Looking out the window, the sky is dark. The window itself feels cold to the touch, as its outside is wet with rainwater, some staying in their place while others dripped down. Yookyung did not realize any of this, despite her eyes wandering outside the window. Her mind is bombarded with flashbacks and anxieties. What if… Thousands of ‘what ifs’.

The boy at the backseat was lying down in a fetal position, white blazer draped over him as a blanket. The masculine perfume emitted by the blazer lull him deeper into his dreamland.

Despite his hand on the steering wheel, Baekhyun’s mind was also wandering somewhere else. Every couple of minute he would take a glace at the lady beside him. It took him nearly 1 hour to convince her to let him drive both her and her son home. She looked like she’s in deep thought. Her body posture was stiff and tense. She kept on staring outside the window. What is it that she’s looking at? Or she’s just staring for the sake of it?

“Yookyung-ah…” he called softly, not intending to surprise her.

“Hmm?” she hummed as response before slowly looking to his direction.

He hesitated for a bit, “Would you mind telling me how Hoon had came about?” He asked very carefully. “I’m not pushing your or anything. I’m just-“

“Would you mind coming to my place for some tea?” she replied, before looking to the backseat, making sure her baby is still in deep sleep. Fortunately, he is, from his soft breathing and opened mouth.

“Oh… Umm… Sure,” Baekhyun, realizing her intention, answered.

And so, the atmosphere in the car turns quiet once again until they reach her place.

Bakhyun parked his car underneath the streetlight. Yookyung opened the backdoor, intending to pick the sleeping Hoon, but was stopped by a hand.

“Let me,” Baekhyun whispered softly. She looked at Baekhyun before hesiatantly stepping back to allow him to pick her son up.

Baekhyun, very carefully, take away his blazer from Hoon’s body. The kid moved a bit, surprised with the chilly air, however, he did not wake up. Baekhyun handed his blazer to Yookyung before slowly picking up the boy and slowly patting him on the back to lull him back to sleep.

Both of the went up the staircase at the side of the building before arriving at the rooftop. A small room located at the middle of it.

This is not Baekhyun’s first visit to her house. He visited many times. During the weekends, on special occasions such as birthday, and he always brings lots of foods every time he visited.

Yookyung took out her key from her tattered sling bag as Baekhyun made a mental note to buy her a new one. She opened the door and let the other two in before she closed the door. Baekhyun took off his shoes and headed to the bedroom. He laid the boy down on one side of the mattress and cover him the quilt. The boy, surprisingly, did not stir one bit. Baekhyun slowly caressed the kid’s forehead before slowly exiting the bedroom and softly closing the door.

Outside, Yookyung was washing her hands after filling the kettle with water and boiling it. Baekhyun take a look at the surroundings of the house. Despite small in size, the room is filled with warmth and comfort. It’s something he’s very jealous of. He lives in a high-end apartment in Gangnam. His apartment is spacious and he hired a very well known interior designer to make it as home-y as possible. However, despite the designer’s best effort, it still feels cold and arrogant.

Yookyung’s home has no living room. In order to save some space, she combined both dining and living room into one. Baekhyun sat on one of the dining chairs as he waits for Yookyung who is now preparing the tea. She brought two mugs to the table, placing one in front of Baekhyun. She sat across him.

“Ok…” she sighed. Baekhyun who is slowly blowing his tea look at her. “This is how I got pregnant with Hoon,” she started.

Yookyung has always been living alone. Her abusive family kicked her out after being deemed ‘useless’ and ‘waste of space’. Her parents have always been biased towards her sister, who in turn, grew to hate Yookyung as a result of brainwashing by their parents. Yookyung has never understood the reason for their hatred. It’s not like they bother explaining themselves, either.

Thus, rather than being sad, she was relieved when she got kicked out by her family who treated her lower than animals.

However, problem soon came. She has nowhere to live. She has no money, no clothes, nothing. With determination to live and her hard work, she managed to land a job a secretary for the director of SS Group, the 3^rd largest packaged food company in South Korea. She started small, working in the canteen. However, she worked hard to slowly built up her career.

It was a normal day at work, or so she thought.

“Yookyung-ah. Let’s go to the canteen,” her colleague, Jinri, exclaimed while busy rummaging through her bag, looking for her lunch coupon.

