He comes inside her apartment. The smell of chicken broth soup lingers in her small kitchen. He walks around the containers on top of her table. Appa seems to leave her some good food for her to eat when she wakes up. He’s still very thankful to her parents especially to Omma for giving them some alone time together - to finally patch things up. Thinking of the things that happened in a short while that they are apart make his chest hurt. He's been in her apartment before but this time he feels worried and nervous.

He walks silently in her room and paused at the sight of her very peaceful and beautiful sleeping face. “How can I possibly let go of this girl?” he silently murmurs. He steps a bit forward to the direction of her room window. He opens his pouch and lets out a hand made dream catcher he bought in Cancun. He hangs it in the center of the two glass windows and watches it dangle for a moment. “It's funny how the memories we cherish can also become the worst nightmare for me when i thought you wanted to end everything. I am thankful that those memories took my feet here and made me realize this is something we need to hold up and fight for. The thought of you leaving me is probably the worst nightmare I could ever imagine, I will not let it happen.” He whispers.

He takes off his coat and places it at the end of her bed. He takes the small chair and carried it closely beside her bed. She must have been lacking quality sleep until now looking at how deep is her sleep. He doesn’t want to wake her up. He fixes her comforter up to her shoulders and picks up some strands of hair sticking in her face. He manages to sit while still admiring the calmness illuminating in her face - the small face that he’s been longing to touch.

He looks intensively at her like it’s been ages ago since he got the chance to just watch her sleep. He notices how those cute chubby cheeks slimmed down a little. “She must have been working really hard for the past months. I am such a fool to not even cook for her, those homemade foods that she enjoys to eat or even visit her in her filming location to personally deliver fresh tasty food. Sorry Yeobo” he talks inside his mind. He focuses next on the shallow skin and slightly darkened part under her eyes. “I’ve been very busy lately and can’t even remember the last time you rested on my shoulders especially during those times that you need someone to lean on. It’s always been me that you’re always taking care of. Always me, sorry Yeobo” he continues in his silent thoughts. He shifts his sight on her rather cracked and pale lips. “These warm lips that I always wanted to be mine are the same lips that I insulted in front of many people in that party. Sorry.” He reaches for her hand and carefully brings it near his nose and lips as he leans down his face on her bed. He feels the heaviness in his eyes as he closes his eyes starting to feel dozy.

Seung Yeon wakes up feeling the warmth of his breath over her cold hands. She slightly opens her eyes and is surprised seeing him sleeping with his head in her bed. She looks at the time in his wrist watch and it’s already past 1 in the morning. “Tell me I am not dreaming. He’s really here beside me. He is real.” She talks to herself. She carefully pulled her hand from his hold and cautiously leaned on the headboard of her bed trying not to awake him. She feels a lot better now but she can’t contain her emotions – feeling both sad and happy. Sad on the things that happened but happy that despite what happened, he is beside her. She starts to tear up a little as she longingly caresses his ragged but still pretty face. She can also tell the tired look in his unshaven face.  

He suddenly wake