A long chapter for the long wait. Hope you guys will enjoy this. :) 

JIYONG

 

“So it’s a rumor? It’s not true?”

“Yes. Dara and I are just friends.”

My throat suddenly felt dry after explaining to my parents and Seungri the real story between me and Dara. We were in the saloon, sitting on a wide sofa while munching some canapé. Reaching for the glass of water on the table, I took a gulped from it before I stared at the three who were sitting across me looking businesslike. But since they didn’t seem to care much whether the news was true or not, I decided to end our discussion and rose from my seat.

 “So . . .uh can I leave now? I have to check my daughter.” I asked, looking at them.

To be honest, all I cared about right now was Bom. Something about the way she stared at me with her stoic expression after seeing the dating rumor through Seungri's phone made me feel unsettled. Right now, she was in the cabin with my daughter who was luckily taking a nap when the article came out.

“You can go now, ji yong." said dad, motioning at me to leave.

Seeing the door to the cabin slightly opened, I knocked softly before I entered the room. The sound of the door slightly screeching on its hinges made Bom stopped at folding Miyoung's clothes and glanced at my direction instead. My eyes flickered to my daughter who were still sleeping peacefully on the bed then back to Bom who resumed neatly folding clothes. Locking the door, i took a step forward, "Bom I--"

"Pass me the bag behind you."

Puzzled at the sudden interruption, I remained staring at her before I hesitantly looked behind me and on the floor, I found a pink bag that belonged to Miyoung. Picking it up, I walked towards Bom and handed it to her carefully. It was either she was just really occupied or she didn't want to look at me when I gave it to her.

"Can we ta--"

"Have you seen mi young's doll? She's been looking for it. I can't remember if she brought it with her or not."

Just when I opened my mouth, she began to cut me off again. The way she wasn't addressing and saying the most important thing right now aside from the doll was amusing and making me a little nervous. When I didn't answer her, she looked at me again furrowing her brows and as if something occurred to her mind, she shook her head. "Never mind, I remember now. She left it in the car." She said, placing Miyoung clothes into the bag.

This is a torture. She's purposely not mentioning Dara. rubbing the back of my neck, I eyed the couch against the wall and restlessly sat on it as I looked at her back. "Bom." She looked over her shoulder still with her calm expression. "You look ill." she pointed. "getting seasick?" just like me, she toned down her voice avoiding to wake Miyoung up. But there was a hint of mock in the way she spoke.

"Aren't you going to ask about my dating rumor?" I asked, hesitantly.

Shifting her position so she could fully face me, "What is there to ask about?" She didn't wait for me to respond as she continued and said, "Do you kiss and flirt with every woman you meet Ji yong? Are you two really dating each other? if yes, why are you using me? And who are you to do that?"

I felt the panic rising in me as I vigorously shook my head. "Bom, No. We're not dating and . . .and . . . God, I don't kiss and flirt with every woman I meet do you think I'm like that? And--"

"I can see you're quite skilled at it." she responded, tilting her head to the side.

I had no idea if I should take that as a compliment or not but it seriously didn't make me flattered in this situation.

"And to use you is something that didn't and won't even cross my mind." I continued, wincing at the thought of it. 

She didn't say anything in return until we fell into silence. I felt like I was a child who had done something wrong at the way she scrutinized me with her gaze. Her lips pressed into a thin hard line. "Say something, please." I muttered, looking concern at her.

After a somewhat long stare down she let out a sigh then shrugged. "Okay. Good." 

The way she coolly said it and then proceeded to her task as though our conversation didn't happen left my mouth slightly ajar. Was she really okay? Wasn't she going to ask about why I was with Dara in the first place? And as if reading my mind, she glanced at me again. 

"To be honest, you clearly don't even owe me an explanation because it happened even before we got into this kind of relationship. Unless of course you're using me by trying to make me your other woman" she paused, quoting the last two words with her fingers. "Then that's a different story Jiyong." she continued.

I didn't even notice I was holding my breath until I relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.  "But you...earlier you commented that Dara and I suit each other. Why did you say that if you weren't upset?" 

Scoffing, "Me? Upset? Seungri asked me whether you guys look good together and I just honestly answered his question. And it seems to me that he favors Dara for you so why would I disappoint him?"

That kind of reason was even more amusing. How could she not be affected by that? "Weren't you jealous?"

"Why would I?" she responded, raising a brow.

"Weren't you curious about why I was with her?"

"No and I don't really care. Interestingly, I am more curious of why do you keep pushing this topic when it should have ended already, Jiyong. I think you're actually into her."  She said, narrowing her eyes at me.

Crossing my arms against my chest I leaned my back against the couch and smiled. "I'm not. I told you I like you and I mean it. I'm just fascinated at how you are reacting to this whole thing."

"Oh great, I didn't know you're into behavioral science." She said, rolling her eyes. "And how am I reacting to this whole thing, if I may ask?"

"I must say it's not what I expected."

"Did you expect me to go ballistic?" I noticed a small smile played on her lips but immediately disappeared.

"Yes, Kind of." I responded, chuckling.  "And to be honest I’m quite disappointed not to see you getting jealous."

"oh, really? I should have feigned jealousy then. Maybe next time." She said, standing up. She was really full of charm.  After zipping up and putting the bag on the couch she took a sit next to me with her legs up on the sofa. I thought she looked effortlessly attractive despite that she was all covered up. I watched her unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it in . Though we weren't facing one another, we gave each other a sidelong glance. The small sound of the hard candy popping inside made my gaze diverted to her lips then back to her eyes again. Adjusting her position, she turned to face me with one leg up on the couch. I mimicked her posture and moved a little closer until our knees touched.

"It's caramel flavored candy." she muttered, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. "I don't really share but here. Take it."

Taking my hand, she placed a piece of candy onto my palm and I couldn't help but chuckle. "We both know this is not what I want." I said, eyeing her.

"I know." she responded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But what you want right now is inappropriate." she said, emphasizing the last word.

Chuckling, I unhappily unwrapped the candy and popped it in my mouth wounded at my fail attempt to kiss her. The caramel was sweet and had an addicting taste that I asked her for another and she hesitantly gave me one again. "This is ridiculously good I can't believe I’m enjoying it." I muttered.

"What time are we going to reach your home tomorrow?" She suddenly asked.

Swallowing, I thought for a while trying to remember my schedule.  "I have a meeting by 2 in the afternoon So we'll probably get home by 12 noon."

