'Sometimes, you don't realize that maybe there are some people change because you -- realize it or not -- make them.'

Jiyong pressed his lips into a thin line, fists still clutching at the both side. Turning around slowly, he heaved a deep sigh and approached the trembling girl who's now kneeling on the ground. The girl who had broken his heart and cheated on him was crying and pleading right before his eyes. He couldn't help but to feel pity on her.

"My Dad.. that bastard," she sobbed.

Jiyong crouched down and cupped her both cheeks, lifting her gaze up to meet his warm eyes. Using his thumb, Jiyong carressed her wounded lip, making the girl wince a bit.

Anger was building up inside his chest. He knew the person behind this. It's Kosuke Mizuhara, her Dad. A once famous actor who lived in Japan. His career had been died since his famous scandal with many female celebrities blown up in media, making his wife committed suicide three months after enduring the humiliation even after she had ran away to her home country Korea, taking her twelve years old daughter Kiko with her. After her Mom's death, Kiko's aunt ,Min Sook, took her and raised her like her own daughter. However, it looked like Kiko didn't really have a good term with her Uncle and her spoiled cousins. Forcing her move out of the house after getting a part time job as a teenage model at the age of 15. She loved her aunt but she didn't want to be a burden for her and her family.

And about her Dad, Kiko detest him. He's like a disease for her. She had no idea why he came back into her life again.

[FLASHBACK]

" Don't you even dare to lie you !" he snapped, slapping his own daughter's cheek.

Not minding the stinging pain on her flesh, she dashed towards her Dad, pulling the old man's coat. He didn't budge as he's trashing her room, looking for money or whatever things he could sell.

"Get out of my place! I'll call a police!"

" Police?" he snorted, turning around and glaring at the girl.

Slap!

This time, Kiko couldn't hold her tears anymore as she tasted her own blood which now streaming down on the left corner of .

"Why? Why did you come back?" she asked, tears flooding on her immaculate cheeks, tainting them as the messing mascara mixed with the tears.

The old man just laughed, shaking his head as he walked gingerly towards the window.

" Don't you miss your Dad?" he turned his head to her, pursing his lips, brows creasing and it made Kiko want to puke all of her guts.

" I hate you! Mom had died because of you!" she balled her fist, breathing harshly.

Me?" he snorted again, approaching the girl slowly but the anger in his eyes was so clear, making the latter stepped back. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her face closer to him. She tried to free herself since the pain was too much for her, but to no avail. It felt like her hair was going to pulled out of her scalp.

"Listen to me little girl. If you hadn't given that flashdisk to that teacher of yours, maybe your mother would have lived now. So, all in all, it's your fault little girl. Your fault. You killed your mother." He spoke very slowly so that she could feel every word sinking into her mind. The way he talked and his darkened face sent chill down her spine, making her eyes widen as she felt dry. She swallowed hard, wishing it could ease her fear.

"No.. It .. It was a mistake. I didn't even know you saved your disgusting secrets there! It's your fault! Not mine!"

He then let go off her hair harshly and smirked.

"It doesn't change a fact that your mistake had caused your Mom, my wife, suicide." He stared at her with menacing eyes and Kiko couldn't say anything. "I'll be back again. Your payment as a model is not that small. I'm not an idiot. If I can't get it now, I'll get it next time."

Kiko felt her heart stop for a second, feeling terrified.

She immediately grabbed her cellphone right after her Dad left. With trembling hands he called her boyfriend Xin but he didn't pick it up. She needed someone and that's when Jiyong's face flashed into her mind. Without a second thought she took a bus and went to his school. She didn't care about people's disgusting look on her. Who wouldn't think such a negative thought when they saw her appearance like that? People might have thought she's getting into a gang fight or something. She still wore her school uniform, which added people's misjudge about her. Yes, she was about to leave for school when her Dad came in and trashed her flat.

She finally met Jiyong and a bit surprised when she saw his fingers intertwin with a girl.

'Who the hell this girl? His girlfriend?' she wondered.

But then, her question wasn't important anymore since she saw him walk briskly towards her. Wearing a worried look, Jiyong embraced her tightly. She then realized that his love was still for her. Oblivious to the boy, Kiko saw her, Dara, turning around and leave them without glancing backwards. She even notice her wipe her tears. Instead of telling Jiyong about it, she tightened her arms around him, not willing to let him go. Her eyes were cold.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Kiko kept her gaze at him as tears continued streaming down. She's scared and Jiyong could see it clearly that he brought her face to his chest and caressed her hair gently.

