Leah's POV

January 2, 2015

"Your daughter is so beautiful, Paul," my dad's associate, Mr. Son, complimented me. "She has grown up since I last saw her."

My parents and I were in Seoul, South Korea, for one of their business conferences. They had a pretty large business that allowed them to travel around the world a couple times a year. I guess you could say that I come from a rich family.

I was on my winter break from school, and my parents brought me with them to Seoul. Adjusting to the time difference was okay, but I didn't really get to talk to my friends very much; because by the time I was about to go to bed, they were eating breakfast. I hadn't really had a chance to walk around the city, so the trip had been pretty boring.

"I'm still in denial that she's seventeen," my mom said as she held my hand.

"And about to graduate high school," my dad chimed in.

Mr. Son and my parents went from talking about me to a conversation about more business. I didn't really talk much, but I did daydream as I finished my meal.

"Leah?" my mom's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes, ma'am?" I returned to reality.

"Are you okay, honey?"

I nodded. I looked down at my empty plate that I had cleared. "May I be excused, please?"

"Go ahead, sweetheart," my dad chimed in.

I walked out of the penthouse and strolled down the street, my phone in my hand in case something happened. I observed the bright, city lights and busy pedestrians. My ears would pick up conversations, but I chose not to eavesdrop because I didn't even know Korean.

After a few minutes, my feet started hurting. I should have changed shoes, I thought to myself as I looked down at the ballet flats on my feet. Thankfully, there was a vacant bench nearby as if it was waiting for me to sit down.

I flopped down on it and took the liberty of taking off my shoe and began massaging my foot. When I finished with both feet, I checked the time.

7:15

Maybe I can stay for a few more minutes, I thought as I continued to rub my feet again.

…

Jungkook's POV

Practice had just ended, and I wanted some air. I walked outside, Taehyung tagging along. For the evening, the air was pretty fresh. The sky was kind of cloudy, so you couldn't see the stars. It was also cold out, but it felt good to me.

"Jungkook," Taehyung interrupted my thoughts after walking for a while, "look over there."

There was a bench in the direction of where he was pointing, but from what I could see there was a girl sitting on it. Long, sandy-blonde hair covered her head and shoulders; and she was rubbing her small feet. I couldn't see her face, so I couldn't see what she looked like.

"Okay," I answered my hyung in a way of being annoyed by him staying the obvious.

"There's a girl over there, sitting by herself on a bench," he stated.

"I know."

"So, go talk to her."

"Wae?" my nerves were going insane.

"Ne. She looks like a cute girl," Taehyung said as he pushed me towards the girl, "and I think she's from America."

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"Does that hair color look dyed to you?" he pointed out.

"True," I agreed.

"Go talk to her," Taehyung repeated as he gave me another push.

"Okay!" I gave in. "But, aish, don't push me."

As I began walking towards the girl, I realized I didn't know what to say to her without it being awkward. When Jin had first met his girlfriend Marriell, he tried talking to her in his best English; and she took him as an idiot at first but then agreed to go out with him. I guess I just didn't want to repeat history.

I'll sing to her, I thought.

I was about five feet from the bench when I began to sing "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars.

Her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'

Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her tryin'

She's so beautiful

And I tell her everyday.

She looked up as she put her shoe back on.

Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won't believe me

And it's so, it so sad to think that she doesn't see what I see

But every time she ask me do I look okay?

I say

The girl finally looked at me and made eye contact with. She was indeed from America. She wasn't even Asian at all, yet she was still so beautiful. All of a sudden I felt that she was something special. I couldn't describe what it was.

I continued singing:

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause girl you're amazing just the way you are