Dara waved bye to Donghae and watched him drive away before going inside her apartment. As soon as she entered her apartment, she removed her jacket and threw it towards her couch. She was giggling upon remembering Donghae singing and dancing Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars a couple of hours ago. She enjoyed their short drinking session and short nap then dinner after to sober up. Unknown to her, a figure was laying down there.

“You're such a slob for a lady,” the person commented, “And a bit cuckoo giggling all by yourself,”

“Goodness gracious!” jolted Dara

“Hi noona,” grinned the chinky eyed boy

“Bobby, why are you here? How'd you get in?” Dara strutted towards him trying to regain her lady reputation

“What a walk,” he winked

“Bobby!”

“I need to sleep over,” he finally answered, “And you let me have a spare key,” he said while holding his key

“Probably something I should have not done,” Dara pinched the bridge of her nose

“Oh why noona? Are you scared of being left alone with me?”

“Bobby!”

Bobby let out a thunderous laugh and then stood up to kiss Dara on the cheek.

“How I missed you,” he let out a sigh as he looked fondly into her eyes

“Bobby,” her voice was short of breath

“I won't do anything to hurt you, promise,” he smiled gently.

The atmosphere was making Dara uncomfortable. She never knew such a scenario like this would ever happen.

“Like old times, it's only me that's feeling the . While you sweat bullets because you don't want anything to do with me,” he leaned back and sat on the couch.

Dara formed a lopsided smile, unsure of what to do.

“Don't say it like that,” she managed to say

“I'm too young for you, I know,” he said so casually

“And you are Yerin's brother,”

“Amazingly hot brother. Have you seen me?” he was always such a joker

“Did Yerin kick you out?”

Dara asked while she walked to the kitchen slash dining room that was next to the living room.

“I accidentally ruined a painting and she went psycho! It's not like I completely ruined it. It was one, minuscule, okay, tiny drop of kimchi,”

“Oh no. One of her recent works?” Dara came back with juice for the two of them

“No. It's not even hers,” he rolled his eyes and then took the juice, “Thank you,”

“If it isn't hers. Oh, Bobby. It must have been one of Jiyong's paintings!” Dara almost