoo. She loves chicken. She’s the oldest of the group. She loves purple and she’s the funniest to be around… Not shy at all…” 
“Not shy at all… Like you” says SoriNa who’s grabbing you from an arm.

“She’s Jennie. She can speak English so feel free when you forget something in Korean. She’s a really good rapper. She seems someone who’s going to kick your  at any moment but she’s one of the sweetest people that you could’ve ever met. Then we have Rosé. She can speak English, better than Korean… Almost like you… She was born in New Zealand. She can play guitar and has the sweetest voice. She’s nice. Finally, we have Lisa. She’s Thai. She’s the youngest and the best dancer that you’ll ever see… You know it, right? I mean everyone has watched their debut video…” he’s smiling at you.

“Yes… Of course…” no, you didn’t.
“You should have let them talk Suga…” Sorina says. The girls starts laughing. You laugh with them awkwardly. 
“Don’t worry he’s good at his job. Also, he didn’t say any lie. Yet, I’m not used to, and I’ll never get used to be flatter… It’s just weird. If you have said “Oh, she’s Rosé” it was enough for me” says who seems to be Rosé. 
 

Then you see that Rosé whispered something to Suga ear and he laughs looking at you… Than Rosé punches one of his arms…

“Ok, time to come back to your activities! Let’s go” says the lady that was sitting on the couch. Now she’s right behind you and Sorina. She’s applauding like telling us to be fast and leave.
“It seems that you’re pretty occupied right now. Have fun girls! Take care of yourself. Bye..” says Suga. 
 

You interchange telephone numbers with Sorina, bow to the girls, to the lady and then leave. When you and Suga, finally, have left the room you hear how the locked is being locked from the inside.

“…that woman…” says Suga nodding his head like saying “no”.

“Ok. You’ve visited the building. You’ve met our pride – Blackpink. It’s time to see what Seoul has to offer. I hope that you love walking…” he winks.

The two of you leave the building and walks. Suga told you that Seoul must be ALWAYS visited using the metro. Not only is safer that driving, but also is easier to get where you want to go… A car is almost useless because of the strong traffic. 

While walking around the city, he talks about Korean people. Despite the fact that you have spent 2 years in Korea when you were younger, Koreans still impress you. The way they treat people, foreigners, old people, young people… Alcohol, relationships, friendships… Everything’s surreal… and you, being an extrovert it’s not going to be easy. Yet, you’re respectful and that’s something that has always save you in every country in which you’ve lived in.
 

You finally sit with Suga inside a little coffee shop. 

“It’s cold outside, don’t you think?” Suga is rubbing his cold hands.
 “I love cold weather and grey skies…” you laugh.

 A waitress comes, Suga ask for two cups of coffee and banana bread.

“Ok, so… What do you think?” he’s still rubbing his hands… This time slower.
 “Me? About what?” you don’t really get it.
“About the girls. You know that you’re going to work A LOT with them, right?” says Suga laughing.
“I mean. I don’t know what I’m going to do really… But they seemed really nice” you say.
“Just nice? Thousands of men and women would have died just by being in the same room with them… and you’re telling me that they seemed nice? If you are going to work with them you MUST fell in love with them, do some research and get to know them… They’re the product that you’re going to sell. You have to know everything about it…” he seems angry at you.
 

Finally your two cups arrive with the banana bread. You eat with him.
 

“So… Do you like KPOP?” he sips a little of his coffee.
“Yes… I do. It’s just that Blackpink is not my favorite one…” you know that you’re a KPOP trash but Blackpink REALLY is not a group that really turns you on… 
“So, who’re your bias?” he sits back and crosses his arms.
“I don’t know… There’re so many… I mean…” you don’t really know. You know but it’s like when you say “Oh, I can sing” and someone comes and tells you to sing something. Your head just goes white like a sheet of paper. Nothing.
 "Let me put the question in another way…” he’s smiling “who would you kiss if you ever got the chance to?” he starts laughing.
“Kiss? That’s even worst… I think all of them… I have a long list in my mind” you sip your coffee.
“So, you would kiss your bias. Ok. What about Blackpink? Who would you kiss among them?” he’s laughing harder.
“What type of question are you asking? This won’t lead anywhere Suga… It’s worst. I don’t know Blackpink… How can I say who I want to kiss?” you just look around shocked.
“I’m just asking because most of the foreigner fans of KPOP are kind of gay towards Koreans artists… I was wondering if you’re one of them… I don’t judge you, but I’m just curious…” he’s smiling.
“Well… I don’t know. There’re are times in which I feel straight af and other times that I imagine myself with a specific Korean female artist, yes. But I just don’t know… I’ve never been with a woman before… So, I can’t tell you… What was the question?” you suddenly don’t know what you’re talking about.
 

