"I'm doing my best! Tell me what should I do to prove you!?"   Mr. Hwang yelled over his phone.   He has been talking with this person on the other line for hours.   He kept on pacing back and forth, and when he got mad, he'd slam his palm against the wooden table, making loud thuds echoing around his huge office.   They have been likely fighting over something. Well it's obvious. Mr. Hwang is kind of raging over this person on the other line.   Venting all his angers in that stupid useless phone.   But there were times when he would took a heavy sigh and soften his voice.       "I'm telling you, we're on the same side." Mr. Hwang massaged his temple.     "What.. No! This has nothing to do with my daughter!" Mr. Hwang yelled again. Sweats visibly forming on his forhead.     "I am very sure about my plans! I know what to do, you don't have to give me orders! It's very frustrating!"   At the last time, he shouted again, but not too long when a knock was heard from his door.   He pulled his phone from his ear and wiped the sweats on his forehead.         "Come in."   The door swished open revealing her daughter dressed in her uniform.   Mr. Hwang suddenly felt panicked. But to hide everything that can be suspicious, he still pulled a smile.     "Oh, Tiffany." Very fast, Mr. Hwang immediately hide the phone behind him then immediately pressed the reject button of his phone.     "What brought you here dear? Shouldn't you be on school already?" He asked. Making his way to his chair. Another reason, to avoid Tiffany.   He just needs a quite distance.   He can't never go near his daughter.   He has no guts. He has no courage.   For him, it's too much to handle.   Too much to fake evrything.     "I just came by to say goodbye. You left early at the house." Tifany said as she sat across his father, against the desk.   "Urgh, you know, work." Mr. Hwang frowned, looking at some of the papers scattered on his desk, but the truth is, he's just messing on it.   "Oh, uhm, about tonight?" Tiffany asked, her eyes fluttering like butterflies with both her hands clasped with each other in a pleading way.     < Tonight.. > Mr. Hwang     Mr. Hwang smiled. "Yes, yes, I'll pick you and Taeyeon later for dinner."   Tiffany squealed.   "Watch your your voice Tiffany Hwang." Mr. Hwang rolled his eyes.   "You're the best Daddy!"   Tiffany had launched herself against her father. Gave him one tight quick hug before heading to the door to leave.   "I might be late." Mr. Hwang added.   "We'll be waiting."   And after that, Tiffany had left.     After reassuring that her daughter had really left, Mr. Hwang took his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.     "She shouldn't hugged me. It only makes me feel worse." Mr. Hwang murmurred.     It was answered after the second ring. But Mr. Hwang didn't said a thing.   He just stayed still, while the voice from the other line kept on calling his name.   His eyes so distant, and his fist turned into a ball as he tightened his grip on his phone.   He gently closed his eyes.       < It was never my plan. It's just that... > Mr. Hwang.       After a few seconds, after taking enough oxygen he needed. he slowly opened his eyes again.       < There's no escape. > Mr. Hwang       He stood up and went to the window and stucked his gaze at the scenery outside.   Suddenly, memories started flashing back in his mind.   How he met Tiffany's mother. the day when Tiffany born, the years they spent together as a family,   and the night where he found his wife lying lifelessly on his office's floor. Dead.     Just the very thought of it only made Mr. Hwang hate more.   Hate everything. Hate everyone. Hate himself.   But what should he do?   Let it pass like nothing happened?   Forget it like it didn't even hurts?         Accept without revenge?   Yes. Revenge. It's all what he wants. It's all what 'They' want.       One last time, he closed his eyes and took a heavy sigh. The other line was quiet. That's the time he decided to talk.       "Ready for tonight. She wants it to end fast."   He didn't wait for any response instead he immediately reject the call and slid his phone back to his pocket.     Slowly, he opened his eyes, a tear automatically dropped.     "I'm sorry Darling. I kept on hurting our daughter."                     -----------------------------                   "JESSI~ ~"   Tiffany squealed. Running to her curly-haired bestfriend who luckily welcomed her open arms.   It was such a drama. Like how bestfriends reunited for how many years had gone by.     "Gee, it's only been 3 weeks but they're acting like it's been decades." Yuri rolled her eyes. Walking side by side with Taeyeon to approach the two girls.   "Drama." Taeyeon stated.   "Yeah, your girlfriend is too dramatic."   Taeyeon glared at her before nudging her by her abs.   "Aww~ that hurts." Yuri whined, rubbing the part where Taeyeon hit.   "Better be."     Soon as they reached the two Americans, two girls, one looks like a giraffe and the other one who resembles a rat, can be seen runn