His phone rang in the early hours of the night. On instinct he reached for his phone blindly. He answered the phone, he immediately recognized the voice.    "Come pick her up."    "She ok?"    "No."    "I'll be there soon."    They line went dead. Kim Jongin got up form his bed his feet already moving to their own accord. The same routine just a different day.    -   Jongin found her sitting on the curb of the street. The bouncer (and his friend Joonmyoen) was standing next to her keeping a watchful eye. Her hair was covering her face and she was nervously playing with her fingers. Jongin approached Joonmyoen and took him to the side.    Jongin ran a hand through his hair in pure frustration. "What happened?" Jongin paused trying to find the right words with out sounding harsh, "Hyung I told you not to let her in, no matter what."    "She hasn't even go in." Joonmyoen said.    "Huh?"    "She has been sitting there then she started crying. She kept asking me for a fix." Jongin glared at Joonmyeon. "Of course I didn't let her, so don't look at me like that."    "Thanks." Jongin bowed to Joonmyeon and went over to the fragile girl.    She looked up at him, Jongin never failed to be captivated by her simple beauty, her black hair was messily styled (form her running her hand through her hair so many times), her white dress gave off the aurora of pure innocence but her eyes told other wise. She smiled a broken smile and her lost eyes looked at the depths of his own. Jongin sat next to her on the concrete. He lost count how many times he would come pick her up.   They both sat their in silence watching drunk party pe