He held fast onto her wrists, pinning her against the concrete wall that was covered with dirt and grime, long since neglected. His rough breath hit her face as he regained his strength that had waned due to having Wolfsbane coated cuffs around his wrists for days. Now that he was free, however, his raw power bubbled over the brim, his vigor returning and washing over him like a surging wave. He was confident. He was overconfident. And she took advantage of this confidence he had due to finally being freed from his bounds.

She craned her neck forward, letting her cheek brush against his own in a way that didn’t affect him. That is, until she pressed her lips against his cheek. His head shook, his skin burning where she kissed him, “Wolfsbane lip gloss. Do you like it?” She whispered near his ear before she sent her knee sailing upwards, hitting his lower abdomen and barely missing a place that would have hurt him much more. When he doubled over, she slipped from his grasp before her leg brought itself up again and she sent a kick out, striking him square in chest.

He slid a few feet away from her and she lowered her leg, a smile of satisfaction appearing on her lips. “Is that all from the big, bad werewolf leader?”

He, Zico, scoffed as he picked himself up. Without a single word, he went for her again. He had a policy when it came to harming innocents, but this woman was far from innocent. This female hunter named Hyosung was far from it. He reared back his fist, swinging it and slamming it hard right towards her jaw. His swing, while fast, was something she expected, and she ducked down and to the left. As a result, his clenched fist pounded the concrete wall behind where she was just standing. A loud thundering sound reverberated off of the walls of the basement room as the wall cracked where his punch had landed. What followed that sound was a light laugh as she ran her fingers across his abdomen, rounding his body as she trailed her hand across his waist.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” She whispered, her lips pouting at his pitiful attempt to strike her.

He jeered at the comment as his hand fell from the depression he made in the wall. He had caught something. He caught something in that instant as she weaved around him. He had caught sight of her high-heeled feet and this was the reason he so sarcastically laughed at her words. That’s why he laughed at her words as his body went pivoting back so that his left leg swept under her and sent her falling to the ground. She let out a slight yelp as her body slammed down against the concrete floor, her high heels serving to work against her at the current point in time.

He didn’t let up on her as he bent over, grasping onto her neck firmly as he lifted her up from the ground until her feet were no longer touching the ground. And he smirked, feeling as though it were over as his fingers tightened around and she let out a gasp, her black painted fingernails clawing at his hand to no avail. It was over. This would be the end.

To her, however, it was far from it. Just when he saw her eyes begin to close, her hands slipping from his, the situation reversed. Just as he thought it was over, her eyes snapped open and her tinted lips spread out into that smile, that enticingly smug smile. And her hands wrapped around his forearm, her waist bending as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his outstretched arm. The action took him by surprise though he did not have time to figure out what she had done as her right heel pressed down into his shoulder and broke skin. She had stabbed him. She had stabbed him with the tip of her high heel. The pain that shot down his arm from the heel that had lodged itself between the ball and socket joint of his arm caused him to loosen his hold on her thin neck. She let her legs fall from his arm as she got out of his grip once more, standing up straight with one of her feet now barefoot.

Zico growled as he yanked the heel from hell from his shoulder, beginning to realize that this hunter was much more clever than he thought. Why? Because he could feel the numbing sensation spreading through his shoulder at this very moment. Because she had coated the tip of her heels with Wolfsbane as well. And it made sense now why she wore high heels. They weren’t a disadvantage. They were a weapon. She took to the phrase of a woman’s heels being her greatest weapon quite literally.

As he looked up, locking eyes with her, he felt something else surge through him besides the numbness that radiated out from his shoulder. Something else traveled from nerve to nerve, from axon to axon. His nerve endings were on fire, firing off as he felt that other feeling take over the pain he felt. The feeling of excitement. That’s what it was. A feeling of excitement that he hadn’t recognized. A feeling of excitement that Hyosung had caught on to.

However, whereas for Zico the fight had just begun, Hyosung was the one now looking to end it. She was the one who knew it was over as she pivoted on her barefooted heel and sent her still covered foot flying towards his temple. He blocked it, as she knew he would. He blocked it by grapping onto her ankle, his eyebrows furrowing downwards as his eagle like eyes narrowed into slits, clouded over to the point where they looked like deep pools of black devoid of emotion.

