Jaebum was furious at the scene that unraveled earlier especially since it involved someone he cared about. Park Jimin, was just like every so-called innocent girls he have seen before. A gold digger, who is willing to do everything in their power to be with him, NO, she doesn’t want to be with him. She is like every typical girl who only want his fame and wealth. She was even willing to toss away Jinyoung’s love to just marry him, but he feel sorry for her. He knew being with Yuri wasn’t a healthy relationship but at least she is real. Jaebum knows she is only with him because of his wealth but at least she put it out there. He is already aware of her intentions along with her motives, but with innocent people like this… they stab you in the back when you’re least expecting it. Jaebum speed up his car, dodging and passing cars. All his precautious and his safety tossed out the window. She probably doesn’t know Jinyoungie is also a Chaebol and he can’t wait to see the look on her face when she realizes she lost her chances of going from rags to riches. He was mad, No he was angry, No he was furious, No outraged, No, no words can describe his feelings right now. He almost fell for her innocent, sweet smile and big doe-like eyes that sparked and her contagious cheerful laughter. He should had known better from his first hand experiences but there was something about her that drew him in but he realized that she was that good at acting that the Famous Im Jaebum who always see thru people’s fronts and act fell for that performance. He was fuming and annoyed. He stopped his car in front of a large house. The wheels of his car screeched but he didn’t care. His eyes narrowed in on a light grey house with different varieties of rose planted around it. There was no light, no source of life inside the house. It have been a while since he returned to this place and his heart clenched in his rib cage. He got out of his car, his breathing finally slowed down. This was probably the second place in the entire world that can calm him down and hold some much happy memories but also sadness. He slowly took his time and absorbed the sight of the house and let his head be flooded with his childhood memories. Once he was on the porch of the house, he walked to the 3rd pot of miniature roses and dug his hands in the dirt and right away his hand comes in contact with a key. He smile a little and recalled how the key was buried here. It was his mother’s idea, after young six years old Jaebum he came home from a friend’s house earlier than usual and his mother was out with his younger sister, shopping. It was raining heavily and Jaebum was soaking wet. He figured he was a big boy now and doesn’t need his mother to come pick him up but half way on the walk home. It start pouring. He always hate getting wet and rain but especially the thunders. He end up hiding under the porch, knees drawn close to his chest and covering his ears with his small hands. His mother was taking longer than she should’ve and he was scared. He was wailing for his mother and her protection. “Jaebum?! Baby?! Honey?! Is that you?!” A familiar female voice shout, he knew it from anywhere. He slowly uncover his eyes but he was engulfed into a tight embrace. “It’s okay… Baby… Honey… it is okay… Mommy is here…shhhshhhhshhhhh….” She cooed as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, bathing his cheeks with her kisses, trying to replace his tears with her kisses instead. “Baby…” She picked him up and carried him inside the house. She wiped his tears dried and he buried his face in her chest, inhaling her scent to calm him down. She grabbed a towel and wrapped him with it. “It’s okay…” she repeat like a mantra to calm him down. “I only wanted to show you that I am a big b