The stereo blasted, playing the instrumental of my, soon to be, debut song. I danced and the mirrors around the room mirrored me; the cloud and blue sky background gave the room a lighter feeling but not enough for me to feel alright. The dim orange lights lit the room slightly; the wooden floors squeaked with my sneakers on them. My sky blue hoodie wrinkled and the strings twirled as I danced. I ended my dancing with a graceful arabesque; the door slightly opened but I ignored it seeing as I was not in the mood to talk.

"Ya…That's her…" whispered someone; I continued to ignore the voices.

"She's very skinny…Does she diet?" asked another voice but deeper.

"I hear she doesn't have to; her metabolism is like whoosh!"

"She dances pretty nicely…could use a bit of work though…" whispered someone, calmly. Hearing this, I slammed down my workout bag and huffed.

"Ya! Who do you all think you ar-…" I froze as I turned to see them. "Su-Su-Super…Junior!?" I covered my mouth with my long hoodie sleeves and bowed rapidly. Two of them chuckled and they all entered the room one by one. I had never seen them in person even though I was contracted under SM Entertainment; they were more gorgeous in person. As they entered, they semi-circled around me; I began to breathe heavier.

"What's your name? We've only heard rumors about you…" asked Shindong.

"Jangmi…Rose…" I whispered, gripping harder onto my gym bag.

"Ah I like that name!" exclaimed Donghae; I smiled. It wasn't my real name but I always adored the name Rose, so I gave it to myself. Just then, he stepped up; my toes were squirming in my shoes.

"How old are you? We think you're no more than eighteen" said Leeteuk; his golden hair shined more due to the orange lighting. I gulped and breathed out, laughing a bit.

"I'm twenty-two…I know I look far from it" I replied with a smile across my face; my hands were more relaxed and I lowered my bag a little. They all awed, touching my hair and skin in response.

"You're one of the few Americans that age well!" called out Ryeowook; I laughed at everyone.

It's true; I'm the first non-Korean American to be signed under SM Entertainment. Some believe it was just pure luck and that they were all in a good mood that day; others tell me it is because I look young and innocent but I just say "It's Gods Plan".

"Your hair is so long…Is it real?" asked Kyuhyun. I laughed out loud and nodded, saying I've never cut my hair before; they continued to observe me.

I curtsied slightly and fixed my hair which was medium brown with natural blonde streaks; I guess you can call me a dirty blonde. Yesung smiled at me and waved; I waved back.

"I have to get going everyone…I have acting practice in a few. Will I see you all, again?" I really hoped I would since they were so amazing, in my opinion. They all nodded and patted my back as I left; I turned to wave goodbye. Leeteuk and Yesung were in the front, waving while the others began to get ready for their practice, I assumed. I walked down the hallway, left with their new song blasting; I entered the office and was approached by the man who signed me onto the company.

"Annyeonghaseyo, sir" I said and bowed, still holding my navy blue and black gym bag. My gray hood fell over my head and messed with my hair; I fixed my hair and hoodie as I stood up. The man bowed in response and told me to sit down, so I obeyed.

"It's almost time for you to debut…Excited?" His hands were intertwined and were placed under his chin, supporting his head; he wore a black suit.

"Ne! I'm very excited." I smiled and rested my bag upon my lap. He grinned and then rested his hands on the wooden table.

"Then we have a certain manner to discuss…You need to…How can I say this? Appeal to the audience…"

I gave him an inquisitive look as he said this and frowned. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Let's be honest…You're flat-chested."

I froze as he said these words; the memories of my chest size being joked about came rushing in my head. Tears almost fell from my cheeks but I just gripped my bag harder and held them back. "And what do you want me to do about it, if I may ask…"

Just then, the man pulled out a sheet and a pen from a top wooden drawer. "We'd like you to get surgery to increase their…Size…" He pushed the sheets closer to me and intertwined his hands; my heart began to beat faster and my palms began to get clammy. My eyes were wide and the room began to get blurry, suddenly a black aura began to surround the corners of the room and tunnel vision soon followed.

"A-and i-if I re-refuse?" I asked, stuttering every word and I gripped the legs of my seat. The man sat back and put his hands on the edges of the desk in front of him.

"You have the right to refuse…But it would benefit you…Greatly."

