The weekend arrived at last, and YeonHee was stuck at home once again. She was grinning at herself as she let her eyes examine Mr Shim who was sitting in front of her from head to toe, or at least any view that wasn’t blocked by the coffee table. She sat on the sofa with her knees up and her arms wrapped around it. Changmin was lecturing her about something again, but all she could see was those sinful lips that kept on moving sensuously.

Changmin began to touch his own face when he realised that she was staring. “Is there something on my face?”

“Huh? Oh. Nope. Why?” She released her knees a little too awkwardly and shuffled in her spot.

“You’re staring. I thought you were listening to me very tentatively, but your eyes never blinked,” he began to lean forward and looked at her deep in the eye. His expressions were quizzical.

She gaped at him. “What are you talking about? I blinked!” Then she began pressing her eyes shut a few times.

A few giggles left his chest. “You know, you can just tell me if you want to look. I’d be more than happy to show you more.” His giggles then turned into hearty laughter. YeonHee’s face had burned bright red by now.

“I didn’t stare!” she kept on denying. “Even if I did, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh, really?"

“Really!”

“Right. Anyways, as I was saying...”

But before he could continue, his cell phone rang. He grunted and fished out his phone from inside his pockets. “Hello?”

YeonHee began to relax in her seat and examined Changmin who was listening into his phone. His blank expression slowly turned annoyed, but he stayed on the line. Once in a while, his gaze innocently met hers, causing her heart to best faster each time.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t. I’m seeing someone else,” was his final words before he quickly ended the call. He pressed on a few more buttons on his phone. “I’m never going to answer your calls ever again.” Then he threw the phone to the side.

“What was that all about?” YeonHee asked in slight concern.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Changmin brushed the matter off. “So, as I was saying about those girls. Remember to be careful around Mayu. She’s Jaejoong’s second cousin.”

At the mention of Jaejoong’s name, YeonHee’s attention fully returned to the conversation and she straightened up on the sofa. “Mayu? Why?”

“Just do as I say for now,” he said while starting to pack up the lunch mess he made on the coffee table.

“What does Jaejoong has to do with this? Changmin, talk to me,” she demanded softly, stopping him from cleaning any further. “What’s wrong with Jaejoong?”

“I’ll let you know when I find out,” he replied just as softly and pulled his arm away from her grasp. “I’d better go now. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Changmin!” YeonHee called out before he could leave. “Before you go, I have something to ask you.” He paused and waited for her question.

“Jaejoong asked to meet me at the coffee shop at four. Can I go?” she asked with hope in her