She remained there, staring into his eyes as he held her leg mid-air. Staring into his eyes as he seemed lost, the toy she had wanted to play with nowhere to be found. “No fun.” She whispered, her tongue clicking the roof of in dissatisfaction. She yanked her leg from his grasp, pulling it back down to her side. She decided then she would have to utilize a weapon other than her heel, despite not wanting to. Why? Because then it meant the fun would end.

Unfortunately, fun’s end was already in sight and she resorted to it. She resorted to using the knife she had strapped to her waist as she spun, her fingers pulling it from the belt around her waist before using her backhand to send it whipping through the air towards his throat. His eyes widened then, the haze that once shrouded them disappearing as he moved back, out of the way of her hand. And as he backed away, regaining his demeanor that was overtaken by that overwhelming feeling he had, she pulled from her waist another weapon. A weapon that when she cocked and pulled the trigger, she effectively ended the boring play date with the toy of a werewolf leader named Woo Jiho or, as he liked to be called, Zico.

“It all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to process it all as I laid on the ground. But, Zico was with me and he yelled for B-bomb to do something, I’m not sure exactly what. I expected the two hunters to strike us while I was down, but they didn’t. They went after B-bomb who ran off, leaving Zico and me by ourselves. He told me I had been shot, but he didn’t tell me how many times. Probably so that I wouldn’t feel helpless. If I had known I had been shot six times, I don’t think I would have made it here.” Dongwoo explained, his eyes connecting with yours as he finished his last sentence. His expression showed his genuine gratitude towards you for being here when he came to you for aid. He continued on, his story of what happened not finished quite yet.

“He was lifting me up, helping me stand, when there was the faint sound of a gun being shot. It didn’t come from the direction B-bomb ran. It came from much closer. The next thing I knew, we both went falling down, Zico collapsing after muttering well,” Dongwoo paused, wondering if he should repeat what he heard Zico say, “well, let’s just say he dropped the f-bomb. He was there, lying next to me with a tranquilizing dart in his neck. A I tried to push myself up but I couldn’t.  I didn’t know why at the time, though I do now, but I was so tired. I passed out. And when I woke up, he was gone. And well, next thing I knew, my feet were dragging me here and I was banging on the door before it opened and I fell onto Hyunjoo.” He ended it simply, his eyes scanning the faces of the other four werewolves who were in the room with him, “You all know what happened next. Like I told you before, Hyunjoo’s mom showed up and helped me last night. And now I’m better. Though, I have no idea where Zico is, it seems obvious what happened.”

“The hunters took him. Why else leave him to take care of you while you were weak?” Hoya’s question was rhetorical as he continued, “He dropped his guard and when he didn’t notice, they sedated him and dragged him off somewhere.”

“I wonder how high the dosage was. It takes a lot to put Zico down.” U-kwon joked, though his voice was coated with worry. He was trying to make light of a not so light situation for the benefit of everyone in the room with him at his own expense. You reached out to him and patted his back to which he leaned into, allowing you to comfort him.

“Then we just need to find them, right? Find them and we’ll find Zico.” Sungjong deduced only to sigh soon after, “Though of course that won’t be the easiest thing in the world to do.”

Sungyeol nodded his head, agreeing completely as he added sarcastically, “It’ll be like walking into a den of hunters. Oh wait, that’s exactly what we’ll be doing.”

“Zico will be fine.” You spoke, gaining their attention. The phrase seemed obvious. Zico had been in much worse situations. Captured by hunters? “They’re probably wishing they never took him right about now.” There was a period of silence as they stared, trying to convince themselves of the thought you had just conveyed. That Zico would be fine. That Zico was and is fine. That because he’s Zico, he is.

Hoya was the one who broke the silence, his next words directed towards Dongwoo, “You’re alright. Thanks to Hyunjoo’s mom, we didn’t lose you. I’d say for now that’s enough to celebrate about.”

Dongwoo nodded, appreciative of the way all four werewolves questioned him so much it was almost annoying as soon as they arrived, all of them fawning over him to make sure he was alright. Though at the current point in time, they weren’t fawning over him but over a certain someone who U-kwon and Sungjong embraced as soon as the door of the house opened to let them in. You. You as you sat between U-kwon and Sungjong who were stuck to you like glue. “Are you two celebrating by doing that?” He nudged his head in their direction and they knew exactly what he was talking about. However, someone else did as well. You, who in the past never understood or rather never wanted to understand such comments, also knew exactly what Dongwoo was referring to.

