I’m stupid, I know, for still loving Minseok. I sometimes want to hang myself for that. I thought I'm slowly moving on from him all those three weeks of not seeing him. But I was wrong. Just seeing him even just for a second, my feelings for him suddenly rekindled. I hate myself for not being able to forget him.

"Maybe the reason why you cann't forget about him because HaeSeok reminds you so much of him." Kyungri said. And she was right on that one.

"Yeah. It just occured to me, HaeSeok really did have the resemblance of his father." Saem muttered and everyone nodded their head, agreeing to what she said. "HaeSeok is like the mini version of Minseok."

"The cute, mini version." Erin added and I found myself smiling at that. I can't deny that fact though.

“So what are you going to do now?” Kyungri asked me.

I sighed. To be honest I don’t know what I should do. “I don’t know.” I muttered, feeling hopeless. "But first, I want to decline the booking. Please Erin-ah. I-I'm not ready to meet him yet. After everything. Please?" I pleaded. Erin sighed and I felt relieved.

"Okay. I'll call him right away. Is it okay for you Saem if you'll replace Haekyung?"

"It's no problem with me." Saem said. "As long as I'll be able to help Haekyung out."

I smiled at them, feeling really grateful to have them as my friends. "Thank you, girls."

Friday flew so fast but I wasn't really excited for it. This is the first time I actually want Friday to just disappear. I'm not looking forward to the date. I kind of hated myself for saying yes in the first place. If only I can take it back. But there's nothing I can do, obviously.

After driving HaeSeok to Kyungri's apartment, I drove to the restaurant he told me. I was silently laughing at myself too. I'm just in jeans and a blouse, not even bothering to dress up for the question. Remembering Kyungri's reaction when she saw my get-up, I let out a laugh this time. I want that Choi guy to be disappointed for this supposedly first date of ours.

When I arrived at the restaurant, he wasn't there yet. I'm not early. I purposely went here ten minutes late because I want him to wait for me. But it turned out, I'm the one who should be waiting for him. Great. I ordered a glass of wine to ease my boredom. But five minutes after, he was still nowhere to be seen.

I'm beginning to feel like I should just walk out and blow him off. Huffing in annoyance, I glanced at the entrance and there we was, striding like a king. He was even wearing a grin as he walked. So the bastard has the nerve to