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nineteen.

"Holy fuck, is that —? No way it isn't right?"

Her words faltered, tapping at her friend's shoulders and pointing towards the male dressed in his navy suit and a female with a maroon dress standing beside him with her arms entangled with his. "Jaemin? Yeah I doubt that it would be him." Eun-Yi denies her friend's suspicion at the man, with his dark hair slicked back, swirling the glass of red wine in his hand with his other tucked in his pocket.

But he looks just exactly like him.

"Pictures first, gotta treasure the fact that you're here with me today, then we eat from the delicacy of food, then we try to fit in somewhere or just jam to the band." Eun distracts Areum from her current train of thoughts, and she nods diligently in reply. Eun-Yi is the only solution to how Areum was going to make it out of this night unscathed.

On the average day of an average life of an average person like Areum, pictures means going forward to a stranger on the streets to take a picture on her new Iphone she recently bought, which she'll then begrudgingly post to it on her Instagram feed after some contemplations and convincing from others. This is not an average day, and these are not the average lives of an average person. Taking pictures here means hiring professional photographers with entire setups, standing with their cameras held up to their eyes, poised and ready for the next shot. It means couples, stepping in front of a gorgeous backdrop and posing, over and over, as five photographers at once crammed together to get their best angle, the cleanest shot.

Eun-Yi is already ushering her way with Areum over in front of the photographers, immediately striking one of her classic, perfect poses as she flails about, trying to figure out what to do with her hands. "Just relax and smile just like how you always do. You're stunning so show them the way you do like on your Instagram feed." Eun advises, even standing beside her, she can see the panic in Areum's eyes in her periphery vision.

Areum's figure is one too many would adore, perfect curves of her torso, long yet amazingly thin lower body, her figure was the epitome of perfection in woman, she's everything one needs. And so, she stood there relaxed with a gentle smile curved upon her lips, as the photographers switched positions to get different angles, with her head tilted towards the side a little. Areum may not have millions of dollars to her name or family wise, but it's a Friday night and she's living the life of a billionaire with no responsibilities. She deserves to relax a little instead of cooping in her bedroom and drown in the thoughts of the thick history book.

A few clicks of buttons and flashes, Eun's nudging Areum out of the backdrop, Areum's stomach rumbles. Clearly, the few bagels she had consumed in the morning were insufficient or maybe it's just because she's been eating at the university's dining hall which provided food, and is probably going to throw up if she gets another bite of rice with soggy gravy vegetables, she wants something expensive on her tongue, slowly savouring it.

"If you want to, you should try the caviar. It's delicious. The salmon is good too, very very fresh, give it a try. The steak with black pepper gravy is a big yes and Kimchi is as good as usual, too. Maybe just take a little of everything, skip the rice." Eun-Yi instructs as they walk around the tables, Areum placing servings the size of quarters onto her plate of the twelve metal containers containing different dishes way out of her league. Eun sticks to some ribs, a slice of pan-seared salmon, and a small scoop of rice by the side of her plate.

Eun has the spoonful of rice in her spoon, all ready to be devoured before a voice is distracting her current action she's about to carry out. "Eun-Yi?" A middle aged woman with a white furry scarf is hanged around her neck with a pink chinese traditional qi-pao like dress. "Mrs. Lee!" Eun Yi greets with her face immediately lighting up. The woman goes in for a hug, a barely-touching pat of the shoulders and hands.