“You gave up the seat. It’s your loss.” Sungjong joked as he hooked his arm through yours, tugging on you as he laid his head on your shoulder. He was right, Dongwoo had given up his seat next to you on the couch to instead take a seat in the lounge chair while he told them all what he told you earlier; the story of what happened in the woods with the hunters and Zico.

“What do you mean? I’m always like this.” U-kwon asserted, stating the simple fact that whenever he was with you, he always sat this close to you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the declaration.

“He’s right. He is always like this.”

Five pairs of eyes landed on you, four of which seemed surprised by your sudden knowing statement. Sungjong’s grip on your arm loosened as he pulled back, away from you. You tilted your head, looking right back at his eyes that were coated with disbelief. And then, without warning, as he read the look on your face because the walking billboard never hides it’s emotions, he pulled you to him. He hugged you in that same way he had in the gym, the last time you saw him back in December. Except this time, your arms wrapped around him as well, soothingly rubbing his back to ease his shock. His shock that you had acknowledged without a single doubt the reality of the situation.

The reality that you weren’t going to run away from them anymore. That you weren’t going to run away from the affection they showed you. That you would face it head on. And as you felt U-kwon yank you away from Sungjong and pull your back to him, his forehead resting against your back, as you caught sight of  the smile on Hoya’s face and the pure shock on Sungyeol’s, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had waited much too long to do so. But, you would from now on. You would stand your ground firmly and figure out what Jiyeon’s words meant. You would figure out what these feelings were and for whom they were.

“Only three?”

“All we need is three.” B-bomb flexed his fingers as he stared down the woman with maroon colored hair that stood in front of him. The same woman whose head he had remembered bashing into a tree trunk. Something he was sure she wasn’t going to let go so easily.

“You underestimate us.” A woman with light brown hair spoke, the smell wafting from her one of vanilla incense. “Though I assume your intention was to return to your home without a fight.”

“While it was what we intended to do, we’re not above engaging in a fight.” Myungsoo answered back, his hands in his pockets as he stared her down, already deciding she would be his opponent once the metal and the fangs came out.

“Lucky for you, neither are we.” The girl with bright orange hair spoke, her manicured fingers combing her hair back as she pulled it into a ponytail. From her smile that looked as though she were a child in a candy store, he could tell she was the volatile one. The one that would be the hardest to get under control. He, Woohyun, could tell that it was left to him to take care of her due to bltn B-bomb and Myungsoo already deciding on which hunter they would be focusing on.

Woohyun took a step closer to the bright orange haired woman, a polite smile spreading across his face, “I suppose it’s me and you then.” He reached a hand out like the gentlemen he was, “Shall we dance?”

She raised her eyebrows, already looking forward to it, “I’d love to.”

And the first move was made as Woohyun gripped down onto her hand that landed in his and sent her slamming downwards onto the snow covered ground.

The sound that echoed throughout the room was deafening. What followed it was the small murmur from the lips of a brown haired woman, “I win.”

She didn’t kill him. But, she could have. The bullet she shot hit the wall behind him not even an inch away from his head. So, she didn’t kill him. But, again, she could have. She could have and he was left puzzled, a bead of sweat dripping from his fringe down onto his forehead. She could have killed him and Zico couldn’t help but question why she didn’t. Even though he didn’t think he could have been puzzled more by the hunter, what she said next proved him wrong.

“You’re free to go.” She waved her gun in the air dismissively before storing it back into the holster at her waist. Despite her words, he didn’t move an inch, his eyes looking at her as he tried to assess what just happened. She rolled her eyes as she sighed heavily, “What? You’re curious as to why? Let’s just say I’m giving you a chance to figure out what you did wrong. Winning so easily is no fun.”

That got him to talk, Zico’s next words seemingly hilarious to her as they only caused a smile to form on her face, “Fun? Is that all this is to you?”

“Oh, don’t pretend with me. I know how you are.” She leaned over, picking up the heel he had discarded and slipping it back on despite the blood the coated the heel. She stomped her foot down, adjusting it to her foot before her eyes once more laid upon him, “You’re like me. All of this is fun for you.” Her hands gestured to the wall he was once bound to, “The chains. The Wolfsbane. It’s all “exciting.” You get off on it.” When her eyes landed on him again, her eyebrow raised upward in mock disbelief, “Why else do you think I had her put you down here?”

