http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeLx8owh8pk

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At promptly 11 on Saturday morning, Jungah received a call from Kris and came downstairs. She looked around and spotted his orange sports car nearby. *Is he still in the car?* Jungah walked towards the car.

Suddenly, the driver side opened and a long leg stepped out. Jungah stopped.

Kris lithely stepped out of the car in dark denim jeans and a plain, thin white t-shirt.

*How can he make something so simple look so damn attractive? What the hell? Did I just call him attractive? I must be crazy.* Jungah shook her head.

“Why are you shaking your head? I came right on time like you told me to.” He said. “Nothing.” She growled.

Kris couldn’t help but check her up and down. Her thin cardigan hugged her slender body, and her long, bare legs stole his attention. *Damn. Why does she always wear something so short whenever we meet? Is she doing this on purpose? To seduce me and drive me insane? If she is, it’s working.* His eyes stayed on her legs for a little too long.

Jungh cleared . Kris shifted his gaze back up to her face. She gave him a pointed look. *You are so busted.* His ears turned pink. Kris cleared his throat and opened the passenger door for her. “Get in.” Jungah walked over, gave him a long, suspicious look, and then stepped inside. He shut the door, went into the other side, and clipped his seatbelt on.

“Where to?” Kris asked.

“Wherever. I just have to be back by-“

“Six. I know.” He looked at her, “Is there anywhere special you want to go?”

“Surprise me.” Jungah settled back into her seat with crossed arms.

Kris glanced around the vicinity for a while. A place lit up in his mind, and he snapped his fingers. *I know where we can go.*

“Figured out where to go yet?” Jungah asked.

“Yeah, I have the perfect place in mind.” Kris pressed on the gas pedal and sped out of the parking lot.

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Jungah looked out at the busy, sparkling view in front of her. Ferries floated on the beautiful river. People were sitting on the grass with picnic baskets. Other visitors were rollerblading or jogging by. She looked up at Kris, “Seriously? The Hankang River is the perfect place for you?”

He shrugged, “I surprised you though, didn’t I?”

“Have you ever been here before?” Jungah inquired.

“Occasionally for jogging.” *Or drug dealing.* Kris thought. “What about you? Do you come here often?”

Jungah remembered learning how to ride her bike here. Her teacher, of course, was Zico. Her eyes softened. “Yeah…a few times.” She shook her head to shake the flashback away and looked up at Kris. “So what do we do now?”

“Whatever you want to.” He said.

“Great. You brought us here, and there’s nothing we can ing do.” Jungah growled as she crossed her arms.

Ding- ding! “Incoming!” A voice hollered.

Kris pulled Jungah back. They watched as a couple passed by on a tandem bicycle.

Jungah felt Kris’s gaze on her. She looked up at him, and her eyes rounded. She shook her head, “Oh no. I am NOT riding a tandem bike with you!”

Minutes later, Jungah and Kris were cruising down by the river on separate bicycles. He gave her a look, “Are you sure you don’t want to ride on a tandem bike?” She made an ‘OK’ sign. “ing sure.” Kris chuckled, “You have a foul mouth.” “Don’t point your dirty fingers at me. I’ve heard you cursed once or twice.” Jungah gave him a look.

“I reckon you heard more than that.” He smiled. She shook her head and looked away.

Her gaze drifted over the peaceful river. She reminisced about the time Zico taught her how to ride a bike.

“Don’t you dare let go, Woo Jiho!” Fourteen-year-old Jungah screamed as she wobbled on the bicycle. “I won’t, so look forward! You can’t pedal while staring at gorgeous me!” Zico, who had been seventeen at that time, warned.

“Gorgeous, my . More like a bastard! Why did you want me to learn how to ride a bicycle anyways?! I hate this stupid- WHOA!” Jungah lost her balance.

Zico quickly caught her arm and steadied the bike. He exhaled in relief and gazed at her.

“What?” She growled defensively. He gave her a small, entertained smile, “That was the most I’ve heard you talk. You usually grunt a one or two word response to me, unless you’re insulting me.”

“Oh, shut up.” Jungah got off the bike.