New York, Manhattan center, December 5th. It's 7p.m, slightly clouded sky, a bit of snow falling, people eating in restaurants around, cozy lights from the street lighters.

You're walking home after work, your bag under your shoulder and some books in your arms.

As you stop infront of a little shop to look at Christmas decorations in, a man comes behind you and gently tap your shoulder.

Minho: "Uhm sorry Miss, may you tell me where the library is?"

He was tall, handsome, and pale...very pale.