Her words caused him to realize what she did earlier. To realize that that feeling he felt earlier was excitement. He had done what Sunggyu warned him against. He had lost himself in the fight. The same thing Sunggyu had done when he stabbed Jaehyo that night so long ago. He was driven by his other side. The side that didn’t think and only acted. The side that cared not for guns or bullets. The side that would have just died if not for the hunter out of the kindness of her pitch black heart missing on purpose. Why? Because he had to figure out what he did wrong.

Now that he had, and now that she was so willing to simply let him go despite their agreement, he wasn’t going to question her. He wasn’t going to say, “a deal’s a deal” and stay down here with her. Not when there was another woman he had been waiting to see for such a long time now. The thought caused his confident smirk to return again, his eyes on the ground as his eyebrows raised upwards in anticipation, “Actually, there’s one thing I find much more exciting than this.”

Hyosung looked him up and down, not understanding the sudden change in his mood after he looked like a whimpering puppy while she spoke just seconds ago, “And what is that?”

Zico lifted his head, locking eyes with her one last time before laughing, “The idea of seeing my stubborn headed girl again.”

And in an instant, the sound of ripping skin filled the air and a gray blur rushed out of the open door of the room. He had transformed. Zico had promptly transformed before bolting out of that place.

Hyosung didn’t chase him. She remained standing in the middle of the room, her arms crossed against her chest, “Well isn’t that quite the charming line.” Her mind flitted to her prey with the dark brown hair with shades of red hiding underneath. To that compassionate werewolf whose own charisma radiated off of him without him even trying. Quite the unsuitable match to the kindness his eyes held. She thought back to him and she couldn’t help but compare them. Him and Zico. “Despite how they look, they’re quite alike aren’t they?”

And so, Zico became number two on her list. The one she would kill after she shot a bullet through the heart of her number one prey; the werewolf named Kim Sunggyu.

It was late now, Dongwoo having left with Hoya, Sungyeol, Sungjong, and U-kwon soon after Sungyeol pulled you out of a stubborn U-kwon’s grip. They had to return to Sunggyu now and you understood it. You didn’t say a word as they left, despite wanting to spend more time with Sungyeol, Sungjong, and U-kwon. You hadn’t seen them in so long, but you didn’t complain. The most important thing now was finding Zico.

You could only hope he was alright. Him and your mother. Your mother whom you were waiting for in the living room, her night shift lasting longer today than usual. You felt like you needed to talk to her. No, you had to talk to her. To talk to her about what had happened with Dongwoo. To talk to her about her insinuating words to you yesterday night.

You sighed and your eyes drifted to the window in the living room. It was snowing again tonight, as it had been since this morning. The snow had piled up, the storm not having passed quite yet. But, it was calming. You saw this as a sign of sorts. A sign that things were getting better.

You heard a noise come from the front door and you lowered the volume of the television. Your mom was home. You’d be able to ask her about last night. Although you had no idea how to even start, you still had to try. As you stood up from the couch and walked towards the door, discarding the blanket that was wrapped around you on the back of the couch on the way there, you paused. You paused because the door wasn’t opening yet. Because despite her being home, she had yet to open the door. You stood still, the sound of something bumping against the door causing you to flinch. The bumping continued on and you regretted watching that horror movie earlier.

Now that you thought about it, you hadn’t heard her car pulling up, nor had you seen the headlights of her car through the curtains hanging on the windows. Which meant it wasn’t your mother.

You walked slowly towards it, listening to see if you could make out who or what was on the other side. That’s when suddenly, the banging ceased. Whatever it was that was on the other side of the door was quiet. Everything was quiet except for the low murmur of the television in the living room.

And what broke this quiet, this silence, was another bang. A bang on the wooden front door that caused it to go bursting open. A bang that caused you to fall backwards out of shock. Well, half of it was due to your surprise. The other half was that something had tackled you to the floor.

Something big. Something furry.

A wolf.

A large wolf.

You stared up at it, eyes wide as it’s body laid on top of you, weighing so much you couldn’t help but remember Dongwoo who stumbled through your doorway and pinned you down with his body that felt like it weighed a ton. And at that thought, at that thought coupled with the narrow dark eyes of the wolf that lay on top of you, you knew this was one of them. One of the werewolves. And you knew who it was as well. You wondered if you should leave a sign outside that said, "Werewolf? Ring doorbell three times." It would save you from the anxiety of wondering who it was. 

