The sobbing grew louder and louder, Taeyeon wanted to tell whoever that was crying to put a cork in it, but she realized the crying was coming from her. Tears, endless tears streaming down her face, and painful wails coming from her throat…she couldn’t stop. Her brain was demanding her heart to stop crying, but her heart was in so much pain that it wouldn’t listen. Taeyeon balled her body and wrapped her arms around her knees. She didn’t like feeling so weak, so hopeless…but she was so emotionally drained she couldn’t control her emotions anymore. “You want to know how they met?” Mr. Kim snarled at Mrs. Lee. He pointed at Donghae and said

“Ask your son how they met!”

Mrs. Lee raised an eyebrow at her son. Donghae shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The moment his eyes met Taeyeon's he remembered everything…including the fact that she was a the night they met. Maybe they were at his house demanding payment because he broke her ity? If so, how much did they want? Donghae groaned, hating himself for thinking that way.

He was at fault, she was obviously drunk that night but he…he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t know if it was because he was overly intoxicated or because he needed, wanted her. Maybe it was a combination of both, he was broken hearted, lonely and she…she was a warm willing body. She was so beautiful that night, her feverish untutored kisses, her eagerness, her sweet scent…he didn’t even pondered the possibility that she was a . By the time he realized she was…he had already…changed her. 

He closed his eyes and massaged his forehead, he felt a headache sneaking its way up his head. 

“We were introduced by mutual friends.” He said crisply without elaborating. 

Mr. Kim balled his fist and shook fiercely at Donghae. 

“You did more than that! Do you know why we’re here tonight?” 

“No” Donghae replied his forehead furrowed deep in thought, as if he was still trying to connect the puzzles. 

“You ing knocked her up that’s why you snob!” Mr. Kim shouted and kicked the chair from underneath him. He rushed toward Donghae and lifted him up by the collar. 

“That’s right pretty boy, you’ve made a big mistake…now what’re you gonna do about it?” Mr. Kim taunted his eyes glowering.

Donghae's face paled and he turned to his parents. Director Lee and Mrs. Lee stood up from their chairs. Director Lee grabbed hold of Mr. Kim's arm and said softly,

“Let go of my son.” 

Mr. Kim towered over the short, stubby director and dared the man to make him. Director Lee cleared his throat and called,
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