The photo shoot ended after the sun had set. Back in the van, I could hardly contain my excitement. I bit my lip as I tried to hide my emotions. I looked at the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Seung Hyun's reflection behind me. He had his head down, writing something down in a notebook.

"What has you so happy, Ha Na?" Ji Yong asked with concerned curiosity.

"Huh? Oh, yeah...well, nothing much." I replied, my face turning crimson. Seung Hyun made a coughing noise from behind me. "I just received some good news, is all."

"What kind of good news?" Ji Yong pressed. Another cough from behind me.

"Oh nothing special. Just a...call from back home,"

"Earlier after the photo shoot, you disappeared...was everything okay?"

"Oh, I didn't think anyone noticed." I lied.

He lowered his voice, "To be honest, it seemed like you were running after Seung Hyun," he said, his eyes downcast.

"What?" I fumbled for an excuse. "I-it wasn't that. It was the phone call I mentioned." I held my breath hoping that he would believe me.

He lifted his eyes and a cocky smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You're really not going to tell me what that call was about, are you?" I felt a pang of guilt. I was lying to him. Whatever spark had happened between us had died out and was replaced by the heat of Seung Hyun's flames. I knew that, but I still felt as if I was doing something really wrong.

I shrugged, "Maybe later, oppa." Once more a cough sounded from behind us.

"Are you getting sick, hyung?" Seungri asked. He hitched a ride back with us.

"Just a tickle in my throat," Seung Hyun replied. I bit the inside of my lip in an attempt not to laugh.

Ji Yong's smile faded and he looked disappointed, but I guess he had resigned himself to the fact that I was not sharing anything right now. Eventually everyone in the van was quiet. Seungri was already snoring with his head pressed against the window. Ji Yong had his eyes closed and his headphones on. The rhythmic tapping of his foot let me know that he was still awake. Suddenly, I felt a nudge against my left arm. I turned slightly to look at the narrow space between my seat and the wall of the car. A folded piece of paper was being passed to me by Seung Hyun. I smiled to myself and reached for the paper, my fingers brushing against his before I clasped the note in my hand. When I touched him, it was as if electricity rolled through my body.

Quietly, I unfolded the note.

Meet me at my car after everyone has gone home.

-Seung Hyun

P.S. Don't you think it's about time you called me oppa, too?

I smiled as I folded the note and tucked it in my purse. I could have sworn I felt Ji Yong gaze upon me, but when I turned my head towards him, his eyes were still closed.

We arrived back at the YG building and, exhausted, everyone went their separate ways. I made sure to busy myself with some loose ends in the studio until I was sure everyone was gone. Looking as if I was committing a crime, I snuck downstairs to the garage where Seung Hyun was waiting for me in his car. I hopped in on the passenger's side.

"You took your sweet time..." He glanced at me out of the side of his eye.

"I didn't want to get caught!" I replied defensively.

"Well," his annoyance faded into a smile, "good job, then."

I looked down at my hands and allowed the hint of a smile to appear, "So, are we going somewhere inparticular?"

"We are."

"Okay...?"

He quickly glanced over at me with his smoldering eyes, "We're going to celebrate your promotion from interim manager to girlfriend."

My heart hitched and I caught my breath. In the split second it took me to recompose myself, I decided to play with him a bit. "Slow down there, bud. I didn't agree to being your girlfriend," I teased. He looked at me incredulously.

"So, what, that kiss didn't mean anything to you?"

"What?" I squinted my eyes at him, "No! You didn't let me finish! I was going to say that I didn't agree to being your girlfriend...yet."

"Oh." His face turned bright red, but a smile reached the corner of his mouth. He continued, "So, I don't think it's a good idea to go out to a restaurant with the paparazzi and all."

"Then a club?" I suggested.

He shook his head, "I don't really feel like dealing with a crowd."

"A park?"

"It's too cold."

"Oppa, I've run out of ideas," I sighed.

"I have- wait. Did you just call me oppa?" He seemed so shocked, I honestly thought he was going to slam on the breaks in the middle of the street.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a smirk. I let the emotions of our budding relationship roll over me. I had never felt this way before and I was determined to savor every bit. I decided to let him surprise me with the location.