“Just a minute,” Yookyung answered, quickly typing the last set of data into her computer. When she was done, she saved the file and shut her computer down. She took her bag and went to the cafeteria with Jinri.

“Kyung-ah. Do you know that today is the president’s bachelor party?” Jinri said while looking at her friend who is busy slurping the soybean paste soup.

“Really? He’s getting married?” Yookyung asked with full of rice.

“You didn’t know? Aigoo… You need to gossip a little bit, Kyung-ah. You’re always surrounded by works,” Jinri shook her head and took a spoonful of rice into .

Yookyung just smiled, “I have you as my most trusted informant, so I don’t think I need to gossip with anyone else, right?” she teased.

Jinri, happy with her friend’s flattering answer, smiled back. “So, yeah, today is his bachelor party. Aaah… What a lucky lady. Not only she’s marrying a rich director, he’s also handsome, gentle and considerate. The perfect ideal type,” she sighed, imagining the prince-like director in her head.

Yookyung laughed at her friend’s antics. “Don’t dream about other people’s husband!” She playfully scolded and Jinri scowled at her. “Besides, I bet she looks like a goddess. She must be if she succeed to score such a dreamy man,” Yookyung shrugged.

“That’s true. Sigh… I wish one day the director of CJ Enterprise will look at my way. He’s also as perfect as our director.” Yookyung just laughed in response.

All the employees are supposed to end their job at 5pm. However, that day, Yookyung worked extra shift, like she mostly did. It was 9pm. The sky outside was dark. As her office is located at the 7^th floor, she could see the beautiful view of city at night with lots of lights here and there.

Suddenly, the door opened. Surprised, she quickly stood up. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. However, she was soon relieved when she saw the director walking inside, face flushed. Looks like he drank a bit.

“Director Kim,” she bowed.

Joonmyeon, surprised with her existence, jumped a bit. “Oh, Yookyung-ah. What are you doing here?”

“I’m working over-night today, director,” she said softly.

Joonmyeon just nodded his head, “you’re so hardworking. Well, carry on, I just need to take a couple of things from my office.” He said before walking to his office.

Yookyung bowed again before carrying on with her job. Minutes later, the landline beeped. She picked up the phone. “Yes, director?”

“Yookyung-ah. Can you come to my office for a bit?” he croaked.

Yookyung feel something suspicious about it, but it’s not like she can refuse the director’s order. Thus, she said yes and quickly entered the director’s office. Joonmyeon was sitting on the sofa, fanning himself. Yookyung felt something weird about the atmosphere of the office. “Sit down,” he ordered. She nodded before sitting down at the single sofa. He stood up and walked to the door, locking it. Yookyung jumped there.

“Director? Why did you lock the door?” she carefully asked.

“I think my friend spiked my drinks back then at the bar. I feel so… uneasy right now and I can’t go to my girlfriend in this condition, so, will you help me, Yookyung-ah?” he slowly approaches her.

Yookyung, realizing the situation, slowly stood up and backed away. “Stay away from me,” she whispered, scared.

Morning came. Yookyung slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying down on the carpeted floor. She felt cold. She looked to her side and founf the director sleeping, back facing her. The events last night replayed in her head as tears slowly formed in her eyes. Suddenly, she heard the door’s lock clicked. Her eyes bulged as she quickly put on her undergarments and blouse. Someone entered the room. She quickly covered her underneath with Joonmyeon’s shirt.

She kept her eyes on the door and found Kris, the manager, entering the room. He shushed her. She clasped her hand in front of , preventing herself from screaming. Kris quickly approached her with a blazer in his hand. He covered her with the blazer, which was so big that it covered up to her knees. Kris dragged her out and brought her to his office, located just beside Joonmyeon’s office.

“From today onwards, you’re no longer am employee in this company,” Kris coldly spat while writing something on his desk. Yookyung looked at him in disbelief and teary eyes. “But, manager…”

“No buts. Here,” he handed her a piece of paper, turned out to be a cheque. “Take this and go far away from this company, from Joonmyeon. I don’t want you to ruin my best friend’s wedding.” He whispered harshly before dragging Yookyung out of the building. Outside, a car was waiting for her. The driver quickly opened the door as Kris threw her inside. Yookyung was in dazed. She saw Kris saying a couple of things to the driver before going back inside the building. The driver and entered and he drove away, taking her to a foreign area before dumping her in a very quiet road.