“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” I say.

            “Just get here as soon as possible,” he says to me.

            “Okay, I’m leaving now,” I say and hit the end button. I look up at Seunghyun and tell him the situation. “We need to get back to the dorms. Youngbae says I need to be there. I don’t know why, he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. Oh God. I am so sorry. What are we going to do with all of this food? I am so sorry!” I say to him.

            Seunghyun simply waves at me and shakes his head in an effort to make me feel better, as if it wasn’t a problem. He calls over a waiter and gives a credit card to him. He says a few things more and next thing I know he is out of his seat and taking my hand. We walk outside and the driver is in the same spot he was in when we left him. We get in the car and Seunghyun tells him to bring us back home.

            “Boxed. No worrying. I can have brought to dorm no problem,” he looks at me and gives me the okay sign with the hand that is not occupied with my own. This got me thinking about my current situation.

I am being taken out by one of Korea’s biggest celebrities (or ‘idols’ as YG put it). I am wearing a Givenchy dress. I have a driver. I went from being a poor nobody, to what I assume would be considered dating one of Korea’s biggest idols.

I am staring at my hand that is engulfed by Seunghyun’s. How did this happen? What could possibly attract him to someone like me? I liked to think I was pretty enough to be a Disney Princess Face Character, but did I actually believe it? No. So how in the world does someone like Seunghyun like me? I saw the photos of those girl bands lining the walls of YG Entertainment. How could he possibly choose someone like me over someone like them?

He lifts my hand up and pulls it closer to him, holding it to his shoulder. He looks at me, just studying my face in street lam