_____   ''Hurry up and bring the dresses over here! I need more of those black shoes! Where are my other models?!'' The director of the fashion show, Mr. Jang was trying to organize everything before the event began.  It was complete chaos backstage. People were bumping into each other and yelling. You ran back and fourth delivering things to the directors and trying to help them out as much as possible. ''Jung Ah!'' You heard a voice call from the back.  You quickly turned around to see Uee standing at the backstage entrance with a giant makeup box in her arms. ''Unnie! What are you doing here?'' You were surprised. ''I got a call from the director to do the model's makeup and hair. Do you mind helping?'' She simply asked. You looked behind you to see the chaos continue. ''Sure.'' You helped her unload the makeup and hair tools on a nearby black table. One by one the models began lining up. Time kept ticking and the yelling increased. The stress was over whelming, but you managed to finish the model's makeup on time. Beads of sweat ran down the side of your side as you sunk into the black arm chair, trying to catch your breath.  You've only been working for less than a month, yet it was hard to keep up. The stage lights didn't help your heated problem. You took a deep breath before standing back up. Kai and his father, the chairman of the company were out in front greeting the guests.  ''Hard isn't it?'' Hana said from beside you. ''Yeah it is.'' You barely breathed out. ''Congrats on lasting this long. Most employees wouldn't have even made it this far. They usually get fired in the first week or so.'' Hana explained. You only nodded, too tired to do anything else.  The preparations were done and the show would be starting in a few minutes. Models walked past you in their glamorous dressed. Dazzled with sparkles and glitter. It seemed more like a beauty queen pageant than a fashion show.  The backstage soon cooled down as people left to attend the party out in front. You stayed back, not really caring for the whole ordeal happening. All you wanted was to just go home and take a cold shower before sleeping under the blankets of moonlight. You sighed at the fantasy thought.  The director wouldn't let anyone go home. Being his stubborn self, he wanted the after party to be filled with people and cheer. Mr. Jang's definition on happiness meant men and women getting drunk and dancing the night away in a shower of champagne as well as glitter.  You shut your eyes and enjoyed the short moment of peace before it was interrupted by a very familiar voice. ''Unnie!'' Your eyes shot open. ''Min Hee?'' You couldn't believe she was here. She seemed to have caught onto your confused expression. ''Me, D.O, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol are here to congratulate Mr. Kim on his first and biggest fashion show.'' She explained before giving you a hug. ''You look tired. Are you okay?'' Her eyes grew worried. ''I'm fine.'' You assured her. The host's voice soon boomed throughout the entire building, indicating that the show has started. ''Aren't you going to watch it?'' You asked Min Hee, who had taken a seat beside you.  She shrugged. ''i'm not really interested. Besides i'd rather hang with you then watch models walk down the stage in their colorful clown outfits.'' You couldn't help but laugh at her comment.  The dresses were a bit ridiculous. None of the colors collaborated with the theme. Some of the dresses were just straight up funky. ''Did you see that olive green dress with the collar ruffles?'' Min Hee made a horrid face. ''I wouldn't wear it even if someone paid me.'' She giggled. ''Min Hee, Min Hee'' You shook your head at your immature dongsaeng.  ''How are things with you know who?'' She wiggled her eyebrows up and down at you. ''Yah....not here.'' You whispered harshly while looking around. ''I heard you moved in with him.'' Min Hee purposefully raised her voice and nudged you in the side.  You shot her a deadly stare. She ended up laughing. ''i'm only joking with you.'' She said. You two were so busy ingaging into your conversation that you didn't notice the models were already making their way out onto the stage.  You quickly left Min Hee to attend to the models. Mr. Jang was rushing again to get all of them out and making sure they looked perfect, even in their clown outfits which adored because he designed. ''Mr. Jang!'' Nana ran up, a phone attached to her ear. ''What is it?! Can't you see i'm busy here?'' He snapped.  ''Your top model couldn't make it because she sprained her ankle a few hours before her flight here.'' Nana explained. ''DAMN IT!'' Mr. Jang threw his glasses onto the floor. ''I should have never hired a Japanese model in the first place.'' He cursed under his breath.  The chaos began building up again as you watched him frantically running around trying to find a substitute model. Your headache came back again, so you walked to the side and slowly set down the sleek black dress the Japanese model was supposed to wear.  It was the most gorgeous dress out of the entire show. A french designer had hand made it and customized it for the model. It was a jewel that you couldn't even dream of wearing. Let alone touching it since it was covered in a outer wrapping. The french designer had collaborated with KSMH company and agreed to come to the fashion show if his dress would be shown.  It was rumored that the chairman (Kai's dad) rejected the request at first because he wasn't aware that the designer was working with KSMH. You silently massaged your heated temples and tried to tune out the loudness happening behind you.   You suddenly felt someone grab your wrist. ''Min Hee ah!'' You gasped as she dragged you over to Mr. Jang, who was still stressing over the substitute.  ''Here is your model.'' Min Hee pushed your forward. ''What?!'' You exclaimed still trying to recover from your massive migraine. ''I can't use her! She's a nobody. Nothing more than a minimum wage employee.'' He scoffed. ''I don't need her in my show.'' He stated firmly.  ''Go find me a professional then we'll talk.'' Mr. Jang his heel. He thought the whole ordeal was unprofessional and stupid. ''You can't be in control of something that you didn't design. Besides where else are you going to find a model?'' Min Hee grinned widely.  ''Go change unnie.'' She said without breaking her eye contact with Mr. Jang. You stood there not knowing what to do. ''What do you know about fashion and company matters?'' You asked her. Min Hee ignored your question.  ''She doesn't have any experience with modeling or dealing with an audience.'' Mr. Jang said before glaring at you. ''We'll never know until we try right director?'' She smirked again.  ''What if she falls and messes up my whole show?!'' He really didn't want you on that stage. ''That's a gamble i'm willing to take.'' Min Hee crossed her arms. ''Go Jung Ah.'' She directed. Hana and Uee approached you and lead you to the dressing room to do your hair, makeup, and to help you into the couture dress.  ''Only this one time. If she messes up then i'm getting her fired.'' Mr. Jang threatened before leaving. Min Hee chuckled and entered the dressing room. ''Why did you do that?'' You weren't happy with rebel Min Hee. ''Relax unnie, everything is going to fine. I'll be out in front. Capturing every single moment.'' She held up a camera before taking her leave.  ''Min Hee!'' You called, but she had already left. ''You got quite an interesting friend there.'' Hana unnie said. You didn't speak as they worked on you.  For the first time in your entire life you were being pampered with care. It felt strange to have someone doing your makeup and hair. The weird but satisfying feeling increased when you slipped into the dress. You held your breath as your unnie's zipped up the back and t