Kyuhyun's POV ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​"mi--mianhe.. H-hyung?" The girl named Ji Eun bowed her head. Whaaattt? Hyungg?? Is she even Korean? "Stupid." I muttered and grabbed her wrist. I pulled her to an empty place where no one would hear us. "Listen, lee ji yeon, you may think that I know about this marriage but I don't, so I'm not going to marry you. I don't even know you and I don't even care if you know me, now if we meet again someday act like you don't even know me. And it's oppa, idiot!" I yelled at her, covering my head with my cap. The girl's face look stunned. She wanted to say something but I stopped her. "Ya. Shut up. I'm going. Tell or call your butler or whatsoever to pick you up and tell them you got lost or something. ANNYEONG." I yelled at her and walked away. I walked away faster. The girl was still stunned, and after three seconds she yelled, "BUT!" And then I put my headsets in. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ She started to yell about something but I can't hear her, so I ignored her and walked back to the parking lot, heading to SM. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​Ji Eun's POV ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​"BUT!" I yelled. Kyuhyun slightly turned his head to face me and put his headsets on. "I DON'T HAVE ME PHONE! YA! DON'T RUN--" I chased him but then my heels gave in, I fell on my but. People started to stare at me. That guy-- I started to stand up but then I realized my heels were broken, and I fell again. I took my heels off and dashed off to find that Kyuhyun. He's gone. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ I panicked. Is he really gone? Nooo. I have no phone, how am I supposed to get out of this place. Then I remembered, in my bag I had a couple of dollars, maybe I could use that to take a cab to somewhere. But still, where am I heading? I made my way back to the lounge, but I can't see my bag anywhere. I neared one of the workers and asked. "Excuse me, do you happen to see my bag anywhere?" I asked, not realizing, I was speaking in english. The woman stared at me for awhile and replied. "Um. So.. Sorry.. No miss I haven't seen your bag." She said with a broken english accent, bowing. And then she stared at my feet "aah. Okay. gomawo!" I said to her as I walked away, embarassed. I was walking in Incheon Airport, barefoot, with my broken heels on my right hand, knowing nobody and still on my party dress. And my heavy make up. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​I didn't know where to go and what to do, and the airport was so crowded, I didn't even bother to look for chairs I just sat there on the floor, next to a tall plant. Whatever, I'm already overdressed and my hair's out of place too. I stared at the ceiling. Couldn't this day just get any worse? My parents slapped me infront of my friends, I left America without saying goodbye to anybody, my husband to be hates me, and now I'm here in Seoul, in Seoul's airport, bare foot with no money, waiting for a miracle to happen. I started to cry. But my sobs are getting louder, and the security guards seemed to be annoyed. After a minute of crying, the security guard approached me. "Miss, please get a seat or please stand up." He nudged me. Because my sob was loud, I didn't hear what he said. "What?" I asked in english. "Aish!" The guy roughly pulled me upwards and pushed me away. "Get lost!" He said quickly said and walked back to his place. Wobbly, I walked to nowhere, hiding my face and cried some more. After sometime I found a seat and sat there. I cried and cried. I realized that my stomach is grumbling but I have no money and I was to dizzy to stand up. Slowly, I started to drift to sleep.. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎Kyuhyun's POV ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ I finished recording at the radio after an hour, and checked my phone. 28 missed calls and 13 texts. Great. Who could it be? 28 of the missed calls are all from umma, the texts also. ~ Kyu where are you!? WHERE IS JI EUN CALL ME. KYU IT'S BEEN THREE HOURS WHERE ARE YOU, JI EUN'S FAMILY IS ASKING UMMA! CALL me!~ I quickly called her. "CHO KYUHYUN!" Umma yelled. I pulled my phone away for a moment and placed it on my ear again. "Kyuhyun? Are you listening to me?" Umma's voice rang on my ears. "Sorry, what? Manager-hyungg was talking to me." I said. "Kyuhyun-ah, are you with Ji Eunnie?! I am asking youu! Where are you guys! I even had to lie to her parents telling them that both of you were on a dinnerdate! Are you with her? Quickly hand this phone to her!" Umma yelled. I gulped. "U.. Umma.. I.. I left her in the airport.."I stuttered. Umma was silent. I heard the phone dropped. "Umma??" I asked. Then I heard her pick the phone up again, I sighed in relieve. "MICHYEOSEO? DID YOU.. Are you crazy kyuhyun? That girl haven't been in Seoul for the last 10 YEARS MY GOSH! She have no phone and no money, only dollars, and her parents don't live where they live 10 YEARS AGOO, KYUHYUN! NOW GO PICK HER UP! WHAT IF SOMEONE KIDNAP HER?" Umma yelled. I was silent. She had no phone? Why didn't she chase after me? She.. Ohmy*beeping*gosh. What did I do. "Wha.. What?" I asked. "I don't want to know anything Kyuhyun. For pete's sake pick her up and bring her home safely or there will be no tomorrow Kyuhyun." She said and hung up. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​I panicked. The girl was so young, but still, what's it to me? I don't care if she's kidnapped-- well, I should be happy exactly. If she's kidnapped then I don't have to marry-- no, what am I thinking, I'm not going to marry anyone. I sighed and lazily drive to the airport. ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎​ ​‎