8. 여덟 (yeodeol)     Being the personal driver from a boy group was not part of her job description and she was convinced that she read the small print at the bottom of the contract.    She could only hope that she wouldn't face a police check on the way to her employment otherwise she would have to pay a lot, since she doesn't possess a permit to coney passengers.    The car doors of the black eight seater van were abruptly opened and seven boys entered her car. Without knowing them she already won an impression of them - noisiness, to be more precise defeating noises.    "Hoseok, give me back my MP3 Player", the youngest of them whined, as he entered the last row in the van. With his hands he tried to choke his fellow member, who sat in front of their golden maknae.    "Never in a million years. That's my revenge for yesterday!", he answered and bit into Jungkook's hand, in order to free himself.    "Namjoon-hyung, Hoseok has bitten me!", with an outstretched tongue, he leaned forward to squeeze his head through the rest from the seating row.    "Shall I bite you too, Dongsaeng? His venom hasn't reached your heart yet, so I might be able to save you", Taehyung, asked with a monotonous voice and grabbed the other hand of their previous youngest.    "No, I'm fine", he replied and pressed his body against the door, afraid of further possible attacks of their unpredictable 4D Alien.    The passenger door was closed last and a boy with dyed grey hair, took the place beside her. "I'm sorry for their behaviour. I'm Namjoon, the tough lonesome daddy from six boys", he said towards Hana, but never glanced in her direction.    "It's fine. I'm Hana", she whispered and started the engine. The fact that she was trapped with those boys during the ride, made her insecure. She was the underdog, in case of attacks coming from them.    "Can we listen to the radio?", Namjoon asked, while he tapped with his fingers against the switch for the radio.    "Yeah", she answered. Her full attention was set on the traffic, the constantly changing traffic lights and the not complied traffic laws by the others. Priority signs were flouted, overtaking from all sides. The traffic is a minefield and too much pressure on the accelerator, might cause accidents.    "Thanks", he answered and the radio and immediate a familiar song filled the car. The lyrics they have worked so hard on. It was their own song - BTS' Boy in Luv, they have never heard one of their songs played in a national radio, in front of a huge audience with people from every age-set.    "Guys! We are on the radio!", Jin exclaimed excitedly and once the chorus came, they all started to sing along.    Hold me tight before I kiss you
Before my heart lets you go
Say what you want
Say what you want
What is it that you really want?   Not caring about the sensitive ears from the person behind the wheel, they hooted the lyrics. Hana's grip on the wheel tighten, she badly wanted to rebuke them for their reckless behaviour, but her lips were firmly closed.    "Sing along, Miss! The Chorus comes again!", Taehyung shouted from the last row, beaming happily and that's when they went insane when the beat of the chorus came up. She would never, ever, drive a boy group again. Not for all the money on world.      The seven boys were following her close, yet they didn't made the effort to have a conversation with her and she thanked God for that. After her outburst in the car, they were afraid of the fragile girl in front of them.    On her way to the studio, Sam approached her.    "Hana, the GOT7 episode is canceled, postponed to an unsettled date. We are going to save the recorded films, but we won't publish it", Sam announced.   "Why is it postponed to an uncertain day? They can't be that busy", she said and bit on her lower lip. She could feel something fishy was going on.    "Mark's family got into an