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“Hyung” Dongwoon calls out “Emm, What’s wrong?” Yoseop eyes the maknae with depressed eyes “Hyung, I saw Yerin-ssi.” He speaks slowly being wary of Yoseob’s reaction. “Where?, when?, how?” He asks. his eyes as big as an owl. Dongwoon knew his hyung would act like this after all the women he ever loved he cried for he was hurt for. The one who ran away from him was seen by him. He taught about whether he would want his hyung to find about the girl he yearned mourn for but for some reason she was still alive and well in the country completely oblivious of his hyung or him. “She didn’t know me.” Was all Dongwoon was able to say, keeping his head down, oblivious of his hyung. “What do you mean?” Yoseop asks, shaking the guy on the shoulder with God given looks, dumbfounded “She doesn’t remember anything. She doesn’t know her real name too.” The guy with the cute features eventually falls to the ground, his knees failing him, with bloody eyes, but still trying to get a hold of himself. Dongwoon kneels next to his younger looking hyung and speaks “Hyung, she goes by the name Haerin. She believes she know the name somewhere but can’t remember where.” He informs, “She lives in Jeju, but didn’t exactly tell where she says it’s not safe.” He finishes, “Where is she, now?” asks the guy with blood shot eyes. The handsome guy can only shake his head to inform him that he didn’t know. Suddenly Yoseob’s phone rings. He looks at the caller completely surprised by the caller’s name “Hyung, it’s me Seyong.” The guy on the other line informs. “Seyong-a, what’s going on? You’ve never called me.” The cute guy asks. “Hyung, I got transferred to Korea for medical research. Well I asked for the transfer.” he whisper’s the last line “ I’m bringing Serin with me the doctor said that a familiar place will help her recover so I was thinking if she can work as a trainee or just…” he sighs, worry feeling his face. “Don’t worry Seyong-a, I’ll see what I can do.” Answers the cute guy. “Thanks.” The guy on the other line mumbles. * “Do you really think it’s a good idea what if she breaks down what if…” she was interrupted by the guy that just got off the phone. “We’ll be there, I’ll be there I’ll protect her. I’ll be there for my sister.” He assures. “Don’t worry Noona; you know this is our last chance. Let’s give it a try.” He reassures, giving his Noona a hug. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     -------------------------------------------------------25 years ago------------------------------------------------------------------

Guys stand and watch the girls’ gang up on her hitting her as if she’s a soccer ball “How dare you piss of my fiancé.” She says straitening her and slapping her. Bruises all over her face, she straightens up and spits on the girl’s face panting hard. “Ha” she scoffs wiping the girls spit of her face “you still got the nerve, he” she scoffs again pushing you to the wall and biting you up again. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” he growls, stepping to the girls’ side and helping her up. “Oppa, you’re the one that ordered me.” The girl says. “Eunseoul-a, are you okay?” he asks not giving a glance at the girl that was speaking.”Mianhae, it’s all my fault. Mianhae” he says while giving the beaten up girl a hug, but she pushes him away tears in her eyes. She shakes her head and moves away. ‘Mianhae?’ she asks herself, tears flowing while her entire body feels of bruises. ‘He asks to be forgiven after all he has done.’ She thinks tears blurring her vision, his words echoing in her mind no knowing exactly what to do. “Eunseoul-a” he calls out again. Fear and guilt surfacing his face. Fear of losing her and guilt of hurting her. He knew once she’s gone she’ll never come back. “Eunseoul-a” he shouts again desperate for her. Desperate for her touch, smile and love. He runs up to her embracing her hard so she won’t run or turn around. “Don’t leave me.” He says desperately “I’m sorry, don’t go, don’t run I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you I’m sorry” he cries, “don’t go don’t leave. I love you.” He mumbles “I love you.” He repeats, letting his emotions out don’t go, don’t leave he repeats in his mind. She stops her cries when she hears those words she stops her struggling when he confesses but still she knew it won’t work out won’t happen. She was to hurt to sad to depressed that she just wants to let go. She sighed, she felt protected in his embrace but still what if he lets go what if it was all false. She lets go. “Let me go!” she orders, his grips tightens around her. “Please.” She pleads. He did, he let’s go knowing it will be the last time she’ll be in his embrace but still he let’s go he was willing to let go if she hated him if she’ll be happy without him. She goes, she went she walked away him watching her get away. She regretted it, she knew she’ll but she wasn’t sure if she can handle all this it hurt and it’ll be worse later she knew that she won’t handle it so she ran ‘but it hurts’ she said crying her eyes out when her breathing got cut and eventually she fell. He run, he run knowing she was out of his reach but still run till he found her on the cold cement in the empty hallway of the school laying there. He caught her hugged her lifted her bridal style and run. “Where am I?” she asks eyeing Soohyun, his hands wrapped around her fragile hands “You fainted.” He answers tears in his eyes. She turns away from him, and looks away but his hands still in hers she was enjoying his warm hands in hers when he finally spoke “Mianhae, please… don’t go… I’ll be there I won’t leave. I’ll be there when it’s hard I’ll protect you when there’s trouble please don’t shut me out.” He pleads. She turns and eyes him with affection. She knew he meant it, his eyes were sincere she believed him. She nods and nods again. Smile creeping up his face he engulfs her in a huge hug and kisses her on her temple, her nose, cheeks and lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ---------------------------------------------------20 years later--------------------------------------------------------------------

‘She left’ he thought “Dad?” you speak through the phone. “Dad is something wrong?” you ask alarmed your dad still lost in thoughts “She left?” he mumbles as if asking a question. “Dad?” you call out worried. “Did, she say where she was going?” your dad asks. “No but she asked if I want to come.” “Then she said it was better if I stayed back.” She continues. “Angel, can you call your mom for me and ask where she went. Don’t tell her I asked. Please.” He pleads his voice shaking. You nod you head and answer “Okay.” Something was going on and you knew it. You tried calling your mom but she didn’t answer after 5 missed calls someone picks up “Miss?” “Who is this?” you ask “its maid Celin, miss.” She answers “why are you answering my mom’s phone?” she interrogates. “I’m sorry miss but your mom left her phone and it was ringing loud.” “It’s okay, but when did she leave the house?” “Miss Serin picked her up around the afternoon and she forgot her phone.” The lady on the other line explains. “Thank you, Ajumma” You end the call. You call Serin because you knew she was on the scene when all this happened. “Hey.” She answers “Hey, what’s going on?” you ask her. “I don’t know your mom just burst out of the lobby when I came back with water.” You sigh, ‘what’s going on?’ you question yourself. “Hey, where are you?” asks Serin. “Walking home, I told the chauffeur to go without me.” You answer “Okay, oh hey what about the audition? What are we going to do?” “We have to go!” you exclaim. “It’s a once in a life time opportunity.” You answer. “Yerin, you know your dad owns TS entertainment but why must you go through all this trouble?” she asks. Your family is rich but not just rich they own a conglomerate they own different companies from Phones to entertainment. It’s a family business; you have all the connection you need. “You know I want to be accepted for my talent, not for my power.” You reply “okay, let’s talk later.” “Emm, Bye.” And you hang up.