Sarang sat still as two stylists did her hair and makeup. She was modeling for a fashion line that’s going to debut in one of her father’s malls in a month. Sarang couldn’t help but smirk at her reflection, knowing she looked good and was one of the better looking models.

“Sarang!” Sarang’s smirk got wider when she heard the familiar voice of one of her few good friends.

“In here, Rhythm.” Sarang called out when the stylist finished painting her lips.

The door opened and a Caucasian girl with jet black hair, light blue eyes, a septum piercing, and a labret piercing walked in, dressed and ready for the shoot.

“Nope, I’m Cheshire when on set.” Sarang chuckled, shaking her head.

“Right, how could I forget? It’s been awhile, hasn’t it.” Sarang grinned, lifting an arm and beckoning Rhythm over. Rhythm bent down and gave Sarang a hug but being mindful of the two working stylists.

“It has. When was the last time we saw each other?” Rhythm wondered, sitting down in the chair next to Sarang.

“I think that shoot in Florida. Two months ago, right?” Sarang racked her brain.

“That sounds about right.” Rhythm laughed.

The two girls continued to talk and catch up. Sarang first met Rhythm Minuet, stage name Cheshire, when she was modeling for a makeup store-line when she was 17 and living in the U.S. The other models didn’t really talk to her because Sarang stayed aloof when they weren’t shooting so the other models thought she was stuck up and full of herself. They ended up talking bad about her but Rhythm had stuck up for her. Rhythm was a big time model in the U.S. and also a rapper who went by the name Cheshire. Sarang was hesitant at first about talking to Rhythm but eventually allowed a bit of her guard down. Three years later, Sarang likes to consider Rhythm as one of her good friends. It’s a pretty big deal for her though since Rhythm was her first good girl friend that she made on her own.

“So, I met a guy. Well, two guys to be exact but one really stood out if you know what I mean.” Rhythm grinned as the two had lunch together after the shoot.

“Oh really? How did this happen?” Sarang wondered, taking a sip of her soda.

“Last week. When I landed here, I made a get away from my manager to explore and , you know, what I usually do.” Sarang smirked and nodded her head, fully aware of Rhythm’s tendency to want to explore the places she goes to.

“I was at this like, shopping place, plaza thing and there were these vendors and all these people, anyways! That’s not really important, so I was walking around and I saw this guy and he was trying to talk to these girls but they kept walking and just ignored him. I brushed it off, thinking he was being a creep but when I got closer, the poor thing sounded like he was going to cry. Then he started to cry. I felt so bad so I went and bought an ice cream at this shop because ice cream solves everything and I went to go and give it to him because the poor baby was still crying.” Rhythm paused to eat a fry before continuing.

“Anyways, when I went to go and see what was wrong, another guy also approached him with the same intention. Turns out he was dared by some friends to get a selfie with a girl but he’s not good at talking to girls so he was scared and it didn’t help that the girls were being rude. I didn’t know what to do to help so the other guy asked me if I would take a picture with him so we took pictures together, first just me and the poor baby and then the other guy took some with us. Then the three of us were talking for a while until people started to recognize me then I had to get the hell out of there before my manager found me and made me go back to the hotel. The poor baby crying was so adorable and the other guy was damn fine, girl.”

“What were their names?” That single question wiped off the dreamy expression that was on Rhythm’s face.

“!” Rhythm slammed her hands on the table out of frustration, earning looks from the customers sitting near them at the burger restaurant they picked for lunch. Sarang merely laughed as she took a bite of her burger.

“And the pictures were taken on the poor baby’s phone!” Rhythm groaned, hands covering her face. Sarang merely reached over, one hand still holding her burger, and patted Rhythm’s shoulder.

“If it’s meant to be, you might meet him again.” Sarang offered but smirk still on her face.

Once Rhythm was done with her little pity party, she turned the topic of conversation towards Sarang.

“So, what about you? Any boy on your mind?” Rhythm was surprised when Sarang nodded her head.

“Wait, seriously?” Sarang nodded her head again.

“His name is Jiwoo and I met him at my favorite coffee shop.” Sarang kept a straight face as she watched Rhythm begin to freak out.

“Holy ! What does he do? Is it serious? Did you exchange numbers?!”

“We talked about a lot of stuff and I gave him my card. I mentioned to him that we should go to a movie so I’m just waiting for a text or something.” Sarang kept her straight face.

“A four year old would like Mary Poppins, right?” Sarang choked on her soda, guffawing at the deadpan expression that Rhythm gave. 100 to 0 real quick.

“Seriously? You were talking about a four year old?” Sarang nodded her head, finding it hard to speak from laughing so hard.

“I swear, I’m going to kill you one day.”

“No you won’t.” Sarang managed to get out between her laughs.

“You’re right, I won’t.” Rhythm began to laugh along with Sarang.

Sanggyun watched as Taeyang tinkered with a broken swamp cooler. He held Jiwoo in his lap, the two merely waiting for Taeyang to finish with work so the three can go home together.

“You don’t have to wait, Gyun. You and Ji can go home if you want.” Taeyang offered, looking up from the swamp cooler.

“We’re fine uncle.” Jiwoo answered for both him and his dad.