"you're going straight to work?" She asked, her eyes widening a bit in surprise. "you're a workaholic." She added.

Chuckling, "well, this just the nature of my work. I have to keep an eye on everything."

"Do you love what you do?"

I was taken aback at the question that it took me a moment before I could respond. It was also the first time someone asked me that type of question too. When I studied her face, she seemed really interested to know my answer.

"To be honest, at first I didn't. Even though I wasn't forced to do it, somehow it still felt like that." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.  "As you know, it's a family business Bom and it's not just any business. It's part of Hospitality industry which is a very vast and competitive industry."

"Fast growing industry." She added.

I nodded in agreement. "Right."

"Even though I was free to choose whatever I wanted to pursue in my life, i couldn't help but feel this slight of guilt. I'm the only son. I don't have any siblings and even though my parents supported me, I knew that deep in their hearts they wanted me to follow their footsteps."

"And you did."

"I did."

Silence filled the air as we both turned our attention to Mi young who slowly stirred on the bed. I thought she was going to wake up but when she didn't move and fell back into sleep, I turned my attention to Bom again. She did the same. "So when I became the CEO, I wasn't sure whether I was happy with it or not. Sure, the position is reputable but the responsibilities are overwhelming too. You don't have any idea how intimidated I was. Will I do a good job? What if my father's hard work will go to waste because of me? And what if that happened? What about those thousands of people working under me? The reputation of our name and our family will be put to shame."

Swallowing, I reached a hand to her face and caressed her cheek. I noticed she tensed up at my touch but relaxed again. "But look at you now. You're dubbed as the youngest billionaire in this country and your hotel brand is one of the best hotels making you and your family one of the richest too. It's like a domino effect."

Impressed at her knowledge, "I have no idea I’m the youngest billionaire. Where did you read that?"

"In a magazine. It also contains your interviews with that editor who published that article. Wait, you don't know?"

Shaking my head, "I don't like reading that kind of stuff especially if it's about myself. I just find it weird, you know."

"No way." she deadpanned.

Chuckling, i tucked a few loose hair strand behind her ear and said, "You don't believe me?" It wasn't a question but a statement.

"Well, it's just that you seemed so full of yourself."

Quite speechless at her being so upfront, "Why do I feel like I have a bad reputation on you? First you thought I would just kiss and flirt with anyone and now, this." I asked, cocking a brow.

She shrugged. "You have that vibe. Anyway, so are you saying you love what you're doing now?"

I didn't even realize we actually changed topic until she mentioned the question again. "Can I just say that I like that we're having this type of conversation and that you're being talkative today. " I grinned, moving a little close to her. A pinkish color tinted her cheeks. "I'd rather say that I’ve become passionate about it." I paused, thinking of what to say next so she could understand me better.

"How do I put it. . . hmm. . .  I feel fulfilled when I see my guests leaving and coming back satisfied with our services. Yes, sometimes there are unsatisfied guests but instead of allowing it to let me down, I always use that as a way to improve more. I also feel fulfilled because of the comfort I am able to give to my daughter, my parents and also my employees and their families. When I see those things, I feel more motivated to do well. I'm not good at explaining things bom so I hope you get my point."

"I get it and I hate that I’m wrong about you being so full of yourself." she frowned.

Chuckling, "I'll take that as a compliment. And well, I owe it to my parents. I think it helps that they always remind me that the reason why we are living the life we have right now is because of those people we serve. And it's true."

"Your parents are really nice."

I knew she meant it well but there was something I detected in her voice. "What about you?"

"What about me? you already know my work."  she scoffed, breaking our eye contact.

"I know. But i want to know you more." I muttered. "What were you doing before we met?"

There was a short paused before she spoke. "Risked my life to save someone else's daughter who was about to get hit by a reckless driver?"

That made me grin. "You're witty. That's literally what happened before we met."

"And you suspected me for trying to harm Miyoung." she said, looking disgustingly at me.

I raised my hands in defense. "Well, you were clutching my daughter and you looked suspicious enough. I even thought you were a man until I heard you speak. Do you remember how you demanded me for more money despite that I had already given you some?" I teased.

The memory was vivid as if it just happened yesterday. "Excuse me, I didn't demand money from you. If I remember I . . . what did I say? it's..." Her eyebrows drawn together as she tried to remember whatever it was she said before she gave up and continued, "Anyway, whether I demanded money or not, I think it was just normal considering the fact that I risked my life. Do you remember when you were forcing me to go to the hospital to get treated?"

Frowning, "I wasn't forcing you. I was just concerned because you were hurt but you suddenly got angry at me. Seriously, you could have just come with me then." I laughed upon remembering it. Bom snorted, "I could have but I didn't. Do you know why? because I was already late for my interview with my employer who surprisingly turned out to be you."

"Now, that's surprising." I said, amused at the sudden revelation.  "I have no idea that's the reason why you didn't want to come with me."

"You didn't ask."

"You could have just told me." I retorted. "But you know, If that car incident didn't happen, and our first encounter was in the hotel, i wouldn't even bother to hire you let alone do the interview."

The way her eyes widened a bit made me knew that she didn't expect it so i continued. "You don't have any experience plus you've worked in small restaurants which is obviously not in line with what you were applying for. Not to mention that you were not wearing a corporate attire at that time. Seriously, that was not a good impression."

"Then why did you hire me?" She blinked, obviously clueless despite that I already laid out the answer to her.

"The simple fact that you saved Miyoung and that i was grateful to you." I said. "But I’m curious why did you choose this kind of work because like what I’ve said, it's not in line with your previous work."

At my question, I noticed how she absent-mindedly began to fiddle with her fingers. "It's complicated. I was desperate to find a work at that time because my uncle got in trouble."

"What trouble?"

I didn't fail to see the nervous expression that passed onto her face before she turned her head and focused on my daughter. "It's nothing. He got sick and wasn't able to pay the hospital bill."

I remember when she wasn't able to go to work and explained to me the following day that her uncle got sick. I wondered if that was connected to that. But still, there was something I couldn't get off my mind and I think it was the right time to ask her that.

"what about your education? Did you study?"

There was a millisecond of change on her expression before she answered. "No. And i won't be here doing this job if I studied." She responded, firmly.

But the thing is, you were able to finish your studies. 

