You were supposed to be their manager.

The organized one. The one with color-coded schedules and backup plans for your backup plans.

Which is why it made absolutely no sense when Ji-yong dropped a bag in your lap and said, “You’re coming with us.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Daesung grinned. “Vacation. You know, that thing people take when they stop working for five minutes?”

Taeyang clapped you on the shoulder, all warm sunshine and easy reassurance. “We decided. You need this.”

And then there was Seung-hyun — T.O.P — leaning casually against the van, sipping something cold, his smirk saying he was in on this ambush from the start. “Come on, it will be funny.”

“I already booked your room and everything,” Ji-yong added like it was no big deal, like your entire job wasn’t built around keeping them from making impulsive decisions.

“You can’t just—”

“Too late,” Daesung cut in, dragging your suitcase (your suitcase?!) out of the trunk you didn’t even know they’d packed. “We’ll handle the work for once.”

You wanted to protest. Really, you did.

But as the van door slid open and the chaos of BigBang pulled you inside — Ji-yong humming, Daesung cracking jokes, Taeyang handing you snacks, T.O.P quietly watching you like he already knew you wouldn’t fight this for long —

…you started to think maybe they were right.

Hours later, the van rolled to a slow stop.

“Where… exactly are we?” you asked, stepping out into the golden light of late afternoon.

Ji-yong only grinned. “Surprise.”

Before you could press further, Taeyang gestured ahead — and your breath caught.

It wasn’t just the sea. It was a private stretch of paradise — soft white sand, turquoise waves lapping quietly at the shore, and no one else in sight. A private beach.

Daesung threw his arms out dramatically. “No work emails here!”

Ji-yong kicked off his shoes and jogged toward the water like an excited kid. Taeyang started unloading bags. And T.O.P? He stayed near you, watching your reaction with quiet amusement.

For once, you weren’t their manager.

For once, you were just… with them.

“Alright,” Daesung called out suddenly, hands on his hips. “In the water. All of you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I don't have a swimsuit.”

Four pairs of mischievous eyes turned toward you.

“Good thing,” Ji-yong grinned, rummaging through one of the bags before pulling out a small shopping bag with way too much confidence. “We got you one.”

Taeyang lifted an eyebrow like he was already anticipating your protests. “Don’t act so shocked. We know your size.”

“Don’t worry,” Daesung added brightly, “we all voted on the style.”

T.O.P didn’t say anything right away — just crossed his arms, gaze flicking between you and the bag in Ji-yong’s hand — before smirking. “It suits you. Trust me.”

They were relentless, teasing and coaxing, practically corralling you toward the beach house to change.

It was impossible to tell if they were trying to get you to relax… or if they just enjoyed watching you squirm.

Maybe both.