“I’m going to be here in exactly an hour, so you better be outside the dorm at five to,” Hyung Suk informed me, eyeing me that if-you’re-not-here-I’m-leaving-you look.

“Still a stickler for time, I see, Hyung Suk-shi,” I played, giving him a bland expression.

“I mean it, Anika! The president wants to see you as soon as you get situated with your dorm,” my manager urged, frustration building in his eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I waved off my pain-in-the- manager as I slipped out of the car. “Anika, seriously! AN HOUR!” I waved him off again as I headed towards the entrance to the dorm building. I understand the president wanting to discuss the plans upon my debut, but I haven’t seen my friends, let alone my best friend in six months. The last time I physically saw them was my father’s funeral. After that, because of school and their busy schedules, it was hard to see each other. They would call every two weeks, however, to check up on me and to make sure my mother and I were well. But the phone calls could only fuel so much. Daesung and I did Skype during their time in Vegas when they were filming “Tonight” for their comeback after two in half years. As I said, though, Skype and phone calls can only suffice for an amount of time.

Each time I’d hear the latest news or read the hype about their comeback, my heart ached more and more. I yearned to see the members of Big Bang, but, most of all, Daesung.

As I came face to face with the entrance to their dorm, pressure from my entangled feelings of pure happiness, nervousness, and uttering fear left me in a paralyzed state. “To sing in front of the 2200 population of the student body is easy, but knocking on a door? Really…”

I sighed. I only had an hour, and here I was, the minutes ticking by as I stood, cowering under a mocking door. Inhaling a breath, I slowly lifted my hand and knocked on the door. In a second, my sight was greeted by the appearance of Choi Seunghyun, AKA TOP of Big Bang. I was taken back by his intimidating but devilishly handsome looks. I’ve known him for how long, and I still get flustered, falling victim to his looks?

“Hello,” his husky voice rasped politely, though there was an unfamiliar tone to his voice.

 I forced the lump in my throat down. Here I stood, stupidly silent, as I struggled to gain some composure. Yet, trying not to succumb to the temptation to throwing myself at Seunghyun in a fit of excitement was more a struggle.

 “May I help you?” he asked, his thinning impatience quite obvious.

Yeah, screw this.

“SEUNG-HYUN!” I squealed, throwing my arms around him.

That mission not to maul, and, quite possibly traumatize Seung-hyun: FAILURE. We made a loud thump, Seung-hyun landing on his tailbone in the process. As for me, he was my safety net. I pulled myself up, now realizing the predicament I got us into - I sat on the edge of his thighs, my arms draped around his upper frame, a kiss separating us. I quickly distracted myself, looking to see if he had any scratches or bruising. Too bad that wasn’t enough of a distraction from feeling this sense of a strong gaze burrowing through me.

My eyes slowly inched up to meet with Seung-hyun’s, whom I thought would be throwing a pair of angry eyes at me. Rather than what I expected, I met a softening pair of gorgeous brown eyes. “I should’ve recognized you the instant I saw those green eyes…” he whispered to me.

The low octave of his deep voice sent an explosion of chills throughout my body. Now I understand how his fangirls feel. It’s about time you know who I am. Before I could get a word out, our attention was thwarted to the sound of a nervous cough coming from two boys, who I recognized right away as Youngbae and Jiyong, staring at us as if they were interrupting something intimate.

I looked back at Seung-hyun, realizing we were still huddled together. I felt the heat inflating my cheeks. Without hesitation, I threw myself off Seung-hyun, looking the other way to hide my red stained face. How long were they standing there?

“Uhm,” Youngbae murmured, “who’s this, hyung?”

Seung-hyun shot me a glance, a small smirk creeping on his face. “Take a look for yourself. I’m pretty sure you’ll know right away who she is.”

Youngbae and Jiyong exchanged confused look. Shrugging, Youngbae made his way towards me as I helped myself up. When I thought the blush retreated from my face, it came hurling back as soon as I came face to face with the sun of Big Bang. I could never forget how handsome Youngbae is. “Hi, Youngbae,” I squeaked.

God, really? I’ve known these boys for years, but I’m, somehow, being reduced to a flustered-squeaking mess.

He held my sight for another wordless couple seconds. The same softened expression that was on Seung-hyun’s face took form on Youngbae’s. “Anika?” he breathed. I grinned, Youngbae mirroring it. “I always knew you had a better memory than Seung-hyun.”

“Yah! You mauled me! How was I supposed to know who you were after mauling me?” Seung-hyun spat.

“I stared at you in the middle of the doorway for a good moment for your memories of me to register,” I shot back, sticking my tongue out.

“Instead of bickering over who has the better memory, can I give Anika a hug?” an annoyed Jiyong asked.

The three of us looked over at the leader, who stood there with a pout on his face. My heart melted. “Come over and give me some sugar,” I said, my arms outstretched for his welcoming hug. The Kwon leader scooped me up into his arms, lifting me off the floor. “Tell me, Ji, is this how you make the girls swoon over you?” I asked him as he put me back down.

Before he could answer, we turned to see the loveable maknae of Big Bang. His eyes went straight for me, a flirtatious smile appearing on his face. “Why, hello there,” Seungri greeted, popping his color.

“Here we go. Here comes his ‘Seungri Swag,’” Jiyong motioned towards his two band mates, rolling his eyes.

I looked over at the three of them, trying hard to muster a laugh. “I didn’t know the hyungs invited such a pretty girl over,” Seungri said, snaking his arm around me. I chuckled, thinking it was time to fight fire with fire. “Oh, oppa~ The wonderful maknae of Big Bang. I can’t believe it!” I played, putting on my best swoon face. “But, my heart belongs to Kang Daesung. You may be handsome and talented, but you’re not Kang Daesung.” With that, I left the defeated Seungri with his mouth dangling, his ego dropping ten folds, and a three band mates who couldn’t hold in their laughter, off to go see my best friend.

Oh my God... THIS CHAPTER , BIG TIME AND I FINALLY UPDATED. I struggled so much with this chapter, even though it's only the second one. -_-'' ;A; I'm thinking about rewriting this chapter... I have major, MAJOR writer's block. My writing also ... JUST. UGH. *headdesk*