It has been days since Kibum left, the house felt dull and down. Hyojung was worried, she never meant to make her son runoff, but what could she do?

She remembered how she found out her own son was designing gowns for the Choi family, but not just any gown, a wedding gown. Her blood boiled, yes she was happy her son was making it this far, but when she heard Choi, she lost it.

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"Can you believe he's getting married?" the brunette scowled as she drank her coffee, her friend following suit, "I thought it was a phase of his, dating her...shes not even that pretty,"

"Well, she is actually...he's very private when it comes to love life, but I saw them going into this prestige boutique, she looked hella gorgeous,"

"I guess," she sighed, "I can't believe the heartthrob Minho is getting married..."

"I know~" the other woman pouted with her tinted lips, "oh and guess who's making their gowns?!" her friend looked eager, "Who?!" she asked, "non-other than Kim Kibum!"

"No way!" her friend screeched, "Yes way! I would die for him to design my wedding dress!"

"I heard he has boutiques practically everywhere now!" she jumped with joy, "The biggest one in Germany, that's where he started right?"

The old lady could not listen in anymore, her hand tightly gripped the cups handle, shaking slightly. Her old friend next to her asked, "Hyojung-ah are you ok? Do you need --"

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She could not remember more after that. All she knew was that she felt betrayed, worst of all, by her own son. 

On the other hand, Sandeul was indifferent. The old lady questioned, how could something like this not affect him too? Like knowing what she was thinking about, the old man turned to her and tilted his head, "Have you noticed yoobin has been working late lately?" he sighed, "My poor daughter."

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"I almost feel bad for that dress," the tall figure said with a calm voice, "Why is that?"

"Because I'm about to rip it out," he closed the door behind himself, locking it in the process, "It never seizes to amaze me how good you always smell," he took a strand of hair and softly smelled it, his hands slowly falling to her small shoulders.

"It's for you, and you only," she seductively said, pressing her small hands to his chest, "Jaebum-ah, noona feels stressed~"

Taking note of her pout, the taller male pulled the slim girl up, almost automatically she wrapped her slim legs around his waist, causing her dress to rise. He pushed her on top of the large wooden desk in the spacey office. 

Smirking, he latched his lips onto her neck. The girl moaned softly as she held onto his broad back, "I want to make you mine," Jaebum whispered, "do," the girl simply said, Jeabum looked at her with loving eyes, "Yoobin~ I mean it," Yoobin returned his loving look and took his lips to hers. As he was savoring her lips, he slowly worked on the zipper of her dress, struggling to pull it down. Yoobin pulled away, helping him with the zipper, meanwhile, he returned to her neck, leaving soft love bites.

"Don't leave marks," she moaned sliding her dress down to her waist. 

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"I'm home," Jonghyun called softly, closing the door behind himself. He could smell the sweet scent of food, filling the house, but he saw no one on the perimeters.

"Yoobin-ah," he called, leaving his briefcase by the door, he walked outside to the garden. There he saw Yoobin's parents sitting together talking calmly, he smiled at the warm sight. He wanted to leave them in peace but he also worried about his house burning down in flames, clearing his throat he said, "I think there might be something on the stove?"

They both looked at him with sweet smiles, "You're home darling? Tell me if you'd like to eat now," the old lady said as she walked inside, "You're home a little early today," Jonghyun nodded, "Yeah," taking a seat next to the old man he continued, "I just came to drop something off,"

"You're going back to work?" the old man asked, "yeah," Jonghyun answered taking a l