At that moment, time stopped. You know when time slows down in Korean Dramas? Their hair ripples in the wind, their eyes find theirs and they connect instantly. This was my Korean drama moment.

Her hair, oh, how long it was. She has beautiful dark chocolate hair, like a deep mug of thick hot chocolate. Luscious and perfect. Her eyes seem to shine like dark opals glittering in a pile of rocks, standing out in the boring plainness that surrounded her.

Her skin wasn't flawless. She had several freckles from the scorching Australian sun and a small pimple above her eyebrow. But the way she glowed was intoxicating. How can such flawed skin be so perfect? When Korean singers have pimples, many fans say they're no longer flawless. And yet, I find her skin to be just that: flawless and attractive.

Her lips... how could I forget her lips? I could never admit to her how much I fell for her lips. So plump and beautiful. On that day they were rose red. They complimented her skin tone like a professional make-up artist.

I never thought too much about what my ideal girl would be. Casual? Model? Singer? I thought I'd never appreciated beauty in the way I appreciated her.

It wasn't just about her looks. It was how she held herself, how she laughed, and how small dimples would appear on her cheeks when she laughed too hard. How she wiggled her hips adorably when she saw something she found cute. Her outward charisma and infectious joyousness. So perfect.

At that moment, I fell for her. I fell head over heels for her. I said some strange things to her, and I will continue to say even stranger things in my drunken love state.

This is it. She is the one.

The 100% perfect girl.

Lilly Min:

Today is a beautiful day. Nice cool breeze, and a cloudless sky. As Winter fades into summer, we usually get days like this in Sydney, Australia. The perfect weather, my kind of weather.

Well, it would have been the perfect day, if it wasn't for the fact that I have to give my cousin a tour of the city.

Relatives of my father have come down to the big city from rural Queensland to visit us. Apparently, I know them, but I don't remember them. My auntie keeps saying "I haven't seen you since you were this small!" as she holds her hand a metre from the ground.

Luckily for me, my cousin is an okay kind of girl. She always has her hair up and wears crop tops with short denim shorts and flip flops, where she has a little music note tattooed on her ankle. Typical modern rural bogan from my limited experience. The type of sightseeing she wants to do is also very typical.

"Let's see the Sydney opera house! The Harbour Bridge! Can we take a ride across the water? What about that Zoo you guys say is the best in the country? Let's explore the city! Check out some shops... Oh! I've always wanted to go to a Lindt café!" She chatted earlier as we were getting ready to go out.

So, here we are, standing around the ferry pier, The Sydney Opera House to our right, and the Sydney harbour bridge in front of us. To me, the view is decent. But it looks like a normal, large city. I doubt it's even considered one of the best in the world. But Tahlia is ecstatic over the view, bouncing around like a toddler on a sugar rush.

"Are we allowed to walk to the top of the bridge? Can we go inside the Opera house? Let's go to that zoo!" chatting, chatting, and chatting away, like she's been given 24 hours to speak as many words as she can. I roll my eyes as Tahlia turns to take a selfie with the Opera house behind her. I decide to lean against the railing, bored out of my mind.

As I'm looking around me, I notice a group of excited-looking kids.

Are they kids though? They sure are acting like kids.

Nah, I think they are tourists.

It's hard to tell when they are wearing caps and masks.

Sure enough, one of them turns and our eyes lock. They are definitely not from here. They must be tourists visiting Australia, checking out the Opera house and the Harbour Bridge.

Tourists... so easily excited...

"Yah! You wanna die?" One of the friends kicks the other in the butt, who runs away giggling. I catch a few words from their conversation and recognise the language at once. They are speaking Korean.

I know Korean because I learnt it from my family. My mother is Korean, and my father is Caucasian. My mother moved here with her parents when she was very young, around 6 or 7. When I was young, my grandparents decided to teach me Korean, so I could communicate with them and other extended family members.

"Chim Chim~" One of them giggles cutely, teasing the other one.

"We should head back to Manager Sejin," One of the taller ones says over the top of the babble the three of them are making.

"Namjoon let's not rush. We have plenty of time. Plus, no one has recognised us yet," he says as he pulls out his phone to take a selfie.

"Still..." The one called Namjoon mumbles into silence, watching as the other spread out, taking photos and being silly near the railing.

One of his friends comes up to him, whispering into his ear. He gestures in my direction, and I decide to stop staring at them.

Whoever they are, they are none of my concern.

"Tahlia let's go!" I call out to Tahlia, and she rushes over, her 'I Love Sydney' tote bag swaying violently.

"Are we going to climb the bridge now?" I roll my eyes again. We start walking towards the group of foreigners, heading to the Harbour Bridge.

"You have to pay for that, weirdo," as we pass the group of foreigners, I lock eyes with one of them again. We remain staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, but it was really only a second as I passed them. I look away, a small flush spreading across my cheeks.

He's pretty attractive...

"Let's go!" Namjoon calls out again. The last thing I see as I look over my shoulder is Namjoon and another one rounding them up like kids. I smirk and continue down the path, Tahlia chatting away beside me.

. . . . .

Park Jimin:

"Namjoon," Jimin mumbles, pulling at Namjoon's sleeve. They are standing next to the car, waiting for Manager Sejin to return with the drinks he promised them.

I have to tell him... I have to tell him now.

"Yeah, Jimin?" Namjoon sighs, watching Hoseok and Taehyung mess around a few metres away.

"Can we go to the Sydney Bridge?" Namjoon turns and looks at him, frowning slightly.

