"It's Kwon Jiyong! He's here, he's here!" Bommie squeals. 

  Dara tensed at the mention of his name.    'What the heck is that baboon doing here?'   Why can't she have at least one day of existence without him?   Chae and Mingkki looked at the direction that Bommie was looking at.    "Jesus, they're here again." Chae clucks her tongue, rolling her eyes. "That's Choi Seunghyun, Lee Seungri, Dong Youngbae and Kang Daesung. Wow, they are all here." She scoffs, "In New York." She adds bitterly.    "Ya! What's with that face unnie? It's not everyday we get to see the most powerful business tycoons and the sought after bachelors in one place." Mingkki gushes dreamily.    "I know, i know. I just didn't like that Lee Seungri guy. Too obnoxious and overbearing, if I may add. I happen to come across him with one of the events we hosted back in Seoul. He was with Youngbae and Youngbae is far better than that prick." Chae chided.   Bommie laughs heartily."If I knew better I'd say you got a thing for that Seungri guy."    Chae made a gagging sound and they all giggled.    "Kwon Jiyong is really something, huh?" Chaerin said. "He's like the totally mysterious guy next door type. I dunno. He's the opposite of that Seungrat. Its like he didn't crave attention at all." She shrugged and nodded at his direction.   Dara slowly looked and true enough, he seems occupied with his phone while his friends check girls out. He didn't seem to notice all the girls that are ogling him, all trying to catch his attention.    But it only makes sense, he's gay after all. But yeah, not that any of these girls know. Still, it brought a rush of pride to her veins. None of these girls have been with him or has ever probably spoken to him. To most of the female population, he's a god and she feels proud that she's actually the one who happens to not just know him, but his secret as well.    Her reverie was cut short when her phone vibrated, she glanced at the screen to see a text message from GD that just went in.    'Eh?'   GD: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???   Bwo?!    Aisht. What does he mean what is she doing here?!?   Dara: Duh, having fun with my girls, OBVIOUSLY. What's with the capslock? And hey why do you care? You're not supposed to talk to me!   She huffed in annoyance and looked towards his direction again but he was still looking down at his phone.    Her phone vibrated again.    GD: GO HOME, RABBIT. THIS PLACE ISN'T SAFE FOR YOU. DON'T TICK ME OFF ANY FURTHER OR I SWEAR I'D CARRY YOU HOME MYSELF IF I HAVE TO.   Really now?!?!    Is he poking fun at her again?    Despite herself, she slightly trembled in fear. He do looks pissed. For real though.    She watches as his eyes caught hers and yeah, he ain't kidding, dude's mad alright.   But what the hell is his problem? What's wrong with her being here? He can't tell her what to do! He can't boss her around!   Although she had to say, it feels great now that he's the one in a sour mood. Maybe it'd be worth having things turn around for them for once, this chance is rare anyway.    She smirks and quickly typed on her phone.    Dara: Blah blah blah. Who are you? My appa? Mind your own beeswax, Kwon. Talk to the handdddd. :p   He briefly peers at his phone before staring back at her eyes with an aghast expression.    Her lips curve into a lopsided smile and she raised a brow at him, pulling a mocking face at him.    Ha!    'Serves you right.'   She could swear she saw a dangerous glint in his eyes but she chose to ignore it, hell damn with his insecure arse.    She diverted her attention to what her friends are currently gossiping about.    "I heard Jiyong went to Tiffany's, some paparazzi saw him with a girl! Apparently he got couple rings!" Mingkki shook her head in total dismay.    Dara almost spit her drink.    Oh mannnnn.   "Chincha? I wonder who the girl is." Bommie pouts.    "Or why he's there. What did he purchase? I thought the guy doesn't do relationships?" Chaerin frowns.    Uh-oh. She instinctively hid the ring she was wearing.    Oh crap.    "I don't think it's a big deal." She coughs, "Um, you guys always point out how he's never been in a relationship with girls so probably twas just one of those flings. Or maybe the rings weren't even for them." She suggested.    Her friends turn their heads to look at her. She can feel her palm profusely sweating.    "Hmn yeah, knowing him, that's most likely the case." Bommie drops the subject and moved to the glorifying benefits of honey on her skin.    That was a close call.    Gosh.          Dara excused herself to go the ladies room.    She went through the dancing crowd and squeezed herself in the door to the washroom.    As she was washing her hands, she stared back at her reflection. This is the second time she's been out clubbing with her friends, at her age. Jeesh.    Two girls came in and smiled at her, she threw back a shy smile.    Aigoo, what is she? 12? Ugh.    She did miss out on a lot in life. She's been too sheltered her whole life.    She fixed herself in haste, not wanting to keep her friends worry again if she took too long. She went out but as she swung the door open, a drunk guy rushing to the next washroom bumped into her and she lost her footing.    She closed her eyes in horror, expecting her body to kiss the floor hard. Except it didn't happen.    Someone was quick enough to grab her by the waist, saving her from yet another bruising.    Oh thank you, Olympus!    She opened one eye to find a guy still holding her close. He's got the kindest eyes she's ever seen in her entire existence. He's korean too. Wow, there's too many of them out here in the big apple, eh?   His hair was brownish and he was looking at her as though in total surprise. There's a sense of familiarity in him that she can't quite put out.   God, she's most awful with names and faces, she hopes he's not some acquaintance she can barely recall.    "Careful there, missy." He smiles with what appeared to be the most genuine smile that she couldn't help but smile back.    She runs her hands through her dress and steps farther away from him, narrowing her eyes at him.    "Um, gomawo." She bows her head a bit.    "Have we met before? You know you look oddly familiar." His brows were furrowed.    She sweeps her eyes at him, he's really good-looking and lean.    She found him gawking back at her closely. He was taller so he was gazing down at her. He's wearing a frown, as though ransacking his brain as to where he's seen or met her before. He cocked his head to one side.    Dara shook her head and smiled. "I don't think so, mianhe."    He pursed his lips. "Hmn,