Thank you, Yeojin.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcBIseHYWJE

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That night, Zico took you somewhere unknown.

You glanced around the dark streets of Hongdae and grew nervous. “Where are we going?!”

“You’ll see.” Zico led you down the pathway.

You gulped *Was my judgment wrong about him?! Why is he bringing me to a dark place?!* Before you could run away, you heard a faint but definite hip hop beat. “Wait. Are we-“

“At another hip hop club. This is my favorite. Not a lot of people knows so keep it a secret, okay?” Zico put a finger to his lips and winked. He opened the door to a basement with a smile, “Welcome to my world, Song Yeojin.”

You paused then went downstairs. The club wasn’t too large or small. It wasn’t rowdy and crowded like the other hip hop club. There was a simple bar and no dancing ladies. The girls here were wearing baggy sweaters, skinny jeans, and rhinestone bracelets. They had multi-colored hair and had a totally different vibe from the girls from the other club.

“Yo, Zico.” A few males bumped his fists. He nodded with a small. “Who is the chick?” One male with an anchor tattoo on his bicep nodded at you. Before you could introduce yourself,

Zico put his arm around you, “This is my special someone.” You blinked at him in surprise *Special…someone?*

“Ooo.” The guys laughed and hi-fived each other.

“Come on.” Zico led you to the bar. “Uh, I don’t drink.” You said. “I don’t either. Two cokes.” He held out two fingers. The bartender nodded and poured cola into two glasses. He placed them on the bar. Zico held out his glass, “Cheers to our secret friendship!” You clank glasses with him. He downed his drink right away.

You took a sip of yours while watching him. You put your glass back down. “You know…”

He looked at you.

“You’re a lot different from what I’ve assumed you would be like.” You admitted.

“Didn’t you hear the saying? When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me? That’s true.” Zico winked. *I guess so. Cheers.* You sipped your drink again.

“Yo, Zico! Come and rap!” His friends hollered. He shook his head but they protested. “Go. I want to see you rap.” You said. Zico paused then got up, “Fine. Stay here. If anyone tries to hit on you, tell them you know Zico and they’ll stop.” You nodded.

He headed to the stage, where he received enormous applause. *He’s pretty famous here.* You thought.

Zico grabbed the mic and glanced at the DJ who nodded and turned on a different beat. Zico put the mic to his lips and rapped,

“I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin cities down every time I come around I'm still doin my thing. I'm still, I'm still.

As long as it's possible, I fly.

My youth just won't leave me alone. I know who I am.

The word 'failure' has been deleted from my vocabulary long ago.

Flow, rhyme, and soul are the wings that make me fly.

My heart still flutters with life, and I'm still hungry for more.

The beat of blunt of rhythms still excites me.

My body stretches out for more, this is where I'm meant to be.

It's okay if there's a gap between the ground because I'm always above clouds.

Laugh and sneer all you want now.

Because that sneering is going to turn into tears a few years from now.

At 19 years old, I moved my philosophy onto paper.

And preached it nationwide like I'm a missionary of religion.

I walk the sky. I've kept quiet all these years, but not for long.

You better all move away because nothing's impossible for me now.

My flight only departs, it never lands.”

('I'm still Fly by Zico)

You couldn’t help but admire him. He had such swag that was smoother than anyone else’s. You liked the way he spit out his words so naturally and fiercely. *He has some talent.* You thought.

When he was done, the crowd went wild. “That’s our Zico!” He laughed, hi-fived some friends, and came back to the bar.

“How’d you like it?” Zico grinned. “Pretty cool.” You acknowledged and he laughed.

The DJ switched up at the atmosphere with a slow song. Zico nodded to the dance floor, “Want to dance?” You shook your head, “Uh, no. I don’t dance. At all.” “It doesn’t hurt to try. Come on.” He tugged on your hand. You shook your head more fervently, “Seriously, I’ve never danced before.”

“So? It’ll be a new experience. Don’t be shy. No one here knows you.” Zico encouragingly smiled. You paused to think *He’s right. No one here can judge me. I probably won’t even see them ever again.*

You let Zico drag you over to the middle of the dance floor. You looked around at all the close couples, “Er, what do I do?”

“First you put your arms around my neck.” Zico slipped your arms around his neck, “And I wrap mine around your waist.” He embraced your petite waist and pulled you close. Your eyes widened and your heart hammered in your chest. *This is the closest I’ve been to a guy that isn’t the oppas.*

“Relax.” Zico murmured, “You’re so tense.” *This is awkward!* You thought.

