~Author's POV~           I'm here to be with you...again.         "Pst~"          Dara looked around after hearing that weird sound. She was standing at the entrance of the university and was just waiting for Jiyong.         Later that day when they went to the Yoo's place, like what Jiyong said, they went back, but not to the mansion. She was shocked when she found herself standing in front of the house where they stay at when Jiyong suddenly left the mansion and brought her with him because she was his personal assistant back then.         "We'll be living here starting today..."         That's what he said as she threw him with questioning look. She was even shock seeing her things neatly placed on her room, the room she occupied back then. Her clothes were neatly folded and there were even set of new clothes for her. Her other things were also there and she wonders who fixed her  things there.         "Who...how...when...why..." Dara doesn't even know what to ask first.          "It's eomma's idea, and grandpa's. I don't really understand why your parents agreed to this arrangemet..."         "They did what?!"         "Agreed to this arrangement...         Oh my gosh! Seriously, what's happening to the world? Dara asked herself as she sighed frustratedly. It's just alright with her to live at a place with Jiyong's around but not this kind of arrangement. This... this... it was only the two of them living at that place for goodness sake!          Though they've already stayed there together before, it's quite different now... now that they were officially engaged and that, their classmates knew about it too. It just sounds so inappropriate in her point of view.         "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" she asked in a low voice as she sat at the couch.         "The thought dropped off my mind so I forgot to tell you earlier..." she sighed once again. "Take your rest now..." he said as he walked to the kitchen, leaving her there.         She stare blankly at the entrance of the kitchen and sighed for the nth time as she stood up and walk to her room.         She stood in front of the window and stare outside. It was dark, around 7 in the evening, and it's raining. Good thing they were able to make it there before it rain heavier just like that moment.         Kwon Jiyong's wife...         She remembered that particular words written at the book. She looked at her bed and saw the book there. She approached it and picked it up. She can't help but to smile. It's just too sweet though Jiyong was young then when he wrote it.         She felt her heart flutter as she run her fingers at each word. She like Jiyong...she's aware of it. But things seems to be different, way different as time passes by. She remembered Youngbae and her feelings for him. Is it the same as what she felt at that moment for Jiyong?         She shook her head and went to the closet to get some clothes to change on. As she exited her room, she can't find Jiyong. He's not at the kitchen. Maybe he's at his room. And so, she just entered the bathroom and took a quick shower.         She suddenly felt tired and just wanted to take some rest. It's okay for her not to eat anymore since Jiyong's aunt made sure that they'll eat enough before they leave. The Yoo's, they were just like Jiyong's family and she can't help but to smile with the similarities of the families. They seemed to be happy people. Jiyong's just different but she knows, he's just like them, in his own way. He's sweet, way sweeter than what she thought of him to be, and it made her smile.         Jiyong's way... he's unique in his own way and she like him for that.         Once she's done, she stepped out of the bathroom but still, he's not around. Okay, maybe he's resting now. He must be really tired.         She's drying her hair was making her way on her room when she realized, Jiyong was leaning his back at the wall near her room's door and his arms were crossed near his chest.         "Jiyong-ah?"          She stare at him while her towel is on her head. He smiled at her and slowly, reached for her and envelop her in his arms as he was still leaning his back at the wall behind him and hugged her. She was a little startled at his gesture but didn't push herself away from him nor didn't hug him