Bom and Han Byul couldn’t help but feel worried over their youngest sister. They rarely see and get to spend time together, when Dara was still working. However, now that Dara is unemployed and has all the time in the world, their interaction had gone from bad to worse. It dwindled down to nothing. 


It has been a week since Dara submitted her resignation letter. Five days from the incident in the elevator. Four days since she had herself holed up inside her room. 


Dara is seated at the working table she has in her room, with her arms crossed over her chest, her brows drawn together, and lips pursed in concentration. Her thoughts were disturbed by a knock from the door.


“Come in” She answers, and door opens. It was one of the maids “Yes, Heorin~ah?”


“Ms. Dara, your sisters are asking if you would join them for dinner.”


Hearing the word dinner made her tummy rumble. Suddenly reminding her that she has not yet eaten anything, except the egg and toast she had for breakfast. 


“Yes, I’ll be joining them for dinner.”


Ugh. Damn, now I’m even starving myself just to think of a way to get back at the .


She realizes Heorin is still standing by the door, as if waiting for her. Sighing, Dara hauls herself up from the chair and walks to the door.





Bom and Han Byul were already seated at the grand dining table.


“Unnie, what if Dara still won’t join us for dinner? It’s been days since she started acting weird. Heorin~ah says that if she’s not in her room, she stays at the garden.”


“Then we’ll go barge in her room, Bomtaro”


At the sound of footsteps nearing, they both had their eyes at the entrance. And seeing Dara following Heorin, made them share a smile of relief. Dara moved to the other side and took the chair on Han Byul’s left, across Bom’s. 


“Hi!” Dara greets chirpily at the two.


“Hello, stranger” Han Byul replies


Dara blushes. Guilt washing over her as she realizes that they have not seen each other much, and it was all her fault. She was too preoccupied in concocting a scheme to retaliate against her sworn enemy,Kwon Jiyong.


“Sorry.”


Heorin and another maid began serving dinner. Dara’s mouth watered as the scent of steak and buttered vegetabkes, and freshly baked dinner roll, wafted through the air. The two older girls gaze at Dara in amazement as she shoves food in like there was no tomorrow. 


“So what have been up to these days, Dara?” Bom asks before taking a bite of the steak.


“Nothing.” Dara answers as she spears a carrot on her plate then puts it in .


“Nothing.” Han Byul raises one eyebrow at her “Do you have any plans?”


Plans. Yeah, I have a plan. A plan to teach that jerk a lesson. Now all I have to figure out is the how part.


Dara swallows the steak first “I’ll look for a job by Monday. My resumes are all printed out and ready to be sent”


“Would you like to work with me?”


Dara burst out laughing. She means no offense, aware how Han Byul is when she’s in her mother hen mode.


“What’s so funny about that?”


“Byul-unnie, I don’t think I’d book any modeling job unless it’s Holloween.” Dara kept on laughing. 


“Why do you keep insisting your ugly when you’re not?”


Here we go again. It’s not a self pity thing on my part. I never had any inferiority complex to my sisters because they never made me feel so. I just have no interest in making myself look good. Plain and simple.


“I just don’t see myself in such an environment. I’d certainly feel like a fish out of water.”


Dara glances across the table and silently pleads Bom for help.


“Unnie, I think I have the perfect job for Dara”


Oh God if ever you’re up there in Heaven, please don’t let Bom-unnie say that she wants me to start a singing career like her. You’d be doing mankind a favor and save them from hearing me wail. 


Dara sends a quick prayer that whatever suggestion her Bom unnie will blurt out is close to being logically possible.


“Tabi’s assistant had just resigned and is looking for a new one”


Hallelujah! 


“So I’ll just go send my resume to him then”


She mouthed thank you to Bom when their unnie looked satisfied at what she heard. Bom smiles at her. 



Remembering that she only has one day left to get back at Jiyong, Dara places her napkin on the table, and stands up. “I’ll just go up to my room.”


“Go” Bom gives her consent a tad bit too quick.


I think I’m seeing Bom unnie having a halo over her head and sprouting some wings.


“But you haven’t finished….” Byul meant to point out that Dara is not yet done eating. She stops when her gaze lands on an empty plate. “Nevermind….go”


Dara knows that her sisters were only concerned for her. She hugs Byul “You’re the best unnie!”


Turning her attention to Bom, she gives a hug and murmurs “Thank you! Thank you!”


“I’ll make it up to you guys. I promise.” With that Dara left the two alone.




