We all want that "somebody", the one we cannot define that easily. 

As difficult as it may sounds, finding the one who is going to love you unconditionally will just happen to come one day. 

And when that precious day arrives, you should embrace and cherish every depth of it, even if it hurts your darkest deepest parts. 

Because that "somebody" will love you the way you are without looking at all your flaws.

Let's dive into such a story of longing. It is my tale to tell anyway. 

Being kicked out of law school is one major setback, but the way to make amends with life is the other. I had to give someone the benefit of the doubt, even if that someone happened to be me. 

Sacrificing a lot of valuable connections, I landed a modeling gig after a long time of struggling in this industry. And not a random job, a commercial for a huge cream soda company that would allow me to expand my sources for fashion brands and more.

I was noticeably nervous, tapping my left foot on a non-existing beat while rehearsing my lines in the middle of the studio. The lights were getting checked thoroughly, multiple camera's were set correctly as a measurement tape filled my eye corner. 

This sight made me blink, diverting my view to the one who was holding the wire.

Time stopped, the shiny black pearl orbs and boxy jawline made my heart go crazy. The assistant director's meager smile broke me out of my daydream, getting a check of reality while I continued reading my script in my head over and over again. Cueing to start while the clapperboard hid the front of my face, my awaited journey finally set its sprint. 

In the first cut, I forgot what I had to say. 

Second, I could not hold in my contagious laughter. 

Third, I forgot my lines again. 

Fourth, everything went perfect except for the soda can that frizzed up somehow, disappointing every single soul in the studio at once. 

Unlucky me, they had a replacement ready as if they knew I was going to blow it. The threatening tears filled my deep brown eyes, running away from the scene was probably the best decision I had made till that date.

Cries were the only resonance heard on the stairwell, myself cramped up on one of the treads while the water ran down my blushed cheeks. Why did I hate myself in that moment? I had brought myself up to it, wearing a ridiculous outfit while reciting cringey lines that would have been displayed on billboards all over the country. 

Nobody would pity a girl like me, I did not even deserve the attention as it is my own damn fault. Blowing out some air from my mouth, I heard a pair of shoes shuffling closer towards my right side. My deep brown eyes met a black plastic bag, shooting my look right through the iron stair bars while my breath hitched. 

That guy, the assistant director, had an assumingly mango flavored ice popsicle in his left hand, taking a generous bite while staring blinkingly at me. His black pearl eyes motioned to the bag as he nudged it in my direction. 'Eat up. You look like you need it.'

My dry lips trembled, the thought that someone was caring for me did me some good, taking the shopping bag from his right hand while I expressed my gratitude by bowing. He walked a couple of steps to the back, leaning his spine against the wall. The guy did not utter a single letter, eating his gift in the same way while my tears eventually stopped oozing out. 

Making me shudder out of my thoughts again, the assistant director came up to me while taking his right hand in my way through the iron stair bars again. 'Finished?'

Nodding weakly at his question, he took the empty wooden stick from my hands only to come back and sit on the flight beneath me. His actions kind of surprised me, lowering his black bomber jacket as it revealed the white canvas of his t-shirt while the guy took a black marker from his pocket. 

He shifted his gaze to me, locking eyes as he genuinely conveyed his innocent request. 'Could I get your autograph please?'

Was this guy being sympathetic or was it something else? Nobody would have known, even I was not sure of his intentions. 

However, the assistant director certainly had his pure morals straight. I grabbed the writing tool from his hand, signing the t-shirt how I practiced it thousand of times in case I became prominently famous. 

The letters that formed my initials with a heart around it completed the painting, those black pearls eyes that met mine again while he took the other demand right out his other pocket. 'Can I also get your number?'

Days passed after giving him my contact information, but to answer his singular message was another obstacle that I had to hurdle. I did not want to give myself false hope, maybe did Lee Chan just want to hangout like friends. I made up my mind, acting like an adult while I sent him a suggestion to meet up for ice-cream. 

