"Is this okay?" I asked anxiously.

"Hmm, I think the black blazer goes better with that." Hara answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Ne, Hara's right, that color, just doesn't go right with that undershirt."

It was the day before YoonA's competition. The day after YoonA invited me, I immediately told Hara. I told her a shorter version of how she invited me, of course I left the part about, Hara being our topic and yes, THE KISS.

The kiss. Every time I think about it, I still get the same feeling, like it just happened. I get the feeling of falling down into a dreamy light state. I even start to blush whenever I rewind what happened. I sighed. I still keep thinking that what happened was just impossible, surreal. I just never really expected it to happen, but then again, I still feel blessed. 

"Tae Min? Are you okay?" Hara was snapping her fingers to wake me up.

I nodded. 

"You're spacing out again. I'm guessing you're thinking of unni again." She teased. 

"Aniyo." I said, shaking my head. Oh god! I hope my mom didn't hear what she said.

"Unni? Who?" My mom asked. Oh god. Too late.

"Oh, nothing ajumma." She smiled.

I glared at Hara and she only gave me a smirk, but I'm glad umma didn't say anything further.

After trying on all the clothes that Hara bought, umma then anounnced that she will fix us tea and cake. So she left me and Hara alone folding and fixing all the garments. After finishing she sat on my desk chair and I settled on my bed. 

"Thanks again for all of these."

"It's no problem." She beamed.

"Though I wonder where'd you get all the clothes?" I mean, I wasn't exaggerating when I tell you that what she bought wouldn't even possibly fit into my closet. And I question how could've she had all these, then I just assumed that she may have an older brother.

"It's my mom's. She's a designer. These are actually prototypes for her new collection. I'm actually glad that these clothes fit you."

"OMO! She is? I didn't know that."

"Ne. She's been to the famous fashion capitals. Milan, Paris, New York and lots more."

"Wow. But is she really okay with me borrowing her clothes?"

"Ne. She's actually really glad that I got to ask her something this time. We never spend much time together so she was so ecstatic when I called her yesterday and turn in a favor."

I smiled. "Then I'm really glad my fashion crisis brought the two of you closer together."

She laughed hard. "That was a good Tae Min." 

I beamed, but I was pleased though, at least at some point I indirectly made Hara happy. I promised her cousin that I'll become a good friend to her, so at least I scored one now. 

"Do you want to be like her?" 

"On being a designer? Yes, I absolutey do." 

"Weh?"

"I was awed by her work. She expresses herself through her creations and a lot of people admire her a lot because of her work. Maybe that's why I took Drawing as my major, to be exactly like umma."

"Did you're heart beat fast?" I asked out of nowhere.

She looked at me curiously. 

"Well someone told me, that once you'll know what you want, you're heart will beat so fast. For her, it was an indicator that it was something she's sure about."

"Well it didn't, but when I was a kid, as soon as I thought of becoming a designer, it never changed even until now."

Then mom called us out to go downstairs. We went to the kitchen and on the table are three slices of chocolate cake that she baked earlier this afternoon. We took our seats and started eating the cake. In the middle of it, my mom suddely throwed us a question. 

"So how long since you've been dating?" She asked.

"Umma!" I unexpedtedly raised my voice. Hara laughed at her question. "Umma, we're not in that relationship." I explained.

"Okay okay, no need to raised your voice."

"So you're friends then. Hara, has he been doing great at school?" She asked.

"Ne ajumma. He does exceptionally well in his classes, I assumed, since he placed 8th on there whole year." 

"He is?" Umma asked, shock. Then she glared at me, I know what was in her mind. "Why didn't you tell me this?" 

"It's just in the middle of the year umma, I think it would  be better if I tell you about my success if I'd still be on the top even on the end of the year." I explained.

"Ne ne, but still you should tell me all of these next time, okay?" 

"Yes, you make you umma really proud Minnie."

"Minnie?" Hara said, trying not to laugh.

"Ne, it's his nickname when he was still a kid."

"Umma!" I said dismissively.

"Yes, but only our family call him that. He doesn't want to use it outside."

Who would even want to? 