“Well, that was a fast dinner” Han Byul exclaims. Then she remembered something “By the way, Bomtaro, who’s Tabi?”


“My new boyfriend.”


“Ok”


“We’ll actually be helping Dara not just professionally. She needs to have fun.”


“What do you mean by that?”


“I think it’s time for Dara to have a social life. Tabi has lots of gorgeous male friends. I can have him set-up a date for our little Ssantoki.”


A smile appears on Han Byul’s face “I like what you’re thinking”


Little did the two know, Dara is already having fun in her own warped way. Not that she’s actually aware of it.






~oOo~






Late at night, Dara is lying down on her bed, staring at the ceiling in her bedroom. She flings the covers aside, and sits up right.


This won’t do. I better get an idea. NOW.


Then her stomach grumbled. She may have wolfed down the dinner in five minutes flat, but after locking herself up in her room, she was too fired up trying to think of a good plan against Kwon Jiyong, it beats going to the gym and exercise for an hour.


“Tch! Hungry eh? Let’s get some treats in the kitchen”




It was chilly that night. Dara wears a white hoodie on top of her jammies, before she proceeded downstairs.


Once there, she heads straight to the refrigerator and opens it. Her eyes landing on a pint of vanilla ice cream. Her favorite.


She grabs the ice cream out, picking up a spoon before plopping on one of the stools at the center island inside the kitchen.


Scooping a generous amount with the spoon, Dara smacks her lips in anticipation, before it closes in on the heavenly goodness. As the cold ice cream melts inside her hot mouth, the flavor bursting, she couldn’t help but groaned out in delight. She even had her feet tucked up, each time she scoops an ice cream.




At that time, Bom also felt some hunger pangs. She was already near the kitchen when she hears the sounds.


“Ghosts are not real” Scaredy cat that she is, Bom chants this as she continued to make her way to the kitchen. Her eyes widen as she sees a white bulk on one of the stools. Her heart is pounding in her ears as the white bulk moves to face her.


“Unnie!” Dara greets sunnily.


After expelling the breath she’s been holding, she turns the lights on before she treads near the island and lightly hits Dara.


Dara rubs her smarting arm “Ow! What was that for?”


“Yah! Are you trying to scare the life out of me? What are you doing in the dark, and all dressed up like that?”


“I got hungry. I’m eating some ice cream” She lifts up the pint and shows it to Bom “See?”


Bom sits on the stool beside Dara’s after grabbing a can of corn and a spoon. The sisters ate in silent.


“Unnie, I remembered you had a boyfriend before who cheated on you. I’ve heard you and Byul unnie talking about getting back at him. What exactly did you do? I mean how did you have your revenge on him?” Dara asks out of the blue.


“Simple” Bom flicks her hair back “I sent a message to all of his other girlfriends and had everyone meet up in one place.”


With a smug smile, Bom continued “That’s when I broke up with that jerk. I heard all his girlfriends dumped him as well that day.”


Nodding her head, Dara just had an idea.






~oOo~






Jiyong arrives at the bar with a date in his arms. His friends wear a surprised expression on their faces but said nothing about it. He couldn’t blame them. It was the first time he ever brought a date to that bar when it’s the night out with the boys. He actually feels agitated. He has been for the past week, ever since Sandara Park quit as his secretary. 


Not one of the temps that his HR Department has assigned to him, were able to do even a quarter of what little Ms. can. No one lasted, even for half a day! The head of the HR actually called, telling him that no one wants to be his temp secretary, because the employees were all wary of the way he’s been acting up. Jiyong is like a bear with a sore tooth for the whole week. 


What she may lack in the style department, she makes up with her professionalism. Now he knows why his father favored her as his secretary despite her young age and that it was her first job. Sandara Park is the most efficient secretary one could have. And he just lost her. All because of his stupid prank.


Jiyong thinks that all he needs is to loosen up so he could go back to his usual, cheery self. And by loosen up he means, hooking up with one of his girlfriends. That’s why he has Keiko accompany him. He is sure that they’ll have a long, sleepless night ahead. And that might just do the trick.


He signaled for the waiter and ordered a few more additional bottles of liquor for their table. Not long after, he’s throwing his head back in laughter along with his friends. 


“What’s up with the girl?” Young Bae asks the instant that Keiko went up to go to the bathroom


Seungri follows through “Yeah, hyung. How can you score a new girl if you have one clinging at you?”


“I haven’t been laid for the past week and Keiko’s available” 


“So? You could have any random girl here. It’s more fun.” Seungri’s hormones rival that of Jiyong. Perhaps could even surpass it.