My ingrained habit to get jittery will not ever fade away, checking if my see-through bangs through the abandoned mirror were set all right for the tenth time. Not noticing that someone skipped closer, I flinched in fright when I saw Chan's jet-black hair within my perimeter. 

He smiled as usual, waving timidly as I grabbed the strap of my brown leather purse to compose myself. 'Hi.'

Even if this single moment had an expiring date, I wanted to get the fullest out of the created memories. I felt genuinely happy, seeing that full genuine beam on his face made me feel like I was somehow special. We talked about daily topics until we stumbled across a photobooth shop. 

Why would we not take the chance to fix some pictures to remember this exciting day? Probably using all the ink in the machine, Chan made me laugh aloud by doing silly poses and I could not be more grateful.

The daylight painted into deeper illuminating shades of dark blue. Han River has always been my place where I sought for serenity and calmness, keeping my concerns aside for a second while sightseeing the calm waves. Chan and I had ourselves seated on the stairs, a white plastic bag consisting a couple of beers which we bought on our way laying down in between us. 

The guy broke the soothing silence surrounding us, clapping his hands together in one beat. 'Do you want one, Jaein-ah?'

My head responded for itself, craving the bitter taste already as I took the familiar can from his hand before opening it. Luck must be the only aspect in my life that the devil has been playing with, the white fuzz coming up from the can at instant while the can exploded. 

Recoiling from my seat, I saw Chan denying this happening with his all might as he shook his head in milliseconds. 'I did not do that. I swear to God that I did not shake it beforehand, okay?!'

In one motion, I feel like my whole existence was being revoked. Chan took the exploded drink from my quivering right hand, reaching his beer in my direction which I accepted with thankfulness. 

The beer that I had burst opened was now half full, but that did not faze the guy at all as he toasted our drinks together. The sincere chuckle left my lips as I could not hold it in anymore which made Chan smirk too, stargazing into the night sky together while drinking our worries away. 

Taking a sip from his beer, I felt his stare on me while I consciously drink further. 'How are things lately?'

My fingers pushed little dents into the can, not sure if I should just lay out all the problems that I had been dealing with for these past couple of years. I took the safe road instead, scrunching my nose up while I felt the gentle wind blowing my hair away. 'Well, difficult as usual. Nothing special really.'

Chan diverted his look away from me, groaning at the bitter taste as he showed interest what I have not gotten in a while now. 'How come?'

Safe road, my foot. 

I wanted to be honest for once in my life, speaking the truth is what I truly desired so I did without expecting much. 'I am a freelance model Chan. You are aware of the problems that we must face everyday. Sometimes I just wished for everything to be normal. A regular office job with ordinary salary. Normal friendships, normal relationships, normal everything...'

The apologetic sigh left his lips, knowing exactly to what I was referring to as he was forced to witness this everyday on his job. 'You know, normal is not always good. People get easily bored out with their lives and seek for something new every time.'

Completely agreeing with his thinking, I took a generous sip from my beer what suddenly tasted more delicious. The sounds of river waves and vaguely roaring traffic engulfed us again, Chan continuing with some wise knowledge again. 'So rather than lazing around and overthinking it, just take the hand that offers you something brand new. Such moments are super rare.'

Hand? 

My deep brown eyes peeked up to see his black pearl ones. They gazed at me like I was some kind of monument, wanting to find peace in a way I could not elaborate. Panic created chaos in my head, squinting my view while I tried to gulp my nervousness away. 'Have you been looking at me like that the whole time?'

Chan grinned again, taking a sip from his beer can while he set it right beside him. 'How have I been looking at you?'

Flirting was something I would be afraid of doing, never even dared to cross the line for someone ever in my entire live. Yet, this guy made me do crazy things, or rather say idiotic lines that I would later regret. 'With a look I cannot turn away from.'