If I hadn't known. If I didn't see the picture of her in her wallet wearing a black graduation gown, then I wouldn't hesitate to believe her. But I couldn't. A part of me wasn't biting what she said. why would she carry that kind of picture with her? For what purpose? Remembering the other photo that I saw of her with a man whose face was purposely scratched away,

"what about boyfriend?" I asked, curiously. I remember seungri asked her that question too and I was deeply happy to know she hadn't been in a relationship but now, I was kind of doubting it.

"I think I’ve already mentioned that to you. I haven't been in a relationship." she said, her voice surprisingly rigid.

There was a short pause from her and I could tell the question made her uncomfortable but as usual, she immediately recovered.  Certainly, there was something she wasn't telling me, yet. As I watched her, I remembered something from our conversations earlier before Seungri interrupted us.

"Is your uncle your only relative?"

She gave me a dubious look. "You're interrogating me." she responded.

"I'm not. I'm just interested and I just want to know you better."

"If I remember I’ve also told you about that. My parents passed away already and my uncle is my only relative. Is my interrogation done?"

I was planning to ask her something again but she seemed already irritated at me. I noticed she always got sensitive when I mentioned something about her family. "One more question."

Rolling her eyes, "make it quick." 

"Oh, I will." I grinned.  "Can I kiss you?" 

"No."

When she stood up from the couch I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her up on my lap. "You can't just go." holding her face I gently planted a kiss on her lips. Once. . . twice. . . thrice . . . I kept on doing it until she responded to me and tilted her head and felt her hands moved up from my shoulder to my hair. Just when i thought things were getting better, my phone began to ring. I groaned in frustration thinking it might be Seungri again. 

 "Someone's calling you. Answer it." Bom said as she quickly pulled away and settled beside me. Unlike me who was annoyed, she seemed delighted by the interference.

"I won't let you easily get away from me next time." I muttered, noticing the teasing smile on her lips. 

Fishing out my phone from my pocket, I looked at the screen and was quite surprised to see Dara's name on it. 

"Oh, your rumored girlfriend is calling you."

Glancing at Bom who was casually peeking at my phone, "It's probably about your dating rumor." she added, smirking.

"I have to answer this."

"I know." When she suddenly got up from the couch preparing to leave i held her arm, "Where are you going?" I asked.

a soft chuckle escaped from her. "This is a yacht and I’m pretty sure you can find me immediately. Answer your phone, Jiyong."

---

DARA

Looking at my reflection in the rear-view mirror of my car, I fixed the mascara that slightly smudged at the side of my right eye as I held up my phone to my ear waiting for Ji yong to answer my call. It had rung a long time before I heard his voice in the other line.

"Hey, Dara."

I hadn't seen him in the past days in the hotel and now that I heard his voice, it surprisingly made my stomach churn. Forcing myself to focus, I immediately went straight to one of the two reasons why I called him. First was the news and second was . . . nothing, really.  I just wanted to call him.

"Hi, I called just to say I’m really really sorry I’m embarrass right now knowing It's my fault that there's a news about us but don't worry my agency had already contacted the reporter who published it and they denied the rumor saying we're just close friends and that there's nothing going on between us and--"

"Dara wait. Calm down."

I didn't even realize I was talking like a machine gun until Ji yong interrupted me. It was a good thing we weren't conversing face to face or I would die of embarrassment. Taking in deep breaths I started from the top,

"I'm sorry I'm just really nervous I can't even--"

"See, you're doing it again. Don't rush and talk slowly." The sound of his y chuckle warmed my cheeks. "Are you still there?" I was too absorbed in his voice that i didn't even realized I was smiling like a fool and wasn't talking to him.

"Ye-yes." I stuttered. "Look, I'm so sorry Jiyong." I said, sighing.

"How many times have you said the word sorry? Seriously, stop saying it. We both didn't want that kind of thing to happen anyway."

But I honestly and secretly want it to happen. 

"You're right. I guess i just feel really bad." I responded, trying to sound cheerful and less wounded.

"It's nothing, Dara. Anyway, it seems that you're doing well and I’m honestly relieved that you called."

 "Does it mean you were waiting for my call?" I asked, smiling. There was an awkward silence that lasted for seconds before I broke it and said, “Don’t worry I’m fine and I’ve been in a few rumors before so I’m kind of used to it." I chuckled.

Before I could even let him speak I suddenly remembered one thing that I had to mention to him again.  "By the way, remember when I called you last time? is it still possible to have dinner with you and uhm. . .Park Bom?"

My sister's new name sounded unfamiliar as I said it. Until now I still couldn't believe that she was working for him and that Ji yong had clearly no idea of who she was.

I thought I heard a bit of hesitation when he responded and said, "Sure, but I would have to ask Bom about it." 

No, don’t. Just bring her with you. If she knew it was me she wouldn't even bother to come. But still, a dinner with just the two of us wouldn't be a bad idea too. "O-okay, then." I responded. 

Before I put him in another awkward situation, I halfheartedly decided not to prolong our phone call conversation. "I-I need to hung up now Jiyong. I have to go somewhere." 

"You're not having a little excursion again on your own without your manager's knowledge, right?"

I didn't expect him to remember such unimportant detail that my heart made a little leap at his question. Chuckling, "No and don't worry I asked my manager's permission plus this time, I already have my car." I said, pressing the car horn. I heard him chortled in the other line and it made me smile even more.

"I have to go." 

There was a short paused before he said, "Yeah. see you and take care of yourself, Dara."

"You too, Jiyong." 

 

When I arrived at the front step of an Italian restaurant, I immediately saw the familiar black car parked in the driveway. I knew instantly that the person I had been wanting to see was already inside the establishment. Pushing the entrance door, I was cordially greeted by a female receptionist who also turned out to be a huge fan of me. When she escorted me through the long, wide and carpeted hallway, she animatedly filled me with details about my dramas and movies she watched. I was impressed and entertained that I found myself exchanging little chats with her. By the time we reached the entrance to the private dining room, she sheepishly asked me for a picture and then thanked me and shook hands with me.

"So are you really dating Kwon Jiyong?" I was about to open the door but abruptly stopped when I heard her question. It seemed like she didn't mean to say it aloud as she looked embarrassingly at me. But instead of answering it, I flashed a grin, shrugged and then twisted my hand on the knob to open the door. Sometimes, it was good to make people wonder. 