“You broke through the front door.” You mumbled the complaint, a light laugh twinkling from between your lips. The gray wolf hummed lowly as it leaned forward, its head pressing against your forehead. Your vision blurred at its closeness, causing you to be unable to see it. Unable to see the moment in which wolf became man. The see the moment in which he morphed back into his human form. When Zico morphed back into his human form. The fur that tickled your bare skin had disappeared, replaced with skin to skin contact. And he pulled away. Zico pulled away and walked off, your eyes catching his bare feet and ankles as you traced his legs upwards.

Something you regretted doing. Why? Because he was stark . You immediately covered your hands with your arms, your throat swallowing down the saliva that had gathered in your mouth in the few seconds in which you stared at him. You cursed profanities at yourself for forgetting such a thing. For forgetting that when they transform, their clothes don’t exactly fit anymore and are as a result flung away.

The sound of creaking metal and the ceasing of the cold breeze that hit your arms was what caused you to think it was okay to look again. Or at least to peek so that you could see what in the world Zico was doing. As you lifted your arms slightly, peeking up to see where he was, you found him sitting by your side, a red item covering his shoulders. The blanket you had been using moments ago was now being used to cover up his ness, something you were thankful for.

“I’m decent.” He whispered, though not at all as playfully as you remembered him to be, “And, I fixed your door.” You sat up at that, using your hands to support yourself as you did so. When you looked on at the door, you found that while it was now up as though nothing had happened, the hinges were ripped from the doorframe. “Temporarily.” He finished, noticing the look of shock you had as you noticed it. You sighed as you turned to him, a smile on your face and a laugh about to leave your throat due to this situation you were used to by now when you were stopped. You were stopped by the look on his face.

The look of utter defeat.

Which was impossible, right? Zico never looked like this. So helpless. So at a loss of what to do. So uncertain of himself. This couldn’t have been the same Zico you knew.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, scooting closer to him. The slight fear that he had been shot as Dongwoo had been rose within you and as embarrassing as it would have been, you wished you had taken a better look at his uncovered body. But, he was still walking fine, which meant he shouldn’t have been. Right? So then, what was wrong?

“How do you deal with it?” He suddenly asked, confusing you further. You were prepared to ask him to elaborate when he did so on his own, “How do you deal with the fact that you’re too weak to do what you want to do?”

You should have taken this as an insult. An insult to all that you had done up to this point. But, you couldn’t deny that he was right. That, at most times, the frustration of being too weak to be trusted with something or too weak to deal with something on your own was just that. Frustrating. Annoying. Aggravating. And saddening. Just as you couldn’t deny how right he was, you couldn’t deny him an answer.

An answer to whatever it was that was bothering him. An answer more important than all the questions you had about where he was and if he was okay. An answer he asked for from you as his eagle like eyes seemed devoid of their usual ferocity and his hair fell down on his face, making him seem just as vulnerable as you felt sometimes. Vulnerability that you fought against every day, even now. And so, you decided to let him in on your secret. Your not-so-secret secret of how you dealt with it all.

“I do just that. I deal with it. I deal with it until it’s not an issue anymore.” You told him as you sat there in front of him, looking at him patiently without asking for a single explanation as to why he would ask you such a question. It was an obvious answer to him, just like you thought it would be. But, hearing it was good for him. Hearing it out loud calmed his worries. His worries about if he was strong enough to stare death in the face and win next time. The risk was still there but his hesitation had faded.

He stifled a laugh as he locked eyes with you. You who seemed surer of yourself now than you ever had before. You had changed, just slightly, and he had laughed because it proved his words right. His words that seeing you again was much more exciting than any fight. His lips formed that cocky grin that was indistinguishably his as his voice came out in it’s usual teasing manner, “Then I guess I’m just going to have to hone my skills then.”

It had been a long time since you had been in the forest. A really long time. The trees remained full with leaves, evergreens as they were. The smell of pine penetrated your lungs, a pleasing smell to start the day off with. The crunching of leaves behind you caused you to turn, coming face to face with a haughty looking Zico whom was priding himself in being able to sneak up on you. You took steps back, scoffing at his joke. He stood there, grinning in response as his hands remained in his pockets, not a word leaving his lips. This caused you to have to speak first, to coax from him why he had asked you to meet him out here this early morning, “What is this now, Zico?”  