Drunk on my fluttering feelings, I blurted out, "You know, you were my first kiss."

"Really?"

His voice snapped me back to reality. Why did I just confess that? "I shouldn't have told you that. So awkward!" I buried my head in my hands just as we pulled up to a stoplight. I felt Seung Hyun's hand pet the back of my head.

"Don't be embarrassed." The light turned green and put his foot back on the gas. "I'm just surprised."

"Surprised at what?"

"You're a pretty good kisser for your first time. But, that no one else has tried..."

"Oh, they've tried."

"And?"

"By the time I hit my teens I was so immersed in music that I barely had any friends. If I had any spare time, it was usually focused on songwriting." I divulged, "I went on a few dates in high school, but no one ever interested me. I just decided to put off any relationship until I found someone who I liked more than my music."

"Am I that someone?" He asked sheepishly.

"I think you are," I looked over at him with as much sincerity as I could give. He looked slightly bashful. I found it endearing.

The car arrived at a residential building. Seung Hyun drove into the underground garage and parked.

"Where are we?"

"My place," he replied. I raised my eyebrow. Did he expect us to go from kissing to... Before I could finish my thought, he explained, "Relax, Ha Na. I'm going to make you dinner."

The elevator ride up to his apartment was painfully long. I was dying to see what his condo looked like. After he welcomed me in, I looked around. The space was very open and the furniture was very minimalist. He had artwork everywhere and in other areas there were toy figurines.

"Come, sit." I followed him to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar.

"Your place is amazing."

He was already uncorking a bottle of wine, "Thanks. I have a huge interest in art and obscure toys. To be honest, if I wasn't a musician, I would probably be a curator."

"I don't know what I'd be if I wasn't a musician..." My voice trailed off. He was pulling something out of his cupboard. "Seriously, Ramyun?"

"What did Ramyun ever do to you?"

I laughed, "I guess I was just expecting something a little more..."

"Fancy?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No. I guess I was expecting something not so...instant."

It was his turn to laugh, "Fair enough, but we're still having Ramyun."

"Fair enough." I replied. I didn't say much while he was cooking. I just watched him and was touched that he was preparing food for me. The kitchen light was behind him and cast a golden aura around him. I was falling head over heels and it was driving me crazy.

We ate and talked. We didn't talk about anything too heavy. We mostly made small talk and jokes, both of us feeling a bit nervous.

After dinner, I sat on the couch as Seung Hyun brought the bottle of wine and two glasses into the living area. He poured one for each of us and I took a sip, savoring the flavor. Then I took another sip, hoping for liquid courage.

Seung Hyun settled next to me on the couch. "Say it again."

I pulled the wine glass from my lips, "Say what again?"

"Oppa," he said and my heart skipped a beat. I was being put on the spot but the wine was definitely kicking in and I began to feel bold. I set my glass on the coffee table and turned my body towards Seung Hyun. I gently moved my right leg across his lap until I was straddling him. I took his wine glass, finished his wine, and set it on the end table. His eyes wide with surprise, he pushed his back into the couch putting a couple extra inches between us. My eyes looked into his as I placed my hands on either side of his face.

"Oppa?" I kissed his forehead. "You want me to call you oppa?" I kissed his left cheek.

"Y-yes." He murmured.

"Okay then, oppa." I kissed his right cheek.

"You American girls are quite forward." Seung Hyun looked shocked, intrigued, and maybe a little turned on.

"I know," and with that, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. I imagined that his wide eyes had finally shut as his hands moved slowly up my back. My hands dropped from his face down to his shoulders. Our kiss continued for what seemed like an eternity until I pulled away for air. Then it seemed like the shortest kiss in the world.

Seung Hyun wrapped an arm around my waist and placed a hand behind my head. He swiftly laid me down on the couch and held his body above me, his face mere inches from mine.

"I want to be yours, Ha Na." He said in a soft, husky voice.

"I want you to be mine." I could barely catch my breath.

"Then shall we do it again?" There was a flame in his eyes.

"Do what?" I asked, lazily tracing my fingers along his arm.

"This." His lips found mine once more and his body relaxed and melded with mine. With every second that passed, I knew I was falling harder for him. I silently begged for this not to be a dream. But if it was, I wished that I would never wake up.