Things returned to a level of normalcy. The fall season's fashion line was coming out and I was busier than ever.

I was in the middle of a shoot where I was wearing a light gray tank top and an orange and brown plaid button up shirt with the front undone, and dark blue capris and red deck shoes. My hair was blown away from my face and I was leaning forward, my against a prop brick wall. I heard the door open and close but I paid it no mind and stayed focused.

My stylist called me back for another outfit. I came out with an orange dress with golden leaves along the bottom. It came to above my knees. I wore gray flats with little bows. My hair was pushed back with a red and silver plaid headband. I had my hands on my hips and my feet were angled towards each other.

I had the lights in my eyes, so I couldn't see whoever was in the dark. I was called back a few times, to try out an assortment of sweaters paired with blue jeans and a regular tee.

Finally, I was finished and the lights came on and I saw who it was who was there watching me. Jiyong. Without thinking, I ran into his arms and looked up to his face.

"You did well." he told me.

"Thank you." I blushed. I snuggled my face into his chest. He smelled fresh and sharp. His arms were a safe haven around me. I closed my eyes.

"Okay, you can let go now." he chuckled.

I groaned. "I'm too tired. I think I'll just sleep here, if you don't mind..." It took a while for me to register that he wasn't doing much to hide himself. He was wearing a hoodie, but the hood was down. His face was clearly visible. When I opened my eyes, we had gathered a crowd. I pulled away as fast as I could.

Mr. Song smiled. Somehow he managed to be there for every shoot that ever happened. "Kimmy, aren't you going to introduce us?"

I rolled my eyes at him. I mouthed a sarcas