His hands shifted out of his pant pockets, moving to his jacket as he ped it, shedding it from his shoulders as soon as he finished. He raised it up towards you, getting a skeptical look in return that soon after turned into shock as he suddenly threw it at you and it landed on your face. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your throat in response to the cloth that now blinded you. You leaned over, pulling it off of your head and causing your hair to turn into a bird’s nest. When your eyes once more adjusted to the light of the morning sun, what you saw gave you pause. The reason? You saw nothing at all.

There was no one there anymore. Zico was gone, his footprints in the thin layer of snow all that was left of him. You held tightly to his jacket as you turned to your left, then to your right, your eyes scanning your surroundings for him. Yet, there was no sight of him. However, there was sound. There was the sound of his voice that caused you to flinch as it echoed through the space around you, “Let’s see how rusty you’ve become.”

And now, it made sense. You knew what this was now. The training had begun again.

Her fingers tapped down on her knee, her legs crossed as she stared him down across the coffee table. He was sitting there as though he hadn’t a clue as to why her disposition was so sour, much unlike her name. He didn’t hesitate to point this out as his naturally narrowed eyes glazed over with amusement at her irritation, “So it seems behind the Sunny day is a dark sky and turbulent winds.” His play on her name did not serve to lessen her anger with him. He had done the thing she had told him not to do. To wait to do. He had made contact.

“You shouldn’t be meddling with it.” An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head, “Not yet. It’s unnatural.” She focused back on him, locking eyes with his. Locking eyes with his that seemed to not be looking at her in the least. It were as though he were looking past her. She knew what it was he was thinking about and it surely wasn’t her words of warning, “Are you listening?”

His eyes broke contact with hers and fell downwards, coming to rest onto his hands in his lap. His eyebrow cocked upwards as his shoulders inflated, a shrug being produced from the action. “I was, but then I decided I don’t care.”

She sighed again, her frustration showing through the rough intake of breath she took. She didn’t want to have to deal with his whims. She knew that this would happen when he came, yet what could she do? She was his caretaker now. She was the one who was supposed to look after him now that he was here. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a favor. It was an order from the higher-ups. He would serve to be a key player in the events that followed. But, not yet. He wasn’t supposed to intervene just yet. And he did. He did because, well, she didn’t know why.

“Why did you do it?” His eyes lifted from his fingernails he had been inspecting due to her inquiry. She continued on, clarifying her question, “Why did you call Song Hyunjoo?”

“You can tell a lot from a person’s voice. You can tell from the tone of their voice when they answer an unknown number what their natural disposition is. You can tell from the harshness of their double consonants whether they are soft-spoken or arrogant. You can even picture what they look like merely from the sound of it.” He paused, his eyes gleaming a golden sheen under the light that hung overheard, a sign that she would not at all like what he said next and in truth, she didn’t. “So, why don’t you show me a picture of her already? I’m getting impatient.”

“If I show you a picture, you’ll go looking for her.”

His lips curved into a sly smile, not at all attempting to hide his intentions, “Even if you don’t show me a picture, I’ll find her.”

A/N:

Today was another long day. Can a girl get some food? Seriously, right now I'm off to get some munchies. How many hours has it been since I've eaten something? One? Two? Yeah, time to get some food. Anyone else start singing the hungry hungry Hippos song whenever they get hungry? I don't do it intentionally. It starts off with a simple "hungry hungry, I'm hungry" and turns into a full blown "hungry hungry hippos, it's hungry hungry hippos!" Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you! 

So, jokes aside, I made a new poster and background for this story and I love it. I seriously love it. Why did I change it? Well that's because people kept on assuming that Myungsoo would be the one Hyunjoo would end up with just because he was in the poster. I haven't even decided who she'll end up with (though I do have a really good idea about it. Like, really good.) Myungsoo was in the poster not because he would end up with her, though he might, who knows (he has as good a chance as anyone), but because SPOILER. Yep, that's why. Now you know. 

Now, about the chapter. It's really long. Again unintentionally. I personally love the last scene. I can't describe why, maybe because this mystery man still hasn't been revealed but is looking to be. Will he find Hyunjoo? How will the training go now that it's started once more? Will the mystery man be revealed in the next chapter? Yes. The answer is yes. Though, not exactly. While you will find out who he is, not knowing his intentions still will probably prove to be an all-kill for your guys' patience. Just a warning. Hope to see you there all the same! 

No one shall stand in between me and my impending snack time.