They were sitting comfortably on a couch inside Kiko's flat. It brought some memory of them and Jiyong couldn't deny the feeling starting to grow up again inside his stomach as thousands of butterflies kicking. They used to sitting there, cuddling. And Jiyong would sing a song for her until she got to sleep.

He snapped back to reality when he felt her body moved inside his embrace.

"It's okay Kiko. I'm here. Everything is going to be fine. Trust me okay? No one is going to hurt you," he consoled the girl. Nodding her head on his chest, she tightened the hug, crashing her body to him.

" I wish Xin is here ..." she muttered and it made Jiyong tensed.

"But I love it when you are here right now. I feel safe," she looked up at him and smiled. "And I miss you."

Jiyong gave a quick smile, and it didn't escape Kiko's eyes, the smile which didn't reach his eyes so she pecked on his lips, making the boy stunned.

"Thank you Ji," she muttered.

***

"Here we are! Hello ahjussi! How are you? Yeah, I'm early today!" Jaejoong slowly rode the bicycle, entering an amusement park with Dara still securely wrapped Jae's waist, earning some teasing look from people around them.

Jaejoong felt so full of energy. Well, he was always the cheerful and playful boy but the day felt so different when a surge of blissful feeling overwhelmed his whole body. He couldn't help but to grin ear to ear and regard everyone more excitedly than he ever did since he started his part time job as one of mascots in that place.

"Amusement park," said Dara in wonder as she scanned her surroundings. Her hold was loosened a bit and it, somehow, made Jaejoong disappointed because he loved it when she held him tightly as if her life was depent on him.

Merry - go- round, ferris wheel, children's happy laughter together with their lovely parents, group of teenagers having some great time with their bestfriends, lovers walking hand in hand as their cheeks blushed due to the crazy heart beat mixed with thousands of butterflies kicking inside their stomach, everything screamed happy. But not for her.

Those scenes as if mocking her by displaying things she never had. Well, she had ever visited this kind of place with her grandma when she was eight so she pushed herself to hold on to the memory of it so she wouldn't feel envious on those happy people in that place.

When Jaejoong had reached the further backside of the amusement park, his bicycle came into halt and his smile hadn't left his face. However, it slowly fell when he noticed Dara's silence as he turned his head to her. She get off the bicycle with eyes still scanning the place while the boy stared at her, trying to decipher the meaning of her expression. She looked sad but the way she stared out to the crowd at the amusement park was full of wonder.

"Jaejoong oppa! I've been waiting for you!" a girl, wearing some kind of fairy costume throwing her body to the boy and caused him almost fell. Good thing he could catch her with his right hand. It would be too much for him to injure his both arms in a day.

"Aigoo Sunmi -ah, stop throwing your body like that. You're not a kid anymore. You are a 15 years old girl --"

".. who shouldn't behave like a kid and bla bla bla and bla bla bla," she cut him off and paint a wide grin on her face, making the boy grimace.

"Tell me how's the show?" she asked as she freed herself and clasp her both palms. He shrugged, smiling that faint smile that was soon replaced by a sad one, making the girl lift an eyebrow. "Do you ... somehow acting right now and pretending to be a mournful boy so that I fall for it and then you'll squeel 'Yay! I made it! You just fell for my act!' Don't you."

"Haha. So funny," he said, expressionless. "I didn't make it to the show because ... because of an accident."

"Omo! Your arm!" Sunmi then noticed his wound wrapped by the pink scarf. "What kind of accident had caused you such an injury?" Sunmi inspected his arm, worried that he might get a serious wound.

Dara who's standing beside Jaejoong, kept shifting her gaze to his and then to Sunmi each time the two were bickering. She didn't know what kind of relationship this two might have. But she could see how close they were.

"She's Sunmi, my Junior at school," said Jaejoong, -as if reading her mind - clearing his throat as he saw what Dara was doing beside him. "Sunmi say hi to --"

He paused, hoping that Dara would take the hint. She glanced up at him and gasped when she realized that she hadn't told him her name yet. "Da.. Dara. Sandara Pa