WALKING into the restaurant that his parents chose made Sungmin uneasy. But not a single person there could see what lay underneath his cool exterior. He was wearing a suit but made sure it made him look younger than the businessman that his fathter wanted him to be. He was thinking of arriving in his beach casual attire but thought of the fans that would recognize him in that garb. At the very least, the intense Mr. Perfect look would make him look less like his performing self than a casual outfit.

He looked at the table where his parents were sitting and saw a girl wearing big glasses. She was wearing a pale blue dress with pink peticoat. It was short and made her look younger than she should. He noticed that she was tapping her foot. It was clad in a balerina style shoes.

So she's nervous. He felt better. There was a chance this girl would bend to his will and come out with the truth. If she wanted his money, then he'll pay enough to get her out of his life. He didn't even have to ask for his father's money. He had his own. He'll have this gold-digger fangirl out of his life before she could even blink.

SKIPPING a beat would not be the right term for what she felt when he came into view. Floored that was right, she was floored when he came in. He look unlike the Sungnim that she knew from all the drama, shows and concerts that she saw. This was the real one. The tangible, son of a rich businessman Sungmin.

I wonder if he'd like me. She was tearing the tissue paper that she used to wipe off her swe