Your eyes filled with disappointment, and your stomach dropped.  They rejected me, you thought and huddling in despair behind a building, you cried.  Cried with all your strength because you knew it was over.  You had to find a way to get better quick.  

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     Ji Hye pranced around the room, glowing with excitement.  Her excitement was hardly suspicious, as all the other oppas were exuberant over the fact that after five long years, their you  would be back with them.  Daesung and Seunghyun cooked a feast that would have fed all of Seoul.  But only Young Bae knew something was wrong.   

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Young Bae's POV

     Something was not right.  Ji Hye always hated  you .  How can she be happy that she's back?  I grabbed her and threw her against the wall.  

     "What. did. you. do. to. her."  I gritted my teeth, preparing to use force against her.  But Ji Hye only laughed loudlly.  "Oh, Young Bae," she growled quietly, "Why can't you just let it go?  She left you.  I stayed.  There's nothing else between that, just the truth.  You'll see."

Ding dong.

    The excitement came to a sudden halt.  

"It's dongsaeng!!!" Seungri hollered, his excitement barely contained in his 5'9 body.  "YES!!!"  Opening the door, Seungri fell back into Jiyong's arms.

    "YAH panda!  You wrinkled my clothes!   Tsk, how can I look good for you now, huh?"  Jiyong followed Seungri's terrified gaze.... "Omo!!!  you -shi??!!"  As Jiyong tumbled onto the floor, Big Bang fell with a big bang.  And Ji Hye smiled evilly, bringing you in.  

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   One week later.....

     You stared at the director in disbelief.  "You will give me a job?" you asked incredulously.  The director replied, "Yes, but I will need you as a translator.  You see, a very popular boy band from Asia is coming and you are Asian, I am hoping you can translate for me."  You sighed, but knowing that you would be happy with any job you got, you accepted.  Aish, this man, what if they speak Mandarin?  Omo, I'm screwed.