She came into my life, barging in, like a ray of sunshine seeping out in the darkness of the rain. She was wearing a black leather jacket with a stuffed bird perched on her shoulders with her pants ripped in all parts leaving your imagination guessing how soft and smooth her skin would feel. She was beaming like a child excited to get her free lollipop.


Oh God. She was beautiful.


Today, she was picking up the disarray of clothes and stacking them into piles. She was wearing a white hoodie paired with black leggings and rubber shoes. Her hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail with a few stray hair framing her beautiful jaw. She grabbed so--


“Hyung?” A body in the form of Young Don had appeared before me blocking my view


“Dude, go away.”


“Hyung, they’ve been calling for you for ten minutes now. What are you doing looking like a smitten pup—“ Don turned and grinned at me. "Oh."


One look at his mischievous smile told me he was up to no good so before he could even do something evil, I pushed him out of the door quickly. I heard him snort the moment the door closed.


"What?" I asked.


"You should just talk to her hyung. Noona's nice. Stop acting shy, it doesn't fit your playboy image." He laughed.


"That's exactly why I'm not talking to her."


"Why not? There's nothing wrong with trying."


"There's also nothing wrong with not trying."


"Aww come on. Since when did you become a coward?" 


'The moment I met her?' I shook my head at the thought. We reached the stage and Don went to the other dancers. I went up and the loud screams rang in my ears just as the music began. Dance. Sing. Dance. 


I remembered what Don asked me and I ruffled my hair. Am I being a coward? Being careful, maybe but being a coward, I don't think so. 'Then why won't you talk to her?' 


Why should I? I asked knitting my brows together.


'Because you're interested in her.' My mind answered.


The crowd cheered once again and I put a smile on my face as I waved.


Focus Jiyong. Focus. Sandara Park is only a curiosity, you're not interested in her in anyway.


Right. My mind mocked.


The music stopped and the director approached me. He told me he didn't like how I entered and that we should do it again. I nodded. Sweat dripped from my face. It was hot tonight. He proceeded to talk to the crew and people began swarming the stage.


It was hot. I scanned the studio for any source of ventilation when I felt something cold touch my hand. I looked down.


"Water?" The prettiest girl, who has been invading my mind for quite some time now, asked. She pushed the water in my hands and I took it, briefly touching her hand in the process.


"Thank you." I said, before taking a huge gulp from the bottle. The coldness of the water chasing my thirst away. I sealed the cap back and saw her watching me.


"Yes?"


"You're sweating." She said and pointed at my forehead. She took a few facial tissues and dabbed them gently on my forehead.


"It's okay, Min-noona can do that." I said.


"Ah, unnie left early. She said there was an emergency at home and asked me to assist you out here." She was now wiping the sweat on my right cheek. Careful so as not to scratch me. 


"What happened?" I asked, watching her focus on my sweat. She briefly glanced at me before going back to wiping the sweat just under my lips.


"I'm not sure. She just said she had to leave already. Ah, right. Here." She held a gum for me. "She told me to give you this."


"Thanks." 


"No problem. Hey, can you lower down a bit?" She asked and I complied, lowering down till my eyes were levelled with hers. She pulled out a hairspray and sprayed it on her palm before 
touching my hair and fixing it. 


"Say, Dara."


"Hey, I'm your noona." 


"You don't look like a noona to me." 


"Of course, I do. Ah, whatever. What were you saying?" She put the hairspray back in her pocket and looked at me.


"Do you want to be my personal stylist?" I asked.


"What?" She asked and looked at me like she just heard the funniest joke in her life.


"Be my personal stylist." I said.


"No, thank you."


"Why not?"


"My abilities come with a great price, Mr. Kwon." She smiled and I felt my heart skipping a beat.


"Well, how much do they pay you to style Hitech and Crazy? I'll double that." I said.


She smirked, "Double? Mmm, no deal." 


"Hey, that's already double the pay you get."


"My pay depends on who my client is." she said before turning her back on me.


"Triple then." I said catching her wrist.


She looked back and said, "Hmm, I don't know." She smirked again.


What, is she playing with me?


"Then le--"


"We're ready to record now." The director's voice filled the room and I grunted. Sandara Park pulled her hand away and walked back to the dressing rooms.


My hand suddenly felt empty. 


The music began to play again and we kept on recording till the break of dawn. I lost my self to the music and the loud cheers. When the last beat of the music stopped, I bowed. I thanked everyone who came to see me tonight. I went to the director and thanked him together with the staff for the hard work. I was tired and I needed a bath. I exchanged a few more words with the director before deciding to call it a night.


One by one, people left. I followed my manager to the car parking lot when I remembered her. 


"Hyung? Can you go on first? Just leave the other car, I think I forgot something in the dressing room." 


"Huh? What did you forget?"


My heart.


"I'm not sure yet. I'll go check if I'm right. Just leave the black car. See you."


"Hey! Jiyong!" I ran back to the where the dressing room was. I passed by some of the crew and greeted them but didn't stop running till I reached the door to the dressing room we 
occupied a while ago.


I stopped, fixed my bonnet and flattened my blue jumpsuit. I turned the knob slowly while silently praying that I would still find her inside.


Click. Clack.


The door was locked. Damn, I missed her. I tried it again but it was really locked.


I sighed, defeated. I walked back out to the parking lot while looking at the ground.


I reached the black car and opened the car door. I went in and rode out of the building. A few people were still outside, some of them loading equipments onto trucks. Some of them waiting for a ride. I turned to a curb and slowed down. Just across the street, a beautiful girl emerged from a convenience store.


There she was, my sunshine.


She was wearing a white hoodie paired with black leggings and rubber shoes. She had pulled her hair down and was drinking something she got from the store. She walked a few 
steps to the street and stopped to wait for a cab. The wind blew her hair and she quickly pulled her hood up before going back to her drink. 


I drove slowly to where she was standing and stopped. My sunshine looked at my car and I lowered the window down. She peered down and snorted when she saw me.


God, why is she so beautiful?


"Need a ride?" I asked in the calmest voice I could muster.


"Depends on how much you charge." She said and I laughed inside. The girl knew how to play and it's driving me insane.


"Let's see... How about a date tomorrow night?" I asked with a smirk.


She looked at me and seemed to contemplate, "Hmm... Only if it's your treat." 

"My treat."

"Cool. You just got yourself a deal." She said with a grin and went in the passenger side. She extended her hand onto mine and I shook it to close the deal. 


SHIZZ! I think my sunshine just agreed to go on a date with me. Kwon Jiyong, you're a lucky BUZZTARD. I thought to myself with a grin.