This was the first time she'd been to Seoul in a while. Yeji never really understood the whole 'I wanna live in a big city' hype and this visit did nothing but reassure her that she was good in her stance. She was there for one reason and one reason only (more like three if she was specific), she'd been asked by her friends to come see Yuna's first time as an opener at Seoul Fashion Week and who was she to say no when she'd seen the model's excited smile when she first told her the news. But, her love for Yuna wasn't enough to prevent her face from showing the annoyance she was feeling.    

                 
Traffic was hell, her taxi driver was being an , she was already 5 minutes late and ready to throw fists when Chaeryeong called her.

"Chaeryeong-ah, I'm ab-," she started but before she could even form a complete sentence the younger girl interrupted her.              

                                                  
"Unnie! Where are you? The show's about to start!" said Chaeryeong in a worried tone, Yeji loved her a lot but her voice really ticked her off in moments like this one.  

  
"I'm going to be there in 5, okay? Traffic's just been kind of a monumental today," replied Yeji in an anoyed tone. 

"Okay but hurry, I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Ryujin can't be here because she has a front seat," the younger said. Ryujin really had that many connections.

"Arasseo, I already see the building, bye." Yeji said before hanging up.          

               
When she finally reached the entrance she smiled at Chaeryeong, the younger girl was wearing a beautiful kneated beige dress, a brown belt defining her waistline and even if it was a simple outfit, the girl made it look elegant and chic, but before she could say hi she was pulled into the venue. Everything looked like she expected it to, after all, she wasn't unfamiliar with the fashion scene, the lights were a dim yellow and the decorations gave the room an intimate but elegant look, the marble walls gave it a refreshing touch and the velvet seats were occupied by stunning guests. Yeji felt a little out of place.                                       

The whole ensemble screamed sophisticated yet there she was, wearing the best outfit she was able to put on without feeling alien, Chaeryeong did compliment her on her effort but something about the looks on people's faces didn't let her be convinced by the kind words her friend had offered her. She would've over-analized things a little bit more but suddenly the lights went out, music started to play and she couldn't help but look at where the spotlight was signalling.                                                                                                                                
A name was announced, Lia Choi, and after a deep voice said things she genuinely wasn't paying attention to, in came Yuna. Standing tall she oozed confidence while sporting a serious but alluring look, Chaeryeong grabbed Yeji's arm while excitingly moving their interlocked hands side to side, it was all she could do to avoid screaming or reacting a little too much, and Yeji received it with as much excitement. They were proud of their youngest friend.

The show went on with Yuna making a few other appearances, giving her all in each one of them and by the time the show was ending Yeji found herself quite into it, the pieces were the kind of beautiful and glamorous everyone could understand, they weren't too abstract or too common, they were... perfect. She didn't expect to be that pleased with the show or the designer but she was, and she was going to share it as much as she could to make sure her youngest friend felt happy. In that instant, Yuna came in again and the whole setting changed, the spotlight didn't specifically follow her and the lights were less dim now, Yeji was curious about what was going on but when the name of the designer appeared again and a beautiful woman came out, she suddenly felt like an intruder in that place.

It made sense now, why she loved the show so much, why it somehow felt so familiar. It was because she helped planning it, in fact, she was the first person to ever see the first pieces ever made. She was really keen on this collection because she had been waiting for it, she had been waiting years to see a victorious smile plastered on the designer.     

Seeing that beautiful smile again brought her back to the time when it was only the two of them, lying in the middle of the corridor of Yeji's house, exhausted after setting up a runway in it just so Jisu could show her the new pieces she created. They weren't as good as the ones that were showing in the real show but something about their uniqueness and freedom would make her choose them over every other piece any day. The sudden memory brought a smile to her face, but when she heard the designer switch to perfect English she was reminded that the woman standing tall in the middle of the runway was not Jisu, it was Lia now and she had nothing to do with her. 

As if sensing her uneasiness, Chaeryeong held her hand and smiled at her. "That was one heck of a show, right Unnie?" asked the girl, and Yeji notices she was oblivious to what she was feeling but still, the gesture somehow comforted her. 

"It was much better than I expected, and Yuna was amazing!" Yeji replied, masking her disappointment with genuine care and pride for the model she was there for.    

"Let's go look for Ryujin then, I hope with her connections we can get to see Yuna now," said Chaeryeong and Yeji was once again reminded that their other friend was there. 

And basically summoned by Chaeryeong, Ryujin surprised Yeji by backhugging her, then proceeding to kiss her girlfriend after seeing the pout she had on her face, most likely because she didn't greet her first. They were a cute couple, but Yeji still found it uncomfortable when they displayed their affection without minding about others.

         
"U-uhm guys, why don't we go find Yuna?" asked Yeji, instantly breaking the kiss between the other two.                                     

"Ah, her manager told me she'd tell me when we could go," replied Ryujin, smiling at her older friend, once again hugging her. "I missed you, Unnie. You should come to Seoul more often."

"You know it's too much of a hassle for me, besides, I wasn't even here for 30 minutes and I was already annoyed to no end," the older girl said. She might come more often for her friends but she wouldn't tell them that just yet, this little trip made her realize how much she misses them. 

In that moment Ryujin received a message from Yuna's manager and they made their way to where she was. It was in moments like these where they were thankful for Ryujin's job, she was a very famous writer and producer working for JYP and it just so happened that Yuna was signed under that same company. They walked for 5 more minutes, dodging everyone, from famous people to busy staff running around guiding others to the exit, until they saw Yuna's tall figure excitingly talking to someone they couldn't really recognize because their back was facing them. The way Yuna was smiling made Yeji so happy she couldn't help but call her name.

 
"Yuna-yah!" shouted Yeji, not too loud as to not cause a scene in the middle of that hectic room. 

"Unnie! Oh my God you actually came!" said Yuna instantly recognizing the voice that called her. She excused herself to the person she was talking to and rapidly made her way to the older girl, who was waiting for her with open arms. They hadn't seen in each other in months so their hug was very bone crushing. 

Yeji was hugging Yuna tightly when the person the younger girl was talking to turned around and suddenly she was paralized. Jisu looked beautiful from afar but she wasn't prepared to see her upclose, her delicate features were even more breathtaking than she remembered them to be and her small frame looked too hugable, but any intention she had of holding the girl was gone when she registered the look on her face. Nothing had been forgotten.

Yuna broke the hug and called the designer to present her to her friends. The small girl made her way to them, a soft