We're seated in a row of chairs. Around these expensive smelling models and fashion executives, who can't stop picking At their expensive clothing trying to floss. Now that I might not see that girl again I'm totally bummed out.    "Look at that lovely overcoat. " Himchan sighs next to me pointing at the models strutting down the runway.    "I'm gonna go to the restroom." I whisper in his ear. Standing up.    "Be back in 3min." He threatens me. Why does he want me to get back so fast it's not like there's anything special for me to see. Is there?     Just 2 minutes in I'm in the fancy restroom I didn't really need to use it. I just wanted to get out of there.   I complained all of my career about not really getting to interact with the models, what for? They're the most uppity people I've ever witnessed in my life... My father was right they are just "coat hangers". They're only good for displaying merchandise.     I wash my hands and freshen up not caring that I wipe my moist hands on my expensive suit pants. Himchan would defiantly be pissed. The door opens. I keep my eyes focused on drying my hands under the air dispenser, but this man walking in seems a little suspicious... He's pacing back and forth.     He's also whispering to himself, it's very uncanny. I look through the reflection of the mirror watching him, trying to see if he realizes I'm staring. Once he stops pacing he smiles brightly with the most bizarre smile I've ever seen.    "I'm bothering you aren't I?" He reacts to my stiffness. Holding his hands against his face in a praying position.     I examine his attire. He's dressed the most casual out of all the guest in this function. Just a plain white button up with sweat pants, and Jordan's. Why so simple? But there's something else I noticed in his shirt pocket, sticks out a white rose. That's very familiar.    "No you're not bothering me. I was just leaving..."    "Wait!" He holts me surprisingly. "Looks like you like white roses. You kept staring at mines?"    "It's just, I've seen that before. On someone else, but it's not a big deal really." I hold onto the door trying to hurry up the response so I can get out of this restroom.   "Ok if you say so." He responds than turns around going into the stall.     I shift my body away from the door as if it is contaminated. I never felt that uncomfortable in my entire life. I've been so house bound lately I can't even have civilized small talk.  Rushing back to my seat, i can already see himchan's tuned up 'duck mouth'. He's pissed...   "Well you're finally back."   "Sorry I was caught up. What I miss?"    "I said 3 min, it's a quarter til." He complains aggravated.    "Channie stop with that time watch talk. You no I don't follow, now what did I miss?"    "Well at least you didn't miss... Her." Himchan sighs as that familiar young lady walks out down the runway.    Just like before her sweet bronzed chocolate skin glows again. Illuminating my eyes. Why does she come in and take everyone's attention with the blink of an eye? She's modeling a flowing gown similar to the one she was wearing the walked thought door. Just there's a difference she's holding a red bouquet of roses. With bright red lipstick... Her hair is out of the pinned bun it was once in. Now she has wild tight curls    "Um, himchan what's her name?" I whisper to myself not even recognizing he got from his seat. He's in another section with some other models. What a good friend...    Once she walks to the end of the stage I notice how close she is to my seat. I wanna just leap up and grab her into my arms, oh god how can I feel this way about a stranger?  I don't even know her name.  Just like wished her eyes meet mines. She looks down to my level and smirks slightly. It's exhilarating the rush I'm feeling, it's like I'm on the greatest high just looking into her eyes.    Before I know it she's walking back to the entrance of the catwalk. I can smell her scent leaving me. it takes over my spirit to the point I'm walking back stage to where she's heading. Am I really following her? I guess so... I can already tell this won't go out well by the numerous amount of body guards standing by the door. Only Letting people in who have backstage passes...   "You can't enter...." The tall bearded man demands me pushing me back. With a strong hand against my chest.    "I just wanna see that girl." I reach my hand over his arm and point to the curtain blocking me from her presence.    Another guard comes out of the curtain and places a hand on the current guards shoulder.  "Chill man this is jung hoseok's son."    The other guard takes off his shades and looks directly at my face. "Oh wow. Dae, dae I hardly recognized. Never seen you dressed up so sharp."  "Come on in." He insists placing his hand on the curtain pulling it back.   "Thanks..." I nod. Brushing past the tall men.     Entering the backstage there are models walking around , changing different clothing. Also there is the smell of a ton of different fragrances. My mind stays free and nonchalant. I don't understand how I'm being this bold all of a sudden... I'm focused on one thing.    Finding this girl.    "What are you doing back here daehyun?" A random model questions me with her body fully exposed in nothing but her . She caresses my neck as she leans closer to me.    "Excuse me?" I forcefully push her off of my face just before she jumps my bones. She grabs at the drapes of my clothing trying to pull me back as I walk off to find my mystery girl. .. "Young lady please calm yourself." I plead yanking her hands off me she starts to get bothered by my forceful actions of rejecting her.    "You think I'm ugly don't you!!?" She wines suddenly causing a scene with a group of other coworkers surrounding.    "Yoona! Behave yourself girl." A group of girls crowd up to her and drag her to the chairs as passes out on it. "I'm not drunk I only drunk one glass!" She complains laying on the chairs lined up against the wall. Next to a rack of clo