The voices stopped when I stepped over the threshold with my huge smile still intact in my face. "Dad!" Like a little kid, I ran towards him with my arms spread out and hugged him. "I missed you!" I exclaimed. When he laughed I looked up at him and pulled away. "What are you doing here? Since when did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I should have picked you up at the airport. I was surprised when you called me, you know." I said, eyeing him from head to toe. He was wearing a custom-made black suit that perfectly fit his tall and slim body. His grey hair slicked back over his forehead making him look even more smart and even though he showed signs of aging with the dark spots and wrinkles on his face, no one could deny that he was handsome in his early days. 

"Stop bombarding me with questions, Dara. We have all the time. Let's take a sit first and talk while we wait for our guest and food." he said, with his raspy voice.

"Our guest?" As I made my way to the table, my gaze moved to the man I didn't notice was just silently standing in the corner. "Yongbae!?"

"Ms. Park." He bowed, stiffly. I laughed at his politeness but made no attempt to correct the way he called me. I knew him enough that he wouldn't even follow me if I suggested him to call me by my name. When he pulled back a chair for me, i thanked him and sat on it. "Where's Mr. Han? Are you my dad's personal assistant now? And speaking of Mr. Han why isn't he here?"

"Dara, what's with your dating rumor again?"

Turning my attention to dad whom I almost forgotten, "It's just a rumor dad. Jiyong and I are just friends. You know how those crazy paparazzi like to follow me, right?" I grinned, reaching for the glass of water on the table.

"Those photos of you with him in his car and you staying in his hotel too. I don't believe this is just a rumor."

Taking a sip of my water, "Me, staying in his hotel doesn't have any relations to that rumor and I’ve already settled that matter so don't worry about it. And regarding with those photos, it's a long uninteresting story I wish to tell you later." 

"Are you sure nothing's going on between you two?"

Nodding, "Have I ever lied to you, dad?" I chuckled.

shrugging, "Well, I just thought you finally found the right guy."

I almost sprayed the water from my mouth when I heard what he said. Swallowing, "Dad, you usually don't like it when I’m involved in something like this." I said.

"What kind of man is he?" he asked, ignoring what I said.

The question made me smile. "Kind, hard-working, gentleman and handsome. He's also a loving single dad that takes good care of his adorable daughter."

"I see." he nodded in deep thought.

"Why did you ask?" I questioned. Then something dawned on me. "What's the purpose of you being here dad?"

I was going to say something again when Yongbae suddenly walked behind him and whispered to his ear. My dad listened intently and then nodded. "Bring him here." he said.

Suddenly my heart thumped with anticipation. Him. Could it be Jiyong? Did my dad contact him? Is he here? Do I look okay? I watched Yongbae walked towards the door and when he opened it, a man who was about the same age as my father came in. "Mr. Han." I muttered. He smiled upon seeing but it immediately disappeared when he gestured to someone outside to come in. My false assumption was replaced by surprised when I saw a person I hadn't seen in so long.

"Uncle Psy."

When I glanced back at dad, he had a grim look on his face. And i knew right then that he found my sister.

---

BOM

As soon as I got out of the shower, I slid on my shirt and sweatpants, dimmed the bedside lamp and threw myself onto the soft bed. I tossed and turned first before I finally lay on my back and stared at the white ceiling. Outside my bedroom, I could hear footsteps, squeals and laughter that belonged to Miyoung and her dad. I listened to it for a short while until I heard Mrs. Kwon's voice luring her granddaughter with cookies and chocolates just to make her sleep with her in her bedroom. She succeeded, I think. For the noise and laughter gradually disappeared, and the door to Jiyong's bedroom squeaked opened and closed.

Grateful for the silence, I pulled the blanket over me and closed my eyes hoping to drift off to dreamland. Just when I thought sleep was finally taking over me, my phone began to ring, waking up my senses. Sitting up, I reached for my phone on the bedside table and hesitantly answered the unknown number calling me.

"Well, well, well, how are you Ms. Bom?"

A man whose voice I didn't recognize greeted me. Before I could even speak, he continued and said, "I hope you're not forgetting your debt to us. 3 more weeks and you'll be mine."

 My jaw clenched as I gripped the phone tightly to my ear realizing he was one of the loan sharks. "How can I forget such important event? I have been looking forward to that as much as you."

The man laughed on the other line. "You sound so confident. Does it mean you can pay the money?"

"Is that the reason why you disturbed me at this time of the night? Are you so afraid that you can't fall asleep thinking that I would ran away just in case I ended up not paying you?" I snapped. 

"Are you mocking me lady?"

"Why? did I offend you? Good."

I felt myself completely in rage when he laughed at me again. "If you're going to offend me, do it well.  Listen, I believe you can't pay such huge amount of money unless you sell yourself and let a wealthy dirty old man ed you on his soft bed which by the way, would be so unfair on my side since you didn't even let me taste you. Do you remember that steamy morning we had, pretty bom? Unfortunately, it was interrupted by your friend who needs to pay for what he had done to my face. But anyway, I’ll make sure next time no one's going to interrupt us and you will be mine.” He laughed.  “All mine."

I felt my skin crawled and the blood drain on my face when I heard what he said.  He's the same man who harassed me. He's not in prison. I should have let yongbae kill him when he had the chance.

"Go ahead. Believe what you want to believe." I paused, clenching my fist in anger.  "But there will be no next time. I will pay you the debt I guarantee you that."

"And what if we don't get the money?" he questioned.

"Come on, Aren't you too pessimistic?" I scoffed.

"If you have nothing else to say aside from your undying disgusting lust over me, then I have to end this useless call. For my dirty old man is waiting for me in bed."

Before I could let him notice the weakness in my voice and the doubt in myself, without waiting for his another retort, I ended the call, turned off my phone and threw the damn thing onto the bed. I could feel my insides shaking with dread and anger. I kept thinking of that man and the danger that awaited me. The debt, Dara, Jiyong and even all the lies I told him about myself earlier in the yacht. Frustratedly brushing my hair through my fingers, I stood up and walked towards the door. I need a drink. A strong beer, a brandy or anything that will wash down this anxious feeling. When I swung the door open, I froze startled to see the Jiyong walking in the hallway. A pile of folders and envelopes fell from his hands to the floor. I picked it up and handed it to him.

"Thanks. I thought you were already sleeping." he said, eyeing me.

I noticed he was also carrying his laptop and that made me think he was probably working again. "I'm preparing for tomorrow's meeting." He explained when he noticed me looking.

Nodding, "You should go and do your work then." I muttered, pointing at his room. When I walked past him, I felt his hand gently grabbed my arm. I looked at it then to his searching eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked.

