A/N: If you want to have more emotion while reading this chapter, listen to this before you read!

~ Winter 2014/ Seoul... ~

Athough it was just the first day of the winter but it was frozen and the snow flake began to fall. This year, Hyoyeon is 25, a student of the Art Department of Seoul University. That's right, Hyoyeon likes drawing a lot. Moreover, she is also interested in photographing. In free time, she usually walks around the city to take some picture. She walked to the river then up to the Seoul tower and passed those busy, noisy maket. 

" It's late now. I have to go home. "- Hyoyeon thought.

She put on her backpack then started walking. On her way, she passed the playground. Suddenly, she heard some sound which came from the swings. She turned around and saw a guy. He was at the same age like Hyoyeon. He was standing next to the swing in silence, his hand was pushing the swing made it slightly shook. Beautiful layout, meaningful purport for a perfect picture. Hyoyeon felt excited and took her camera out of her backpack. The flash accidentally blinked out made the guy surprised and looked at Hyoyeon. Hyoyeon quickly hide the camera and was abput to run but that guy had called her.

" Hey you! Where do you think you are going ? "

Hyoyeon bit her lower lip and turned around. She couldn't see that guy's face but his body was filled with the smell of acohol. He looked very angry. 

" Are...are you talking to me ? "- Hyoyeon tried to act innocent.

" You! Did you just take a photo of me ? Huh...Paparazzi again... - he chuckled.

" Mwho ? "

" Don't you want my picture ? "- he talked while walking forward and pressed her into the wall. Finally, he blocked her. Hyoyeon closed her eyes tightly. He continued: " If you want my picture, tell me! I'll give you a ton of my pictures! Never take photo of me again, especially when I'm heartbroken... "

Hyoyeon felt a little bit surprised when she heard that. She opened her eyes widely looking at him. Suddenly, Hyoyeon woke up just like there was an electric line ran through her body. She couldn't believe in her eyes anymore. The person who was standing rght in front of her was...

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" Hyuk Jae ? "

" No, you're wrong. I'm Eunhyuk, Lee Eunhyuk. "

" You...you are... "- Hyoyeon lowered her voice.

" I'm a singer. You don't know me ? I guess you never read newspaper. "

What the hell is going here ? Is he crazy...no...is he a ghost ? Didn't he passed away in the accident ten years ago ? Now he appears and doesn't Remeber who Hyoyeon is. Did he lose his memory ? The question marks were turning around like a tornado in Hyoyeon's head. Her heart was beating hard and fast just like the first day she met Hyuk Jae. Her memory was being pulled back to thriteen years ago. 

" Aish...Just forget it. You, never do things like that again, understand ? "- he approached her.

Hyoyeon quickly nodded, hoped that he would let her go. Eunhyuk left for a while. Hyoyeon left too. There was something that both of them didn't notice: a real paparazzi had been hiding behind a tree and watched the whole thing. He had taken a pretty nice picture and hoped that his picture would be a huge profit for him.