White walls accented with black lines. It was comfy and beautiful to look at. But it didn’t calm Son Seungwan’s nerves at all. Damn. How long was she in this corridor? An hour? She leaned on the wall next to the door and took a quick glance at it. The name by the door daunted her. Well, she should be afraid. She was in YG’s freaking building. But sasaeng and being in the headline news didn’t even passed her mind. All she could think was him. He was inside, on the other side of the door, with s, talking to their Sajangnim. Oh yes, she was here outside Yang Hyunsuk’s office at Mapogu, Seoul, South Korea. And yes, she felt her stomach lurching. How did they end in here again?

She could clearly remember being in Hanam, just strolling around the park, the reddish orange leaves of trees, the soothing and playful gush of the autumn wind. It was such a fine day to just walk around. Yeah, it was a perfect day to spend with Nam Taehyun. Then they even watch a bunch of kids playing soccer. Then . . . then it happened.

She was thoughtfully watching a young boy help his younger brother who injured himself at their game. His eyes were shining with tears but he held it back. The siblings talk and later, the older one went back to the game, obviously more pumped up to win the match. It warmed her heart seeing kids care for each other. Suddenly, Nam Taehyun grabbed her hand. She looked worriedly at him.

“Seungwan-ah,” he called, almost breathless. This made Wendy alert. She grabbed him by his forearm and make him face her. She cupped his cheeks and made him look at her.

“What is it? Is something wrong? Does something hurt?! What?!” she was almost hysterical. Taehyun shook his head and held her by the shoulder. Then he dragged her back to the parking lot.

And everything was a blur. The drive towards Seoul. Taehyun telling her to call s and make them go to YG. Him mumbling incoherent words . . . something like . . . its right . . . should have realize . . . so foolish . . .

She was actually nervous and the moment she entered YG’s infamous dungeon, together with all five members of Winner, her hands turned clammy. No, she wasn’t even frightened that the press would get wind of this. That she was here. It was the guys’ expressions. They all look so grim and serious. Even the ever cheerful Jinwoo-oppa she knew was not smiling. This was downright terrifying. So she just walked with them, until they stopped at this very corridor, and like a silent message, she nodded and watched them enter the office.

Staffs passing by gave her weird looks. Of course it was weird. Why the hell Red Velvet’s main vocal, Wendy, standing, not only inside YG building, but outside YG's President office. Way to be weird. She was actually fully disguised when they came here but she was so nervous and afraid that to put her mind of things, she started toying with her appearance. She removed her sunglasses, wrapped her favourite green hoodie by her waist and put her hair up on a sloppy ponytail.

She involuntarily jerked when the door opened. Wendy exhaled loudly, her hand by her heart when she turned her attention to the door. One by one, Winner went out. Jinwoo their oldest, their visual. He glanced at her and tried to smile but it looked so forced. Mino, their rapper, their huge boy, just sighed and bowed to hide his face. Seunghoon, their baby lion, their dancing machine. He was busy mumbling to himself. Seungyoon, their second maknae, their leader, just closed the door and leaned on it for support. Her brows furrowed. What the hell is happening?

She opened to speak but Seungyoon beat her to it. “He’s still inside. They still have to talk,” he answered an unsaid question and Wendy nodded. Seungyoon stood up straight and exhaled loudly. “Right. We’re going to the practice room,” he loudly said, earning nods from s. He turned his attention to her which made her also stood up in full height, no use though, she was still way smaller than them.