It was a simple question and yet I find it hard to answer. "I'm fine." I responded, removing his hand off me. Tilting his head to the side, he looked at me suspiciously.  "Got a minute? I need you to help me with something." He said as he pulled my arm before I could even object.

When I got inside, my gaze roamed around silently observing his private space. Everything was neat and in place. The walls as if newly painted were colored in light grey matching the dark wooden floors and the furniture that looked expensive. The lights were dimmed except for the lamp shade that was glowing at the desk where Jiyong was silently sitting, staring at me. I swallowed and walked towards him. "what am I going to do here?"

"Take a sit." He said, as he motioned at me to sit on a chair across his desk.

"I want you to file these documents."

I watched him laid out the pile of papers and envelopes he was holding earlier and placed it in front of me. "Just file them according to their departments, date and month. Look at the top of the paper to determine where it belongs." He said, looking at me. This will not have the same effect as the beer but it will keep me distracted at least for a while. Without saying anything, I nodded in return and grabbed the papers. As I was skimming through the pages, I could feel him studying me for a long moment before he turned his attention to his laptop.  No words were exchanged after that as we both focused on what we were doing.

The task was so easy and yet it took time before I was able to finish it. Slipping the last paper inside the envelope, I looked to my right and glanced at Jiyong. He was leaning against the shelve flipping the pages of a folder in his hand while furrowing his brow. Resting my elbow on the desk, I propped my chin on my hand as I silently observed him. He looks so different when he's working. I was accustomed to see him play a fatherly role most of the time that I tend to forget that he was also a man who had other responsibilities. Right now, I could see that he was less carefree but more serious and focused. It was like seeing a different but the same person. Maybe it was just in his nature but he always seemed to know what he wanted and what he had to do.

My eyes devoured the sight of him as he did various habits that amused me. He bit the nail of his thumb, run his fingers through his hair, rubbed the back of his neck and sometimes he chewed his lip. He couldn't stand still without moving. I realized. When he folded the folder closed, he lifted his gaze and turned to look at me. It was so sudden that I had no time to divert my attention from him that he caught me staring at him. Fortunately, he made no attempt to mention it. "Are you done, park bom?" He asked, as he walked towards me. He sounded like a teacher asking his students if they were done answering their test papers. "Yes." I responded as I watched him tossed the folder on his desk before he piled up the envelopes in front of me and neatly placed it beside his laptop.

Realizing my job was done, I got up from my seat. "I'm going back to my room now." I said, eyeing his back. 

“You are acting strange.” He said, as he turned and leaned against the edge of the desk with his arms folded across his chest.

"Am I?" I asked, raising a brow.

He slightly nodded. "Aside from the fact that you’ve been staring at me for the past 30 minutes, you are surprisingly too quiet not to mention that you did what I asked you to do without even complaining." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you sure you're okay? because when you came out of your bedroom earlier, you look distraught."

The way he looked concern at me almost made me want to confide in him but I knew I shouldn't tell him about what I was going through right now. If I did, I might end up dragging him into this mess and If I tell him, he would end up questioning me again and questions could lead to other questions that I wasn't prepared to answer.

"Have you ever considered that maybe I wanted to be alone with you that's why I didn't complain and do this job instead even though you have Seungri, your personal assistant?"

I noticed his mouth twitched but he didn't make a move as he kept on staring at me. “Really?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice and I suddenly wonder if he knew I was just making up an excuse. It was a lie, Yes. But the part where I wanted to be alone with him wasn't.

"But that didn't explain why you look so distressed earlier." He added, frowning.

"It was my uncle." I blurted without thinking. It seemed that lying became as natural as breathing to me. "Is he sick? did something happen to him again?" he asked, worriedly.

"Yes." I swallowed, nervously. "You see, my uncle has a weak immune system and his flu came back but it's not that bad compared before. It's a good thing Yongbae called me. He's taking care of him now while I’m not around."

"Yongbae?"

It seemed that among the words that I said, that was the only thing he heard. A frown formed in his brows again.

"You're that close to him? to the point that you call each other and he takes care of your uncle?"

"We're neighbors. He lives next door and he’s kind enough to help my uncle." I responded, frowning. "But I’m certain the closeness we have is not on the same level as you and Dara.”

“I’ve already told you there’s nothing going on between me and her, right? And are you jealous?”

Shaking my head, “That should be my line, Jiyong.”

A smile formed in his lips. “Yes, I am jealous Bom.” He said, frankly.

"I'll drive you straight to your home tomorrow so you can take care of your uncle."

Surprised, "But you have a meeting in the afternoon, right? and who's going to take care of Miyoung?" Though I managed to stay calm, deep inside of me, I was already getting alarmed.

"I'll bring her with me."

"No, I can still work and just come home later when--"

"Your uncle's sick. Take care of him." He interrupted.

Realizing there was no way to convinced him, "Then I’ll go home by myself."

"I'll drive you home and maybe we can buy stuff on the way for your uncle."

I was already panicking inside that I had no idea what to say next. Uncle rarely came home and I doubt that he would be there when I got back. Even if he was there, he would have no idea about the things that I said about him to Jiyong. Plus, my apartment was messy and was just the size of Miyoung's spacious bathroom.

"I'm old enough to go alone." I said, glaring at him.

"You're really persistent aren't you?" he frowned as he slightly smacked my head.

"I'll drive you home and that's final."

"Fine." I retorted. "But you have to go immediately as soon as you drop me home. It will not be the appropriate time to introduce you to him especially when he's not feeling well."

I was surprised when he nodded immediately. "Sure, no problem with me and I’m not really rushing you or anything if that's what you're thinking. I just want to get you home safe." He explained.

"Safe? As if something will happen to me." I scoffed. "That's afternoon and not even late evening or midnight." I added, frowning. 

“You're giving me a head ache with your objections. That Yongbae is not even your boyfriend and yet you allow him to take care of your uncle and here I am, just wanting to drive you home safe and all I get are complains. Do i have to kneel down just to convince you?" he sighed as he looked down and rubbed his temples.

I pressed my lips together silently observing him as he run his hands through his hair. I could sense that he was annoyed at me that I found myself close-mouthed. When he tilted his head up at me again, he had a stoic expression on his face.

"I must be a hard person to deal with if you have that look." I said, looking at him.

That probably amused him as a ghost smile appeared on his lips. "What look do I have right now?" he asked.

"The I regret telling you that I like you, look."

