Kyuhyun takes the cold beer from his fridge and gives it to Eungi, they both shed enough tears tonight and it’s time to cool down. She takes the bottle from his hand, takes big gulps and not stopping until she finished her first bottle and Kyuhyun gladly offers his own bottle for her, she needs it more than him.

Led by his curiosity that backed up with his marvelous stalking skill, he has witness the horrid scene from the footage he got from some illegal terrorism website on what really happened to Eungi the night her life changed forever. It’s crystal clear in the recording that they had a nice dinner together and both are smiling with heaven only knows what amused them. Everything happened too quickly and the romantic scenery soon turned into a blood bath.

It was shown clearly how Siwon threw himself on top of her to shield her from the bullets that’s shooting through the air around them. Kyuhyun heart aches to see how much she tried to keep him alive when she did an emergency CPR and Kyuhyun started crying the moment she wails in frustration after the paramedic put Siwon’s body in the body bag. He regretted the fact that he went that far to stalk him, he curses himself for being too curious with her statement that she killed her fiancé, he let curiosity led him this far and now he wished he can undo what he saw.

But then again, if it too much for him to see from his safe apartment through the lens of recorded CCTV cameras, it must be beyond of what Eungi could handle when she experienced that first hand on the spot. No wander she always looks distance, no wander she always busies herself doing things, no wonder she’s blaming herself, she’s just trying to divert herself from remembering a traumatic event. And Kyuhyun also knows, if he’s in her position, he’d do even worse than that.

“Do you want more?” He offers.

She takes a deep breath and ask him for another beer if he still have some, she needs to loosen up and she’s in a safe place to lose control.

Kyuhyun grabs all the beers he has in the fridge and put it on the table, opens two bottles and hands one to Eungi before he lifts his bottle in the air for Eungi to cling hers.

“What are we cheering for?”

“Your farewell.” He smirks then gulps down the tingly bitter liquid.

“Are you okay? You look shaken.” Eungi’s still trembling but she tries to console Kyuhyun rather than herself.

“Noona, you should worry about yourself.” He takes the empty bottle from her hand and put in on the coffee table in front of them and open another one. “Shall we talk about it or just pretend it never happened?”

“Can I have a time out?” She lifts her hand and make a gesture of a T with both her palms crossing each other, “I’ll talk about that—It’s about time I talk about that—but please let me breathe first, it’s suffocating to remember it.”

He gives a weak smile, “Fine, so tell me about your farewell party.” He brings the first topic that crosses his mind.

Eungi sniffs her runny nose and chuckles, “It’s rubbish.”

“Really?”

She nods quickly, “I don’t know why I trapped myself in between more than thirty people to pretend to have fun with them, while truthfully I just want to be home with yo..” She quickly stops her sentence. Just because she gets comfortable with him, doesn’t mean she has to tell him everything she thinks of.

“With?”

“With my books.” She just saved her pride.

Kyuhyun nods along, “I figured it’ll be boring and they’re all too young for me to hang out with any..”

“And you messed with some of them.” Eungi adds nonchalantly.

She heard a lot of rumors about him since her first day at the campus, but after a few shots of soju, her students begin to reveal the girls Kyuhyun used to messed with during their dinner earlier—and as annoyed as she is with the info, she just gulps down her water happily and pretend it didn’t affect her.

Kyuhyun grins to her, partly because he’s ashamed and partly because he likes the annoyed look in her face. “Does my past bother you?”

She shrugs her shoulder, “A little bit.”

“How?”

“Makes me think if what we have is special or if I’m just your other target that you try to conquer.”

“So we have something, then?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Eungi takes her gaze away from him.

“I’m not, you’re the one that’s avoiding my gaze now.”

She gulps down more beer, if she’s going to have the talk with him at least she has to feel at ease. “So, am I?”

“What?”

“Your target.” She bites her lips nervously, she was so confident that Kyuhyun was sincere with her, but after she heard more about his reputation she can’t help not to have some doubts in her mind.

“Honestly?” He finishes half of his first bottle before he continues speaking. “Yes.”

She can feel her heart is sinking from her chest towards her stomach.

“I was targeting you at first. I thought you knew, you told me yourself that you figured out about my bet with my friends.”

“I did?” she curls her brows, “I mean yes I knew but I don’t remember ever telling you that I knew.”

“Whoa Cha Eungi, that bottle will be the last bottle you’ll chug down tonight, I don’t want you to forget important stuff the way you did the first time you got drunk with me.”

“Did I talked that much that day?”

He nods, “A LOT!” he chuckles, “I didn’t know you’re a blabber when you’re drunk, I don’t like the drunk Eungi—she forgets important stuff.”

“Such as?”

His face blushes a little bit when he reminded of their first kiss. “Never mind, it’s not that important anyway.”

“So I’m still your target?” As weird as it is, she feels betrayed by the person she put her trust into. “If that’s the case then I’ll drink all the alcohol here so I’d forget about what you said. I like my version of you rather than those people’s, and my version of you is this sweet gentleman that got lost in his own redemption—I know this Kyuhyun is actually a very nice man.”

He laughs, a little bit flattered by the way she always makes him feel better about himself. “But what if I admit that you really were my target?”

“Ne?”

“I didn’t like the way you stared down at me on our first day and I felt the need to show you who’s the boss at the time. My friends suggested the meanest way possible to take you down—I’m not proud of it, by the way—and I agreed with them.” He shudders with the thoughts of exposing Eungi the way he planned before. “I just really pissed at you that day, noona.”

Eungi’s amused by his innocent honesty. “You interrupted my class, you were cocky and you had this