Seunghyun downs a shot then turns his attention to Seungri “Jiyong’s not like you maknae, who’ll screw anyone wearing a skirt within a five mile radius”


“You could even dress up a post and maknae will still hit at it” Daesung adds


“What can I say? Women just love a strong baby like me” Seungri says, grinning. The four snickers at the maknae's narcissism.


Then Seunghyun’s phone rings. He immediately picks up.


“Hey, bunny. I’m here at a bar with the boys”


Seungri and Daesung start to tease their hyung by acting sweet to each other while making kissing noises.


“Wait. I’ll just go out, so I can hear you better. Don’t hang-up” Seunghyun rose from the couch. Before he walks away, phone in hand, he gave Seungri and Daesung each, a smack in the head, who even laughed out loud.



As Seunghyun walks away he accidentally bumps to another person, going to the bar. 


“Sorry, miss.” He quickly says, barely throwing a glance at the person’s face. All he knows is that it’s a woman, based on the short, black dress.




Jiyong shakes his head in amusement over the antics of the two.


I’m just really stressed at work.


His thoughts were disrupted by Young Bae’s question “Maknae told us that you and uncle had a shouting match, when your secretary suddenly resigned after a week of working for you. Is it true?”


Jiyong’s eyes turned to small slits and glares at Seungri, who is still oblivious, as he is once again reminded of Dara.


“My secretary did resign. And it’s my fault. Although Dad doesn’t actually know the real reason why she resigned” 


“This I want to hear. Hyung, how exactly did you made your dad’s loyal secretary quit?” Seungri having caught the word ‘secretary’ from Jiyong, asks with glee in his voice.


“For a man, you love gossip too much”


The maknae answers, sheepishly “That and women.”


Jiyong sighed first “More than a week ago, Sun Ye visited me. And we had inside my office.”


“Whoah! Hyung you’re such an animal” Seungri praises.


“Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?”


Daesung covers Seungri’s mouth with his hand “Don’t mind this pabo. Continue hyung”


“When we were fixing ourselves, I noticed that I still had the intercom on. To confirm, I led Sun Ye out and saw my prudent secretary red as a tomato. I knew then that she heard me and Sun Ye doing our thing”


“And?” Young Bae’s interest is now piqued.


“Let’s just say, I wanted to play a little prank on her. I called her in”


Seungri, able to remove Daesung’s hand, exclaims “You had with your secretary?!?”


“Shut up!” Daesung and Young Bae says to Seung ri at the same time. Successfully silencing the maknae, the three turned their attention back to Jiyong.


“No. I did not have with her. But I . Then I told her grandmother’s are not my type.” Jiyong stopped there not wanting to let them know about the incident at the hotel.


“Hyung, how old exactly is your secretary?” Seungri asks


“I’m older by a year.”


Rapid questions were thrown at him by the persistent Seungri “Is she pretty? y? Does she have a boyfriend?”


“Yah! Lee Seungri stop those thoughts” He didn’t know why he got worked up, seeing the glint in the maknae’s eyes.


“What? I’m only asking. I’m not thinking of doing anything:… With an impish smile, he adds “Yet”


Daesung and Young Bae smacks Seungri again, making Jiyong laugh.






~oOo~






The very same person the four were talking about is actually only a few meters away from them. Dara chose a seat at the bar, where she could have a visual of Jiyong’s table, but there’s little chance of him seeing her.


“Laugh while you still can .” She glances down at the watch on her wrist and sees the time “Perfect.”


And as if on cue, five women entered through the doors, almost one after the other. And all five women are heading towards the table, where Jiyong is.





Back at the table, Jiyong straightens in his seat, seeing Sun Ye approaching their table, a smile on her face. His eyes almost fell from its sockets, when four more girls appear in front of him. All five made their way and stopped at their table.


“Oppa!” Sohee calls out


With hands on her hips, Jessica turns her head towards Sohee’s direction “Excuse me, I think you’ve got it wrong. That’s MY Jiyong oppa.”


Juri on the far left speaks up “You’re both wrong. He’s mine!”


“He can’t be your oppa.” Sulli glances first at Sohee, then at Jessica “Yours” and lastly, at Juri “Or even yours. He’s my oppa. Here's the flowers he sent. The card says, love Jiyong”


“Ha! You b!tches are all delusional. I’m his girlfriend, right oppa?” Sun Ye claims


“Oppa! I’m sorry if I took a lot of time. The line is really long” Just when he thought it was over, Keiko returns from the bathroom. “Oppa, who are they?”