You see Suga laughing.

“Basically you’re gay depending on the artist. You go for looks or talent?” 
“It depends. Sometimes looks other times talent… Can we stop talking about this?” you don’t know why he’s asking you this questions.
“I was wondering all of these because you never know with who you’re going to work with. I’m a HUGE fan of KPOP artist, sometimes I might sound gay… That’s why. If you’re like me, no problem… Yet, I loved when you said that, depending on the person you feel gay af…” he laughs and winks at you.
 

You both leave the coffee shop and walks towards the metro to keep the tour on. You’ve been to so many places, took so many pictures and eaten so much food that you can’t believe that it’s already night. 
 

“10:30pm” 
 

“I forgot. YG told me that you need to buy a GPS. It’s better than a simple recoding of the trajectory in which you work… He’s right about it. So, first we’ll go to that shop to buy it and then we go to YG to pick up the car that we left. I won’t be you pilot tonight because I actually live in front of YG’s company… So, you need a GPS to come back to your apartment.” He walks and you follow him.

You buy the GPS, the vendor set it up in English. “It’s better if first you get to know the names of the places in English and then in Korean…. Despite the fact that you can speak Korean, trust me you’re not the first foreigner that I help…” says Suga.

You leave the store, walk to the Metro station, take the red line and waits with Suga to arrive to the stop that lead you to YG.

Outside the building Suga stops walking.

“Ok, I think that I can leave you here. I don’t need to get inside. I live in this building” and he points a 5-floor white building. “If you’ll ever need my help again you have my phone number… I think we’re going to meet again… I know why…” he laughs.

“Ok. I’m grateful for everything that you’ve done for me… Sorry to have steal your time!” you say weaving at him. Then he disappears.

You enter the parking lot of YG, greet the security guards that are in the entrance of it, and walk towards your brand new car…

Then you hear a voice… A voice that you know calling your name. You look around but because of the absence of light, you can’t tell who’s calling you. Then you see this little figure running and getting closer and closer… It’s Sorina.

“Girl! How was your day?” she hugs you.
 

“My day? Great! I’ve done so many things…I hope that we could go shopping one of this days… Hanging around with a man is not the same. You can imagine…” you don’t only think that Suga can’t be a shopping partner, but also that he asked so many weird questions that you didn’t really want to spend more time with, not for now, at least.
 

“Yes. Count with me on that! We should go this Saturday. Or you work on Saturday?”
 

“I don’t know, tomorrow they’ll give me all the information related on what I’m going to do here… So… If I can, I’ll tell you.” 

“Oh, hello girls!” says Sorina.

You turn back and, right next to the left part of your car you see some familiar faces… “Blackpink?” you say with your eyes half closed because you’re trying to see better.

“Yes…” says Sorina.

“Hello there Sorina! Going home?” ask one.

“Kind of… You, Jennie?” says Sorina.

“Yes. You know… That’s what we do… ALWAYS…” she laughs.

“Yes…” says Sorina.

“Sorina! We’re waiting for your bakery classes!” says another one.

“I promise that when I’ll have time, I’ll go to your place! I know how much you love cooking Rosé… Lisa would benefit from that, she cooks nothing but water with ice” responds Sorina, and they all laugh.

“Hey!” says Rosé looking at you and you just wave at her.
 

She laughs and Jennie hits her with her elbow.

“We have to go. See you tomorrow!” says Rosé.

You don’t know if she was talking to Sorina or to you. But, her voice is so sweet.

“We should go to… Do you know how to get to your place?” asks Sorina.

“Yes, I bought this GPS. It’s already set up with the locations that I’ll need… YG company and my place. I know, wild…” you laugh.

“See you tomorrow! Text me when you have lunch, we can eat together. I’m happy that you’re back…” she hugs you.

“Yes, me too”.
 

You get inside your car, turn on the GPS and come back home. 

At night Seoul is beautiful. So many lights everywhere, people walking hand in hand… People with a bag under their chin… A lot of colors, food and flavors…

You finally open the door of your apartment, and, when in bed, you fall asleep. 

"Tomorrow it's going to be tough... You've walked miles today... Your feet hurt and your legs muscles too... I hope my body won't hurt tomorrow..."

To be continued…