"Ah then I have to call you noona?" The guy sitting right in front of me asked with much curiosity. His shiny almond eyes traveled up and down, carefully examining me in doubt as he couldn't believe that I was older than him. This guy...his name was Seungri. He was the youngest or maknae of Bigbang and his image did not disappoint. His slightly curly hair and perky look that seemed as if he had to be in every conversation possible defined him as the youngest right away.

            "Isn't it a given that you have to call her noona?" Daesung the other member of the group said softly as he sat down next to me. Despite his well built figure, he had a really light voice that went deeper every time he laughed. Daesung's rich brown hair contrasted his soft pink lips and when he spoke, I couldn't help but stare at his unusually attractive appearance. 

          I gave a slight smirk and cooly pat Seungri's back. 

          "You don't have to call me that if you don't want to." I said.

Seungri laughed almost like a hyena and leaned back on the couch as if we were good friends.

        "Raena-ya, don't get close to him. He's untrustable." Jiyong said to me as he swung around on his chair.

        "You never know what he'll do." Youngbae walked over to Seungri and messed with his hair.

I couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of all of them, just playing around like brothers and close friends. 

The reason the four of them were in the studio with me was because apparently, they were going to record a quick song for a commercial for vitamin water and I was to "take part" in helping...although all I had been doing in this room was just chilling with them.

      But one thing was missing and I knew what it was. My stomach churned in undoubtable guilt as I though of where TOP was. 

       "Where is Seunghyun anyways?" One of the producers asked as he looked around.

       My fingers curled into a tight fist and my neck stiffened.

        "Hyung is...always late. I don't even think we should wait for him." Jiyong playfully joked as he twirled his thin fingers in his blonde hair and then pushed up his glasses with an erect finger.

       Speaking of the devil...right at that moment the door swung open. As the frosted glass hit the side of the wall, I could see red fog seeping in and the eyes of a devil fill in through those two dark empty holes in his head. Maybe it was just my imagination...but he looked pissed.

 

         Uh oh....something tells me that he's not in a good mood. Even worse...his eyes are looking directly at me.

          It looked as if he was some kind of ghastly vampire. His smooth skin against his dark black hair sprayed upwards and his eyes blaring with anger.

          His heavy steps came forward as he got closer to me.

         Seungri shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Ah Hyung why are you so late-"

          "You." Top's voice guttered out in a deep rumble, raw with a slow seriousness.

          Everyone in the room held a breath and so did I.

I looked up nervously and felt my throat go dry when I saw his piercing glare run straight through me.

          "Where is it?" He was dead serious.

I blinked couple of timed and squirmed a little in my seat. The USB drive. He's talking about the USB drive. 

Wait a second, it's still in my pocket...Why in the world did I not leave it at home??

 

 

          "W-What are you talking about??" I asked coyly.

          Top's eyes widened and the disorientation in his face was going wild. He gets unusually close to me and his hands abruptly start patting at my hoodie pockets and pant pockets.

          I squirm at his sudden touching, well the touching itself threw me off. 

"What the hell are you doing??" I yelled as I moved back from him.

         Seungri stood up to try stop him, "Hyung what's wrong with you?"

         "What's going on right now?" Jiyong said with a nervous smile as he stood up also.

         "Yah? You, you're really gonna-" Top said determinedly as he paused slightly when he felt something in my pocket. Crap.

I immediately pushed him away from me but I was too late. In his light fingertips, there was that little stick of plastic containing all the evidence needed.

         With his deep and slow voice, Top spoke with a confidence that made me shiver. "That girl." His other hand pointed a mean looking finger directly at me. The entire room went cold and silent.

 

          "That girl..." Top cocked his head and swallowed his sweat down.

          "...isn't a girl." He finished the sentence with a flare of cockiness.

And all I could do was scoff in this ridiculous situation.

What the hell. What was this guy smoking?