“Yeah hyung, we’re fine. This is pretty interesting to watch you work.” Sanggyun grinned at his brother. Taeyang rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey, Jenissi, we got an in house call. Here’s the address. Take your brother and nephew with you too in case you need some extra hands and once your done with that, you’re done for the day.” Taeyang took the piece of paper from his boss and stood up from his seat.

“Thank you sir.” Taeyang and Sanggyun bowed to the elder man, Jiwoo doing exactly like them which earned a smile from the boss before he left.

Taeyang grabbed his box of tools gestured for Sanggyun to follow him. Sanggyun held Jiwoo’s hand as he followed his brother to one of the work vans. Taeyang placed his tool box in the back before moving out of the way so Sanggyun can get in the back and sit with Jiwoo.

“Where are we going, hyung?” Sanggyun wondered when Taeyang started driving.

“Some apartment in Gangnam.”

“Is that the fancy place, appa?” Jiwoo looked up at his dad. Sanggyun grinned and nodded his head.

“Would you get in trouble if Jiwoo and I are with you?” Sanggyun questioned as they got closer to the apartment and all the buildings and shops got nicer and more expensive looking.

“I don’t think so. I can just always ask the customer when we get there.” Taeyang answered. When Taeyang found the apartment complex, he parked in front of the apartment after making sure the van wouldn’t get towed and then led the way to the entrance where they found an intercom. Sanggyun read off the apartment number to Taeyang while Taeyang made sure he pushed the right button.

“Yes?” The voice from the intercom sounded like a guy’s but it was kind of high pitched.

“Hi, we’re with Cho Repairs. You called about a busted shower head?”

“Alright, come up.” They heard a click come from the front entrance and when Sanggyun pulled the door, it opened. The three took an elevator to the top floor. The top floor was a long hallway with one door on each side so it wasn’t difficult finding the apartment.

“Appa, why are there only two doors?” Jiwoo was in awe since the apartments he’s seen, there were a lot of doors.

“I think because these two apartments are bigger than the other apartments so they can only have two doors.” Sanggyun explained. That answer seemed to work for Jiwoo.

“Appa, I have to go potty.” Jiwoo furrowed his eyebrows. Sanggyun and Taeyang both wanted to groan. They were probably pushing it with Sanggyun and Jiwoo tagging along and who know how the customer will react if they asked to use the bathroom.

“Can you hold it, Ji?” Sanggyun wondered. Jiwoo pondered this for a bit before shaking his head but before Sanggyun can come up with a solution, the door to the apartment opened.

“Oh great, you’re here. Come in, my shower head is acting weird or something. Follow me.” A guy around their age with cat like features and pink hair opened lead them into the fancy apartment and up the stairs.

“Ugh, last time I let my hyung bring a girl over. Jerk breaks my shower head.” The guy muttered, disgust evident in his tone.

“Appa, how does his hyung break the shower head?” Jiwoo wondered. At that time, the pink-haired man finally noticed the little boy.

“Omo! You’re so cute! Hello!” The pink haired man stopped walking, almost causing Taeyang and Sanggyun to crash into him. The pink haired man stooped down so he was eye to eye with Jiwoo. Jiwoo shied away, hiding behind Sanggyun.

“Ji, say hello.” Sanggyun gently urged.

“Hi.” Jiwoo mumbled. The pink-haired man cooed at Jiwoo.

“Oh, I’m Kim Minsung, by the way. Sorry, it’s just been an off day for me.” Minsung bowed to Sanggyun and Taeyang who instantly bowed back.

“I’m Kim Taeyang and this is my brother, Sanggyun and his son, Jiwoo.” Minsung smiled a cat like smile at them before continuing to lead them to his bedroom and showed them the bathroom that was connected.

“It’s this showerhead. I swear, I’m going to kill him.” Minsung still seemed upset about his busted showerhead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it working in no time.” Taeyang assured.

“Thank you. I need to buy my hyung his own shower or something.” Minsung rolled his eyes.

“Hyungs are so annoying, right.” Sanggyun joked, causing Minsung to laugh.

“Yah, I’m right here.” Taeyang muttered, going into the bathroom to set down his tool box.

“I bet your hyung isn’t as bad though. Sometimes I feel like I’m the hyung.” Minsung joked. Sanggyun and Minsung continued to ‘complain’ about their hyungs when Jiwoo tugged on Sanggyun’s hand.

“Appa, potty.” Jiwoo whined.

“Oh, you need to use the restroom? I have another one downstairs if you want to take him-“

“Tommie, I need some help.” Taeyang called for him from the bathroom. Sanggyun looked torn on what to do when Minsung came to his rescue.

“I can show him the restroom while you help.” Minsung offered.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Minsung.” “Mr.?! Yah, we’re probably the same age! How old are you?” “I turned 20 this year.”

Minsung grinned. “Then I’m your hyung. Just call me hyung, okay.”

“Thank you, Minsung hyung. Jiwoo, hyung is going to show the restroom, okay? Go with hyung.” Jiwoo hesitantly took Minsung’s hand since he was still a little shy but he allowed Minsung to lead him out the room and to the other restroom. Sanggyun went to go and help Taeyang while Minsung took Jiwoo downstairs.