"We were just near the bridge, why didn't say anything when we were near the Opera house?"

"I didn't want to go then," He whines, grinning cheekily. Namjoon rolls his eyes, secretly hiding his own cheeky grin, and shakes his head in defeat.

"Fine, I'll text Sejin. Go tell the others the new plan," Jimin grins and rushes off to collect the others, who are only milling around a few metres away.

In no time at all, because the others were excited to continue sightseeing anyway, they were on their way to the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

As soon as they reach the railing they were standing at before, Jimin looks around.

I can't see her.

Jimin bites his lip, contemplating. Is he too late?

Suddenly, he has an idea. What is an easy way for him to catch up to her without the others noticing? Teasing one of them into chasing him.

"Yah, JayKay... come here kid," Jimin mumbles behind Jungkook, barely containing his evil grin.

"What?" Jungkook spins around, grinning mischievously at Jimin, but Jimin takes off before he can do anything, "Yah!"

Suddenly, Taehyung is rushing after them, giggling happily; Hoseok is yelling as he runs after Taehyung; Suga has a random burst of energy, running cutely after them; followed by Namjoon and Seokjin, screaming for them to stop attracting attention.

My plan has worked.

Jimin smirks as he scours the crowd for her signature chocolate hair.

Just as Jimin begins to get tired, he spots her.

It's her. I've found her.

Jimin slows down, allowing the maknae to execute his revenge. The others reach them, puffing a little.

"Yah, what did you make us run for?" Suga complains, immediately heading to a bench. Jimin looks up. She has stopped 10 metres ahead of them. Jimin sighs with relief. It might be easy to get them to run, but to make Yoongi start running again when he has decided to sit down? Impossible.

As Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok totter off to look into the water again, and Jin joins Yoongi on the bench, Jimin is left beside Namjoon, who is watching Jimin with a strange look on his face.

Is he being too obvious? Or is Namjoon weirdly telepathic?

"Park Jimin," Namjoon mumbles, moving closer to him. He nods in her direction, "Did you see a girl you like?"

Jimin gulps and nods. He normally asks Taehyung for advice, but he is enjoying Australia too much to be of any help. But Namjoon is pretty wise, he should be able to help.

Namjoon stares in her direction for a moment, taking her in. Jimin suddenly feels a stab of annoyance. Why does he have to look at her for so long?

"Which one? The blonde or the Brunette?" Jimin scoffs.

"The brunette of course," Jimin looks in her direction again. She no longer has her back to them but is looking right at him, her dark eyes confused. Jimin blushes and turns away.

Shit, shit, she saw me. What do I do?

Jimin looks up in time to see her fade into the crowd with her friend.

"Come on guys, let's meet Sejin at the pancake place around the corner," Namjoon suggests. Jimin looks up, frowning slightly. He is about to feel resentful but realises the pancake place is in the same direction the girl is walking. They will be following her for a little longer.

Jimin blends in with the others, getting excited as he jumps up and down with Taehyung.

Namjoon leads them along the path, following the river around, under the bridge and down a side street. They follow her the entire way. Jimin begins noticing small minute details about her. The sound of her laugh, the way she walks, what excites her, the tiny habits she has. Everything.

Namjoon continues to watch Jimin carefully. He must be careful. Soon, the other members will notice, and they'll just remind him he can't date anyway.

Not only that but what if one of them fell for her as well? That would be much worse than any lecture he would receive from Manager Sejin or Bang PD.

Jimin spots the pancake restaurant ahead. There is a line leaving the building like a trailing snake. This must be a busy place.

Namjoon and Jimin lock their eyes as they realise the mistake they have made. Pancake on the Rocks is way too popular and busy for them to attend.

"BTS? Bangtan?!" BTS freeze as a fan entering Pancakes on the Rocks spots them.

"Uh oh,"

"Man..."

So, the screaming begins. The ARMY is followed by 3 of her friends as they begin sprinting down the road towards them, pulling out merchandise to sign. Soon, many follow them, bombarding and rushing them, pilling up and filling up the street. The excitement from the concert has heightened their love and need to meet them.

The screaming begins to deafen them, the begging and flashes from cameras becoming unbearable.

Jimin begins to panic as Namjoon attempts to communicate and calm the forming crowd.

"Hello, everybody! How are we doing?" The other members begin signing and taking photos, hoping to thin the crowd out.

"I'm sorry guys, our ride is here!" Namjoon sighs with relief as he spots their manager driving up to save them. The fans allow them space to get in the car but continue to bombard them with questions and stories from the concert the night before. The members rush in quickly, waving and thanking the fans. They love meeting them, but they are walking out in public on their own. Anything could happen. ARMY could get hurt, or other members of the public. BTS always worry about the safety of their fans, but also their own safety.

Jimin stops worrying, taking a seat next to the window. Suddenly, he remembers the girl.

"Sorry, sorry," Jimin mutters, quickly shoving the guys out of the window seat on the other side of the car.

"Ah, ow," Yoongi mutters, rubbing his knee. He curls up against the other window, falling asleep almost immediately.

Where is she... where is she?

There!

Jimin spots her standing just past the pancake shop, shock and disbelief on her beautiful face. Jimin watches her for as long as he can, hoping she'll see him – even though the window is tinted – hoping she can sense his desperation.

But she doesn't notice him. She watches the car drive away with intense fascination. Jimin stares her down until he can no longer see her.

He slumps back in the chair, hopelessness and defeat filling him like poison. If only he got her number. If only he got her name.

If only he could see her again.

His 100% perfect girl.