song: Venus - Shinhwa

    ---   'I don't want to live like a Cinderella, living a hard life only to have stupid dream of meeting her Prince Charming, I just need a fairy godmother to escape from the continous streak of exhausting frustrations in life, or maybe, I'm just wishing for a mother.'   ---   "Heechul-ah, are you sure you want to do this?"   "Are you seriously asking me that? Do I look like I have a choice? I'm wasting my time trying to collect money slowly when Chulhee's life is at stake. The doctor said she needed an operation fast. Anymore delay and her situation might get worse, and then chances of operation success would go down as well. You know what? I don't want to think anymore. I'm going to work, work and work my off with whatever I could, or if I have to...I'll just rob the bank."   "Ya, Heechul-ah..." He didn't know what else to say to the person he regarded as his best friend in this city. He knew Heechul didn't meant those words. Yet he understood how desperate and scared Heechul must have been feeling after hearing those alarming news from the doctor. Being poor was never a big problem for them. They just lived according to how they could afford. But things are different when life is at stake, and not just any of their lives which they don't perceive important, but life of the person extremely dear to them, and the reason Heechul lived so diligently. The life of Heechul's only family member left in this world. Kwanghee could imagine how that felt, thus, he dared not scold Heechul for any of his thoughtless words.   The only thing he could do is to do his best to help ease his friend's burden in any way Heechul would want him to help.   This being one of it.       "Okay, let's go in."   "This is the place?" Heechul sounded shocked, which didn't surprise Kwanghee. Even he himself was shocked at first when he was told this is the place of a stylist prodigy. But after learning more about her and her rebel ways of living against the stereotyped lifestyle of a Seoul's high-end top styling academy's heiress, he had gotten used to it. In fact, he felt grateful someone as strange as her exist, choosing to live and work inside a cheap, literally hole-in-the-wall unit in the back alley of the night club he worked at, instead of her mother's luxurious academy where she could hone her skills properly with all the equipments a stylist prodigy could make good use of. A rebel she is, and a little eccentric at that, but for many people using her services for the kind of price she charged them, she's like an angel, or rather, a fairy godmother, who changed ugly ducklings into Cinderellas without any use of rats and pumpkins or magic, or heck, even without surgery knives.   "Excuse me, can we come in?" Kwanghee pushed the door and peeked inside the small room used as her styling studio. Colourful cloths and wigs scattered and mounted everywhere covering most empty space on the concrete floor. She was nowhere to be seen, though.   "You're already in, Kwangheat." A head suddenly appeared from beneath all the messy cloths, making Heechul almost jumped in shock.   "Ommo, Gyuri-ssi, stop calling me that. Aish. What are you doing under all those cloths?"   "Drawing...and hiding from you. Haa."   "Ommo. How could you say that, Gyuri ssi?"   Heechul exchanged his suspicious stare between his friend and the girl with short haircut and tomboy-ish style in her baggy jeans and plain black hoodie, both seemed friendly with each other, exchanging banter even though she had a serious, no-nonsense straight face all the while, making their little exchanges look even weirder to Heechul. She does have the rich girl look though her somewhat shabby appearance helped to hide it.    'This is what he called stylist prodigy? Doesn't seem like it from the way she herself dresses. Heh.'     "Kwangheat, do you want to be styled as w