Unknowingly, his face came closer and closer to yours. You held your breath when his forehead landed on yours. *We’re so close.* You thought. Zico shut his eyes and whispered, “You feel hot.” You flushed. He slowly opened his eyes and searched your face, “You’re blushing. You know that?”

You wanted to cover your face and burrow deep into the club floors.

Zico smiled, amused. *She’s embarrassed. That’s cute.* He pulled you in closer so that you could hide your face in his shoulder. You exhaled in relief. You were able to relax, now that you couldn’t see his face.

“Yeojin?” His lips were on your ear. “Y-yeah?” You stammered.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight. Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t give me a chance.” Zico mumbled. You softened *I’m glad I gave you a chance.*

“You’re having fun being with me right? It’s not just me?” He asked.

“…No. It’s not just you, Zico oppa.” You whispered.

Zico’s heart melted when you called him oppa. *Thank you for giving me a memorable day, Yeojin. You made me the happiest guy alive today.* Zico moved his lips and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. You didn’t know what to think of the kiss and just stayed silent. He smiled and hugged you closer *I hope you’ll continue to stay in my life and make me happy.*

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Near 11 p.m., you came back home.

“Oh! Yeojin’s here!” Jongup piped up.

At their voices, you felt warmth and gladness. You hadn’t realized how nostalgic you had been. *I’m home.* You entered the living room and waved, “I’m back.”

Daehyun finally started to relax. He had been tense, bored, and worried the entire day. But most of all, he had missed you a lot.

“I was just going to call you.” Yongguk put his phone away.

“Did you have fun?” Jongup beamed.

You smiled and nodded.

“WHOA!” Himchan appeared and whistled loudly, “Where’d you get those sexy clothes, baby doll?!”

You forgot about your clothes and embarrassingly covered yourself. “I-I bought it.”

“I never knew you were the type to wear these kinds of clothes but DAMN! YOU LOOK GOOD!” Himchan complimented while shamelessly checking out your butt. Youngjae sarcastically clapped, “You finally came out of your convent home, nun.” You rolled your eyes *I knew I got my sarcasm from him.*

“Where’d you get that doll?” Jongup asked. “Oh. Um, Jiyeon gave it to me.” You lied. *Now I’m just hurling lies at them. What a trusting person you are, Song Yeojin.* You said to yourself, ashamed.

“She’s a nice friend.” Yongguk smiled approvingly. You weakly smiled and nodded *Mianhae, Jiyeon! I used you as an excuse!*

Zelo pointed at the bag, “What’s that? Did you bring food for us?”

“Oh!” You had almost forgotten about the shirts. You held the bag out, “These are for you.”

“NO WAY!” Zelo and Jongup rushed over. Even Youngjae sat up in interest. “WOW! ED HARDY SHIRTS! I LOVE ED HARDY!” Zelo whooped. “Here, I got them in different sizes. Zelo, this is for you. Jongup oppa, this is yours. Youngjae oppa, catch! Daehyun oppa, here you go. And for youYongguk oppa and Himchan oppa.” You handed them out.

“Aww baby doll, you didn’t have to get me anything.” But you could tell Himchan was pleased.

You shrugged, “I wanted to. Oppas don’t have time to shop anyways.”

“You should have bought more things for yourself. Why waste your money on these worthless things?” Yongguk made a face. You acted extra nicely and put the shirt to his shoulder, “Why? I think it looks nice on you.” His eyes sparkled, “Really?” You beamed and nodded.

“I’ll try it on now.” Yongguk slipped off the shirt he was wearing now and wore the new shirt over his wife beater. “How do I look?” He asked. You smiled and put two thumbs up, “Handsome.” Yongguk grinned broadly.

Himchan ran over and tapped your shoulder, desperate for your attention, “What about me?!” You smiled and nodded, “You, too, oppa.” “YEOJIN CALLED ME HOT! WAHOO! THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!” Himchan pumped a fist into the air, making you chuckle a bit.

You looked up and saw Daehyun who was examining his shirt. He was both happy and touched.

“Daehyun oppa, do you like it? Blue is your favorite color, right?” You asked.

Daehyun nodded. You smiled, “I hope you’ll wear it.” He softened *Of course I would. The most important person in my life gave it to me. Thank you, Yeojin. I’m glad your back. My day had been so empty without you.*