The corners of his lips lifted up at what I said. Suddenly, he reached for my hands, squeezed it and pulled me a little close to him. The way he smiled and then brought my hands to his lips, kissing it alternatively without leaving his gaze off me made me blushed. “What about this look?” He asked, smirking.

“I-I don’t know.” I stuttered.

“You don’t know?” he chuckled. "How about we stop talking and do some actions instead hmm?"

My face was getting warmer and warmer each time he kissed the back of my hand. "I could spend some time here for a while." I finally said, acting like it was no big deal to me when in reality, i could almost feel myself palpitating.

"A while?" it felt ticklish when he tucked my hair strands behind my ear and ran his fingers at the sides of my neck. "Spend the night here instead."

"You haven't even finished your work."

"That can wait." He grinned, as he moved closer to me and embraced me tight enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He smelled so good that somehow, I found myself resting my head on his shoulder with my arms wrapped around him. I had no idea if he could see through me but I felt like he was silently comforting me especially at the way he gently caressed my back and my hair. When I drew back and stared up at him, he studied my features and then kissed my forehead. His lips lingered there for a while before he moved to the sides of my cheeks leaving trails of kisses to the lines of my jaw up to the nape of my neck. By the time he glanced back at me again, he was smiling so earnestly no one could ever tell that he was upset at me a while ago. My hands moved up to his chest and I could feel his heart thumping against it that seemed to be in the same rhythm as mine. Keeping his stare fixed at me, his one hand moved up to my chin tracing the outline of my mouth with his thumb.

"I like you so much I could kiss you all night." he whispered.

I parted my lips a little inviting him as he slowly leaned, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his mouth against mine leaving me in pure bliss. His warm, tender and cautious touch brought satisfaction and relief to me that all my worries and uncertainty seemed to fade and not matter anymore. As if we had all the time for ourselves, we showered each other with soft, shallow and slow kisses. From time to time he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear that would sent butterflies in my stomach. Tightening his arms around my waist, he turned me the opposite way and hauled me up on the desk. I instinctively parted my legs, wrapped it around his hips and pulled him close to me. When his mouth met mine again, I tilted my head, opened my lips more as I let his tongue probed the inside of my mouth. His hands began to move under my shirt gently tracing the line of my spine with his fingers. When I raised my arm, he pulled my top over my head and I did the same to him as I reached for the hem of his shirt undressing him. When he undid my bra and took a moment to look at me with his intense gaze, my heart was frantically beating against my chest. His hands that were at the sides of my waist slowly moved up and then stopped halfway, as if hesitating to go further. Giving him my permission, I placed my hands on top of his, watching his expression as I slowly guided him until he touched my s. “You’re beautiful." he said before he passionately kissed me again so deep and desperate I could hardly breathe.

It was then when he carried and gently lay me down on his bed I desperately gasped for air. "Breathe, Park Bom." He whispered. I could feel his hot breath as he chuckled and nuzzled my neck.  His bare chest heaving against mine and it felt so warm and nice. Touching his face with my hands, I directed him to my lips and he gladly kissed me back only gentler and shallower this time. I winced in pain and pleasure when he cupped my tightly. "I'm sorry, I’m sorry." He muttered after realizing what he did.

I want to feel him too

 From his shoulder, I slid down my hand to his torso up to the center of his manhood and gently rubbed him there as he trembled and groaned into my mouth. "Park Bom." He grumbled. Our pulse and breaths both quickened once again as his tongue made way inside my mouth exploring and . His touch and his kiss felt intoxicating I could feel myself losing to it. Just when I felt him sliding down my sweatpants, his hands suddenly grabbed my wrists and held it over my head, pinning me against the bed. I had no idea why but I could feel him smiling against my lips as he kissed me deeply. Wondering why, I slowly opened my eyes and I was surprised to see him staring back at me. Just then, he pulled back, breaking off the kiss. "I want you and its torturing me." He muttered, panting. "I could go on and do this for as long as we like but I am not so sure I could control myself. Not when this sneaky hands..." he grinned, giving my hands that were still pinned on the bed a squeeze.

"Are tempting me." he continued, planting a kiss on my lips. "If we're going to do that thing I want it when you're ready. But you're not, are you?"

The question and the thought of what he was implying made me suddenly feel uneasy. "No, I’m not." I admitted, hastily.

Jiyong must have sensed my nerves as he unpinned my hands and wrapped it around his neck. "I know and I respect that." he said, smiling reassuringly at me. "And besides, the last thing I want to do is to make you feel like I don't have good intentions on you." When he gently caressed my cheek, I felt a sense of relief washed through me and a complete adoration to him.

"I know you well enough that you won't do such a thing to me." I responded.

Smirking, "Really? Tell me how much you know me then." There was a challenge in his voice that made me frown at him.

"Why do I feel like you're subtly fishing for compliments?"

"Compliments?" he grinned. "Does that mean I possess good qualities?"

"If annoying, demanding and controlling are good qualities, then yes." I responded.

 I noticed a smile playing the corners of his lips as he watched me. "That's all, Bom?" He asked, as he kissed me. I kissed him back when he pulled away.

"No, Jiyong. There’s more." I mumbled against his mouth.

 

 I know that I’ve never been completely truthful to him about myself but if there's one thing that I can be honest about, it's about what I feel for him. Certainly this isn’t love, but I can't deny that I have a growing affection for him. Yes, it still terrifies me because I feel like I am forgetting and setting aside everything that happened in my past so easily. But still, whenever I’m with him, I always find myself in delight and the contentment and it always outweighs my fears and my anger.

 

Taking in deep breaths, "I can't believe I’m going to say this to you but..." I felt my cheeks turned red as I hesitated while jiyong patiently wait for me to continue. When I found the courage to speak again, I said,

"You're honestly a good man and in the last few days that I’ve spent here with you, I feel like I’ve gotten to know you better. I've seen what kind of man you are, not only to me but to your family as well and I really admire that about you the most. You're so goal-oriented, driven and determined in your career and...and it's not that I care but it actually kind of made me wonder why in the world you would prefer someone like me who has nothing instead of a woman who could contribute to your success?" I swallowed. "You tell me I am beautiful but so are you. You see Jiyong, a man like you is so rare to find that you possibly belong to an endangered species." A soft chuckled escaped from him.

"And I am truly pleased that a perfect man like you have come to like me.”

As soon as I finished, he brought his lips against mine alternating the kiss from shallow to deep. My heart fluttered at the contact. "I’m not perfect.” He said, pulling away. 

