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Ljoe carried you bridal-style to his car. He found you on one of the secluded streets in Seoul.

He still doesn’t know what the hell happened to you but he swears, if it’s something about Jinyoung, he will kill the bastard.

You are blankly staring outside the window. Your face was dried with tears.

Ljoe sympathetically looked at you then sighed. He pulled the seatbelts around you before driving to his home.

Couple of minutes after, you two arrived at his mansion. He gently shook you, “~~~~~~~~~~-ah, let’s go inside first.”

You didn’t move. Ljoe got out of his car and opened your door.

He put his arms under your legs and waist and lifted you up. He carried you in his room and gently laid you down in bed.

“Stay right here, okay? I’ll go get you a cup of tea.” He turned to go but you clutched on the hem of his shirt.

He looked back at you, “What’s wrong, baby?” He sat again beside you. “You can always tell me your problem.”

You hesitantly looked in his eyes. He is softly gazing at you with pure tenderness in his eyes.

Your own eyes grew teary at once.

“Hey, why are you crying?” He worriedly asked.

Tears fell down on your cheeks once again. Ljoe pulled you to his chest and gently patted your back, “Hush now.”

But instead of stopping, you bawled out. You loudly cried in his shoulder, “Oppa, otokae?” You croaked.

Ljoe hugged you tightly, “Okay, you cry now and spill everything to me later.”

You hugged his neck and clutched onto it for dear life, “Oppa, it hurts too much. I think my heart is r