"Umma, please stop." I said, begging her already.

"Okay okay. I'll stop. So where are you going tomorrow?" 

"Ballet competition." Hara answered.

"Omo! I never thought that he was into those thing. But there was one time when Minnie was a great dancer, do you wanna see?" She asked, beaming.

"Ne." Hara smiled. Then umma got my chilhood albums. Again it was taken out from the secret stash.

I didn't have the heart to stop them anymore. Maybe because umma was having fun and Hara was actually laughing. I didn't even get angry when my mom told Hara embarrassing stories about me, instead I just joined them both. I even answered some questions and finished the stories umma was saying.

Before dinner, Hara already bid goodbye. "Aren't you staying for dinner?" 

"Aniyo ajumma. My family's having an important dinner. Sorry."

"Ne, just come visit whenever you want." Umma said.

When I walked her towards our gate, her driver was already there waiting for her. 

"See you tomorrow. Be ready at 3 okay?"

"Okay. Be careful." I said.

She nodded and entered her car, then left. 

When I entered the house my mom suddenly said to me, "She's a very nice girl, I wouldn't be even mad if you date her."

"Umma, stop. She's just a friend, that won't happen."

"Ne ne, you'll never know."

"I won't be eating dinner umma. The cake already made me full. I'm gonna finish my paper today." I said, then I left her and went to my room. 

I opened my bag and brought out all the books I needed for my paper. I even had the outlined noted I had from the library. I typed them down on my laptop. I put my earphones on and started my work. After finishing my work I looked at the time and looked at my clock. It was already midnight. So I set my books aside and shut down my laptop. When I opened the drawer to put my iPod in, I saw a pink box. It was the gift I remebered getting for YoonA the day that she invited me. I thought that flowers weren't enough, so I decided to buy her such a small thing. I just hope she'll like it. I hope tomorrow will be a great day. 

The next day I exactly put on the clothes exactly as what Hara arranged them too. I even fixed my hair more special than what I do in an ordinary day. At 3, I went down and waited for Hara. I was sitting with my family downstairs. My noona and umma kept telling how handsome I am, that I was already a grown man. I smiled at every compliment they throw at me. Then I heard a car horned.

"That must be her. Annyeonghaseyo!"

I went towards the gate and saw her standing there. Hara had her hair curled and put it in a pony tail. She was wearing a white to with a red pleated knee-high skirt. Her chained bag hooked on her shoulders.

She turned towards me and smiled. "I was right, that blazer goes well with that undershirt."

"Ne, thanks again. You look pretty though." 

"You look great too. So shall we go?"

I nodded. Her driver opened the door and we both went it. The ride was silent, we didn't talk at all. Hara just wasn't her usual self. I kept thinking that maybe she wasn't feeling alright, but I didn't want to ask. So instead I just looked outside and watch the people, buildings and cars we were passing by. Then the car stopped. I looked outside and it looks like we were in a wide parking lot. "We're here." Hara finally spoke. 

Her driver opened the door. I went out first then waited for Hara. I didn't see it but it seemed like we were walking to a big building. When we got it we went inside the elevator. She pushed the button for the fifth floor. Again Hara didn't speak, so when the elevator stop I followed where she was headed. She stopped in front of a doubled door, and when she opened it, I realized with was the biggest stage I'd ever seen. She pulled my hand and guided us to our seats. When we sat down, she greated the people that were seated in front of us. 

"They are YoonA's parents." She said, after greeting them. I didn't actually see what they looked like but I felt a little disappointed at myself, I should've greeted them. 

Then the curtain opened, the emcee said, "Next is, Im YoonA from Korean Arts Academy, dancing to Swan Lake."

Then she came out. She was a white costume, her tutu was white with purple stripe on the end. She also was wearing a crown. 

She was amazing. She was so graceful with the way she moved. I was captivated by her every twist and turns. Her curves she done so perfectly. She was really a beautiful swan. A swan in flight, defying gravity. She was indeed perfection. This was it, this what was she was working for months for, doing for years, now I know why she choose this. It showed in her emotion, in every powerful move, this is what really makes her a real ballerina.