“Don't worry i was just kidding at that part. I just ran out of adjectives to describe you.” I responded, making him laughed.

As the huge smile on his lips slowly faded and replaced by some seriousness, he said some words that described what I exactly felt for him. “You fill the void in my life, Bom.” He said.

 

I wasn't expecting anyone to be awake at 5:30 in the morning so when I entered the kitchen, I was taken aback to see Mrs. Kwon standing over the stove. She was immersed in cooking that she didn't noticed my presence until I greeted her. "Good morning."

Her eyes widened a bit upon seeing me. "Oh hi, bom! Good morning." she said, flashing a smile at me. I thought she looked elegant with her long silk robe and black messy shoulder length hair. "It's still early dear, why are you up already?" she asked, stirring the pot with a wooden ladle.

"I'm having a hard time to fall asleep." I reasoned.  "I see you're cooking, is there anything I could help you with?" I asked, walking towards the kitchen counter where the ingredients were laid out. Looking over her shoulder, "Yes, could you please cut those vegetables? I’m going to make Jiyong some vegetable pancakes. It's one of his favorites." She grinned then winked at me.

Jiyong's still sleeping in his room. I thought.

Nodding, I picked the knife and a piece of carrot peeling and cutting it into short thin stripes. I normally work silently and alone, so when Mrs. Kwon began chatting with me, it kind of made me feel a little awkward. She talked spontaneously about all the travels and countries she had been to with her husband and began filling me with details even their quarrels and love makings that made me feel embarrassed. "Oh dear, you're blushing. Sorry." She laughed almost elegantly upon seeing me. She was such a bold, confident and carefree woman that I surprisingly found myself exchanging conversations with her too.

By the time I finished cutting all the vegetables, Mrs. Kwon gave me a cup of warm coffee and shared some fresh baked breads while we were waiting for the pancakes to cook. Sitting on a stool, "It must be hard to take care of Miyoung. She's quite mischievous." she said, sipping her coffee.

I just took a quite huge bite of bread that I wasn't able to speak immediately. Swallowing, "Yes." I blurted. Realizing what I said, "No. I mean, Yes. At first." I blushed, mortified. "But it's not because she's mischievous. It's just that I’m not that experienced when it comes to babysitting." I said.

"But still, you're the first nanny who didn't give up on her." She smiled.

Amused, "I heard quite a few stories about miyoung's nannies from Seungri but I didn't expect that they were true." I said, chewing a bread.

"And it's surprising that despite of the naughty things she did to you, you're still here." she said.

I personally think I would have given up right away if I’m not that desperate to earn money. 

"She's still young and it's understandable if she doesn't like her father hiring someone to take care of her. I mean, aside from you and Mr. Kwon, she only has Jiyong. Yes, she gets naughty sometimes but she's a nice and loving kid too. I think the reason why most of her previous nannies didn't last, was because they really didn't try to get to know her. Why does she do that? Why is she always upset with me? Why is she acting that way? You see, sometimes, it takes time for some people to open up or to trust someone. I think that's the reason why she's like that."

When I finished, Mrs. Kwon didn't say anything but just stared at me. I suddenly got nervous thinking I might have said some things she didn't like. "I apologize, I don't mean to be rude." I said.

"No, dear." she said, shaking her head. "No need to apologize. You didn't say anything wrong. In fact, I am pleased at what you said. I'm glad that Jiyong found someone who really cares." she paused, eyeing me intently. My heart made a nervous leap when I thought those words had another meaning until she continued, "And not just someone who does their job just because it's their job, you know. It's rare to find someone like that." she said, smiling serenely at me. "You're such a nice lady."

I know she's been kind to me but I wonder if she's still going to say that if she knows about the relationship I have with Jiyong. She might disapprove me.

I could feel my damped hair dripping onto my shirt as I hurried out of the bedroom and ran down the stairs. "I overslept." I muttered, annoyed at myself. After cooking earlier in the morning, I went back to my room and decided to take a short nap but instead of waking up after 30 minutes, I woke up an hour and a half later. "Oh hey, careful." To my hurry, I missed a step and almost landed on my back when I felt an arms suddenly wrapped around my waist supporting me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Seungri eyeing me with poker face on. "Such a plain looking face." He frowned. I seriously had no idea what the hell was wrong with him sometimes.

"At least I don't have that dark circles." I responded.

"Good morning to the both of you."

 "Oh, Good morning too Hyung."

When I saw Jiyong standing across me with a phone in his hand, I was almost certain he wasn't looking at me but to the arm around my waist that tightened more when I tried to pull away. Glaring at Seungri, "I think I can stand on my own." I said, gritting my teeth.

"Is something amiss?" Jiyong asked, his voice stern. His eyes moved from me to Seungri then back to me again.

Just then, Seungri released me. "She almost slipped. I just helped her." he said, as a wicked grin made way on his lips. Jiyong studied him for a moment before he nodded and looked at me. "Miyoung's in the dining room make sure she finishes her breakfast." He wasn't even done talking when he motioned at Seungri to follow him upstairs to which he immediately obliged. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Seungri casted a one last glance at me before he stepped on the stairs. What is wrong with him?

At the dining room, I found Mr. and Mrs. Kwon having their breakfast together with Miyoung. "Bom, take a sit and have breakfast with us." Mr. Kwon said.

Nodding, I pulled a chair and sat down beside Miyoung. "where's dad?" she asked, looking up at me. She reminded me of a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed with food. "He's with your uncle Seungri. Eat slowly, Miyoung."  I said, petting her hair. "Is it true that we're leaving today?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

A frown formed in her brow as she glanced at her grandparents who were listening to her too. "will you come with us too, grandpa grandma?" she asked, her eyes glistening with hope I bet Mr. and Mrs. Kwon found it hard to disappoint her.

"We will see each other again next time, darling." Mrs. Kwon said, smiling at her. Miyoung scrunched up her face before she shoved a spoonful of rice into . If she was sad about it, she didn't let it show too much as she nodded in understanding.

We were in the middle of eating our breakfast when Jiyong and Seungri emerged to the dining room talking and laughing at each other. When they reached the table, Jiyong pulled a chair and sat beside his daughter while Seungri sat across me.

"Jiyong, is it true that you have a meeting with the CEO of SHIN corporation later?" Mr. Kwon asked.

If my memory served me right, Shin corporation was a well-established company that possessed a massive amount of Casinos making them the leading company in the gaming industry. "Yes, we're going to discuss about Utopia, dad."  Jiyong said.