"Can…C-C-Can I think…A-about it?" I hadn't blinked for nearly thirty seconds. The man put his hands on his lap with disapproval drawn on his face; he sighed.

"Ne…But you have exactly two hours otherwise…Your absence will be taken as a refusal…"

"I-I understand" I replied as I stood up, throwing my gym bag over my right shoulder. "I must head to my acting classes…Thank you…" I bowed only to be interrupted.

"Your classes were canceled since I had called you into my office."

"Oh…Thank you…" I bowed once again and slowly left the room, hearing nothing more than the carpet rubbing against the bottom of my shoes. My hand turned the silver knob and exited the office, slowly closing the door behind. My lungs made a sigh escape and my eyes began to release rivers of tears until I finally collapsed on the floor.

What am I doing? I'm, seriously, overreacting! So what if the guy asked you to…To get implants…He's just…

I sniffled as I thought this.

He's just being honest…

I pounded the floor with my cupped fist and ran through the halls. My eyes were tightly shut and I could hear nothing more than the burst of air I was creating, running at who knows how many miles per hour. Suddenly I heard the shuffling of footsteps and the clinging of, what appeared to be, chains. My eyes shot open and I gasped as I ran into this person; a bang could be heard as our bodies hit the white and red walls.

I froze for a second, no thoughts running through my mind; my eyelids slowly rose to find my hands gripping a gray shirt and a brown and dark green plaid jacket. I gasped and looked up to find a shocked Yesung looking down at me; my hands released his shirt and jacket instantly and I stood back only to be stopped by his hands holding my back.

"Y-You ok?" stuttered Yesung, two of his fingers tapping lightly on my back. My mouth slightly opened and I blinked rapidly.

"Y-Yeah! I'm so sorry…" My hands were in fists that gently rested on his chest; I felt his breath on my forehead and nose. My mind went numb for a second as we stared at each other but he interrupted by clearing his throat.

"Why were you running?" Yesung asked with analyzing eyes. I lowered my hands and he released my back, allowing me to step a bit away from him; I fixed my clothes, patting down my jeans and hoodie.

"It's a long story! Trust me; it's nothing you want to he-"

He interrupted me with "I would really like to hear…" causing me to freeze for a moment. I cleared my throat and played with my long fingers.

I gave him the full story as we sat on the floor, leaned against the white and red walls. My arms hugged my knees that were pressed against my chest with my hoodie strings dangling on the side. The listening man sat "Indian Style" with his one hand resting under his chin and the other relaxed on his knee. I huffed and dug my face into my knees.

"And that's when I ran into you…" I looked at him and he nodded.

"Oh…I'm really sorry to hear that." I sat up as he said this, smiling. "But I don't see why you would need plastic surgery. You're fine!" It was then I noticed where he was looking and my mouth shot open, looking up and down.

"YA! Where do you think you're looking!?" I yelled, moving closer to him with a pointing finger; he was stunned.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to but I mean…A-"

I laughed as he tried to explain himself and put my hand on his knee, causing him to jump a bit.

"I know you didn't mean to!"

I giggled and leaned back against the wall, with my knees to my chest and my arms resting on them. Yesung was still a bit embarrassed and shy, leaning back against the wall with his hands intertwined and his eyes looking straight forward, unable of what to say next.

"So…Tell me about yourself." I said, looking at him to find he wasn't returning a look.

"Like?" Yesung asked, kind of coldly.

"Well…I know you have a younger brother and you love your family a lot. Tell me about your family!" I gestured at him, now turning my body in his direction; he lightened up a little bit. He told me about his family, the gifts he was given, etc.; I enjoyed listening to him.

"Ah interesting…" I replied with sleepy-looking eyes. "Family is very important." Yesung smiled and nodded, turning his body to me. I felt connected to him and like we've known each other for awhile. He asked about my family so I gave him the whole story; most of which were very sad. Yesung frowned occasionally and tried cheering me up at sad parts; I explained to him that I was ok now but I'm grateful he cared so much.

After an hour of talking, it was time for us to go our ways. We exchanged numbers and emails to keep in touch; after all, he had such a busy schedule. I put out my arms that suggested a hug and he was a bit timid; I walked toward him and hugged him. He didn't exactly hug back but I assumed he was too shy; I released my hug, smiled and ran down the hall way, looking back at him and waving goodbye. Yesung smiled, waving back until he walked away.

It's nice to meet a new friend…