Jiyong couldn’t utter any word. Instead, he stands up and closes his eyes against five pair of eyes, with murder in it, stare at him.


This is just a nightmare. Yes, nothing of this is true. When I open my eyes, I’ll see myself lying in bed, probably even with a woman beside me


Opening his eyes, even blinking for so many times, did not change what’s in front of him.


Jiyong looks confused with the chaos that surrounds him now. He feels as if he's being punked by his friends. He snaps his attention to his friends. Young Bae looks like he’s currently wishing that the ground would open up and gobble him whole, away from this pandemonium. Seungri was laughing so hard, he’s holding his stomach with his left hand, while his right is slapping the couch, repeatedly. His laughter wasn’t that loud thanks to Daesung, who had both of his hands almost covering Seungri’s entire face.


Damn! What the fcuk is happening?


The night seemed to hold a lot of surprises for him. Someone tapped him from the back. He turns around and sees Dara all made up. If she appeared as a fairy princess nine days ago at the party, this time she looks like a sultry goddess, who can make a man drool in ten paces and bring men down on their knees in five.


“Miss me, baby?” Dara’s voice sounded husky. Because in truth she’s so nervous with what she’s about to do.


Jiyong was about to ask her a question, when Dara grabs hold of his head and pulls it down to give him a light kiss. 


It's the same as the one he gave her inside the elevator. However, before Dara could pull away, Jiyong presses her body closer to his and deepening the kiss.


Everyone at the table had their mouths agape, eyes almost popping, too shocked, as they witness how the two make out. Shamelessly.




Dara brings the kiss to a stop, and stares into Jiyong's smoldering eyes. She leans to him, seeming to place a kiss on his cheeks.


"I beg to disagree. I think it's YOU who has the hots for me" in a voice only he could hear, she whispers.


Then in a much louder voice, Dara announces "I'll see you later, baby"


It was Dara's queue to remove Jiyong's arms encircling her waist, and saunter away. She can feel their eyes following her as she walks towards the doors.







The moment she was out of the bar, Dara hails a taxi. Once she was inside it, her whole body began to shake. Seconds later, she was giggling. 


She may have spent around $200 for the flowers she sent. She may even get sick, wearing such a skimpy dress, when it’s already winter. Her is actually freezing from the cold. Her feet might be bleeding right now, after torturing them with the shoes she had on for hours. With the expression Kwon Jiyong had on his face, everything she sacrificed for tonight was well worth it. 







Inside the club, after everyone came out from their trance, chaos once again ensued.


“A$shole!” Sun Ye slaps Jiyong across his face, then leaves.


Sulli’s bashes his head with the bouquet “Dickhead!”


Jessica goes near Jiyong then stomps hard on his toes. A good pair of stiletto can injure a man. “Prick!”


Sohee meant to give him greater pain by aiming at his jewels. Jiyong was lucky enough that he was bending over to touch his toes, that Sohee’s knees only hit his stomach, “Jerk!”


Juri on the other hand has a different thing in mind. Seeing a glass of ice water on top of the table, she grabs it and dumps the whole content at Jiyong. Slowly. “ert!”


Jiyong thought he’ll receive another physical punishment when Keiko moved. Young Bae was taken aback when Keiko suddenly grabbed his shirt and started kissing him. After the kiss “Don’t call me ever again, you jacka$s!”


Like hell I would






~oOo~






When Seungri was composed enough, he asked the beaten and wet Jiyong "Who was the hot chick who kissed you, hyung?" 


"My ex-secretary" 


"Hyung! Seriously who was it?" Seungri whines


Daesung stares at Jiyong and sees that the latter is dead serious "Maknae, hyung's telling the truth"


"Eh? But the way you've described your ex-secretary it's a far cry from the seductress"


"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Jiyong answers through gritted teeth as he wipes his face dry.


"Hyung, she totally pawned you!" Seungri's laughing again.


"I agree with the maknae this time,hyung" Daesung began to chuckle "You were pawned by a !"





When Seunghyun returned, he scowls at the scene before him. Young Bae sat stoic on the couch. Seungri now along with Daesung, were laughing like crazy. While Jiyong now bears a very red palm mark on his left cheek, a rose petal in his hair, clothes drenched, and he's rubbing alternately his stomach and foot.


“What happened here? It looks like a war just passed by”


Oh yes, the war is definitely ON, Ms. ! Pray that I won’t see you soon.


Jiyong swore. A look of determination in his eyes.

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