Utopia? I know that one. It was also owned by Shin corporation. A very promising project where hotels, casino, mall, restaurants, amusement park and resort will be built in one massive place. The brand name Utopia and its meaning seemed to be very fitting to the kind of world they were trying to build. News had it that the construction was 50 percent done and would officially open early or mid next year.

I have no idea Jiyong's one of the partners. But then again, why do I suddenly feel anxious?

When the breakfast was done, I took miyoung with me and helped her bathe. I was worried at first that she would pushed me into the tub just like how she pushed into the pool before but to my surprised, she calmly and silently allowed me to bathe her properly. I was scrubbing her back when she said, "I don't want to go home yet. I want to stay here." She muttered, playing with her rubber ducky. When I glanced at her, a small pout was forming on her small lips. "I'm sure you will come back in this place again."

"When?" she asked. "I don't want to say goodbye yet to my grandma and grandpa." she continued. It is not the house she wants, it's her grandparents. When she bit her lower lip I could tell that she was trying not to cry. "You're not going to say goodbye to them Miyoung. Yes, you will be separated from them for a while but you can see them again some other time. And besides, you can always call them if you miss them." I said, petting her head.

"I'm going to miss them." she mumbled. 

The way she said it made me smile. "They will miss you more, you sweet little thing."

---

JIYONG

 

"Hyung, we need to go. The drive from here to the city will take 3 hours long and we might get stuck in traffic if we don't leave now. You still have a meeting to attend in the afternoon."

I couldn't count how many times Seungri reminded me those very same words that my ears and my head started to hurt. "Did you put the bags in the car trunk?" I asked, fiddling with my phone. We were in the living room sitting on a sofa while waiting for my parents to come down before we leave.

"I had Bom carry those things in--

"You what!?" I snapped, suddenly looking at him. "Those bags are heavy I asked you to--"

The knowing grin that suddenly appeared on his face made me stop from talking. "One day I will fire you." I warned.

"I am your only best friend and your best assistant with so many useful skills. You can't do that to me, Hyung." he laughed. "And i'm just kidding. I didn't let your girlfriend do that thing."

"Good." I said, turning my attention to my phone again.

"I knew there's something going on between you two." he said, leaning his back against the couch. "It was a good thing Bom slipped because if she didn't then I wouldn't be able to see that jealous face of yours."

"You've said that a hundred times already, Seungri. Shut up. And don't make moves like that on her just to prove your suspicions on me. You could have just asked me directly."

"I was going to but that opportunity happened and I just grabbed onto it or should I say, literally grabbed onto her." he said, laughing as if that was something to laugh about.  "No wonder you looked so worried when she found out about you and dara's dating rumor."

Something about what he said made me realized one thing. "You knew it all along and yet you still showed her the pictures, the articles and asked her about whether dara and I suit each other? And who the hell won’t be worried?"

Chuckling, "I'm sorry about that hyung but I just did that out of curiosity and suspicions. And can I be honest to you?" He didn't wait for my response as he bluntly said, "Does she really like you though? because it seems to me that it's a one-sided attraction. She doesn't even care about your rumor." A mocking evil laugh came out from him as soon as he finished.

"Get out of my sight." I said, kicking his side. He grunted and stood up still laughing. "But seriously, hyung." he paused, looking at me. "I am happy for you."

He's my best friend and he knows me well. "Thanks. Now go away."

 

I should have listened to Seungri when he told me to leave early. If I listened, he shouldn't be the one driving Bom to home and I wouldn't be standing here in one of the meeting room at Shin's company with a phone in hand waiting for Bom to answer my call. "Are you home already?" I asked, when she finally picked up the call. I stood by the window glass looking down the city.  

In the background I could hear the sounds of keys dangling and door being unlocked. "Yes, I just arrived. I thought you have a meeting?" 

"It's going to start at any minute now. The other business partners aren't here yet. I'm sorry I wasn't able to take you home."

"How's Miyoung? Who's taking care of her now that you're there and Seungri's still on the road?"

When I heard the door opened behind me, I looked over my shoulder and a few men in suits entered the room. I recognized their faces for they were the Shin's partners. "Seungri's place is near so I decided to leave Miyoung there than let her stay here with me and get bored."

"And who's taking care of her?" she asked. I could sense she was a bit surprised.

"Seungri's mom."

"And she's okay with that?"

Smiling, "Don't worry she's really familiar with Seungri's family and besides Seungri's nephews are there too so she will have tons of fun playing with them."

"I told you I could take care of her. If only you didn't insist on bringing me home."

"Didn't we talk about this already? I need to end the call now, everyone's here." I paused.

I was waiting for her to speak but she didn't, "I'll talk to you again later, okay? Rest we--"  

I wasn't even finish talking when she ended the call and hung up on me. Pressing my lips tight, I took a deep breath and muttered to myself,

"Patience, Jiyong. Patience."

Placing my phone in my pocket, I tugged my suit and fixed my necktie before I turned and walked towards the round conference table. As I approached, the bosses from all the companies involved in Utopia project stood up and greeted me. "Good afternoon, gentlemen." I said, firmly shaking hands with each of them. "It’s nice to see you again Jiyong.”

Instead of a handshake, Mr. Yang gave me a hug and a tap in my back. “Good to see you too, hyung.” I said, pulling away.  Mr. Yang was no stranger to me, he was a friend and almost like an older brother I sometimes wished I had. He was the man behind the numerous establishments of YG Malls and had also been taking interest in the food and beverage industry. I heard from Seungri that lately, he was becoming interested in the entertainment industry and had been seeking consultations about it. After exchanging a few chats with him, I moved on and greeted the others, exchanging little conversations before moving onto the next. Right after I greeted Mr. Kim, the owner of Fantasia—a well-known amusement park that Miyoung and I had visited countless of times already. Mr. Shin, along with a man I had seen personally for the first time, had arrived. The man was overflowing with charisma. Compared to Mr. Shin who was a stout, slightly obese with a balding hair, this man was tall, neat, fit for his age and somehow had a screaming aura of authority and power in him. His face, hard and passive with no emotion but his eyes were wandering. Looking at the people inside as if he’s mentally calculating and judging each person. And when his eyes landed on mine, I noticed a minimal changed in his face that reminded of how a person would react when he recognized someone in a crowded street.

“Everyone." Said, Mr. Shin.  
 

"I want you to meet our new affiliate, Mr. Park Jihoon.”