My heart sunk hundred meters down the steep hill, no abandoned bright hope whatsoever to be saved. However, the embarrassment was tilted by a magic carpet, that miracle being the previously mentioned hand that trespassed my perimeter. 

The gaze that he never turned into another direction came inching closer and closer. His black pearl eyes were barely apart from mine, his mint mixed with beer breath hit my face as Chan set a couple of strands behind my left ear. 

Actions slowed the time gradually down, at least it felt like the world around us suddenly stopped running on miles. A pause lasted between his actions, viewing how I was feeling which screamed agitation. That did not stop him from conducting his initial plan. 

His soft lips locked with mine, pulling my head closer by my nape to get better access to what Chan was anticipating for the whole day. Nevertheless, you could find my inner self in that same festive street too. 

Leaving my quivering lips for one second to stare into my deep brown eyes, before Chan had even thought on pulling me closer, a faint voice called out from the front side. 'Chan, is that you?'

Turns out that the middle-aged couple who interrupted our splendid moment were non other than Chan's parents. They were kind enough to bring us back to their house to offer me a drink. 

Genuinely speaking, I never thought that I would meet the family of the guy I just kissed that aggravatingly fast. Even Chan seemed debatable about this, seeing him downing his whiskey down the throat in one single movement. 

Crazy Rich Asian's really do exist in real life. Who would have thought that the household of an ordinary assistant director was enormously wealthy? The way that Chan had spoken about his family with me today seemed rather humble, remembering that he told me that they are mere business owners. 

Mere appeared too small of a description, the Lee family being owners to one of the most influential companies in South Korea. His father set his black framed glasses straight up on his nose bridge, shooting me a kind look while he took a single chip from the snack bowl. 'Dear, what do you study?'

Maybe I had watched too many TV-shows at that point, fiddling with my fingers as I nervously chuckled. Chan saw this happening from the corner, setting his right hand on mine while he answered his parent's question instead. 'Appa (Dad), she is the one I was telling you about remember?'

The thumb on the skin of my hand rubbed gently over it, easing my mind at the same time while I softly thank him for that by making eye contact. His mom sprung in between the conversation as she squealed in happiness, seeing her son this thrilled for the first time in his life. 'You are Jaein? I am surprised how beautiful you are in real life.'

He talked about me? 

I could not even hold my head up straight, feeling like I sinned somehow while I bowed sincerely towards the elders in the room. 'No Ma'am, I do not think that is true.'

The mother waved my modesty away, smiling earnestly in my direction. 'No, you are dear. Our son praised you and insisted that your modeling talents are out of this world. I did my research and would like to give you the contact information of an agency that is connected to our corporation. They were eager to get you on board for their new campaign.'

My deep brown eyes filled with joyful water streaks, looking at my left side as Chan hold my hands even tighter. This was the first time in my life that I felt I belonged to society. Surviving is difficult itself, forgetting that we should not compromise for what we have been searching. 

Sixteen seasons withered slowly into beautiful moments. My turn of prominently walking the catwalk came around the corner, my ears filled with shuttering camera's deafening my hearing at once. Walking the sky-blue runaway of Balmain at the Paris Fashion Week was one goal that I had finally achieved. 

The afterparty occurred in the same building, my right hand held captive by a dashing gentleman who could not help himself to lean in for a searing kiss on the lips. 'You did it babe.'

My in-laws were probably the happiest ones on this planet right now, but I was riding on that same boat with the person on my side who I deeply loved. 

Somebody whose name is Lee Chan. 

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Guess you could say that I am obsessed with D.O.'s album hahaha oops...

I loved writing this imagine though, I mean who does not ever feel like they need to be heard right?

I used the storyline of D.O's "Somebody" MV and that is about it <3

Chan, I still love you even though you are the poor youngest who drink and shaves with Gilette in a sleeveless shirt after losing your positive thoughts to 12 guys <33333

Ps. I am going to take a short break of two weeks to sort all my university work out and will be back with new ones <3333

Voting will not hurt you ;-)

Love,

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