*N: First off, I have the slightest idea on how people process their marital documents and I'm just too lazy to research about them :D :D :D 

Chup<3  Enjoy!

BTW... There are some gory details close to the end part so... just to warn you all. Should I mark it as M? I don't know... Please leave a comment if I should.

I want to protect you
Until the end of the world

(Everytime - Chen,Punch)

"What do you mean they can't unprocess it dad? She wasn't the one who processed those papers which means they have to be considered as void." Kyujong didn't even know he had his voice raised.

Kim Sungkyu sighed. "I'm sorry, son. I could do that if I still worked in the embassy but I've already retired. Even my contacts in the inside can't do anything about it." Kyujong opened his mouth to say something but his father cut him off first. "And don't even start because I have already asked and tried to convince all of my contacts but even my special barbecue doesn't work on them."

This just made Kyujong felt helpless.

"Why are you so hell bent on helping this girl anyway? Does she have something on you? Is she blackmailing you?" Sungkyu leaned closer. "If it's about blackmail, you can tell me and I'll have my friends settle them before she does anything to ruin your life."

"Jeez, dad. When did you become such a gangster?" Kyujong laughed and so did his old man. "She's not. Blackmailing me or anything, I mean. I don't even think she knows who I am besides what I told her."

"Huh. Interesting." Kyujong raised a brow at his remark but the man brushed it off. "You can still help her though."

"How?"

Coming back to the hotel suite, Kyujong didn't bother to remove the DND sign and went straight in to find the living room empty. Quietly, he sneaked a peek at the suite room and found the girl still asleep but couldn't help that something was amiss. Brushing it off for now, he quietly made his way to the closet and grabbed his personal phone then arranged the sheets to keep her covered before sneaking back out.

Having thought about it earlier on his way back from his meet up, he might as well deal with the drama on his phone rather than push it aside which could cause more trouble for him. So he turned his phone on and immediately noticed that his phone is filled with notifications. All in all, he's voicemail inbox is had a full notification while on his text inbox, he had over  eighty messages almost full as well.

Why did I think this was a good idea again? He asked himself then started to play the messages which were mostly from his ex-fiancee.

The first few messages started of with sweet pleading then slowly escalated to mild anger and finally reached to threats.

Message number 25: "Yah. Are you really not going to pick up?!"

#27: "YAH!! YOU SON OF A B**CH!! ARE YOU REALLY NOT GOING TO CALL ME BACK?!"

#29: "Fine! You're not going to pick up or call back?! Okay. Don't forget, I can easily ruin you."

#30: "YAAAAAHHHHHHHH! YOU SON OF A B**CH!! i WILL F**KING RUIN YOU! YOU BETTER PRAY YOU HAVE A SECRET ACCOUNT CAUSE BY THE TIME I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU'LL BE A F**KING PENNILESS B*ST*RD!! YOU HEAR ME KIM KYUJONG?! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY YOU SON OF A-"

By the time he was done with the messages, his head throbbed and he could only think of one proberb to summarize it all. "Hell hath no fury-"

"-like a woman scorned."

Surprised, he turned to find Byul coming to join him taking the couch on his right side. 

"I'd send all of that to a lawyer if I were you." She said hugging her legs and placing her chin on her knees.

Kyujong smiled. "I don't think it's worth wasting any more time or effort to it. Besides, I don't think she's going to do anything at all."

"She will." Byul said with finality. "If she is the type of woman you described her to be, she will go through with everything she said and maybe go an extra mile."

Kyujong furrowed his brow.

"Considering everything you have is on the line; your name, reputation, fame, wouldn't you rather take care of this matter as early as you can or would you rather wait and risk everything you've worked so hard for to go to waste just like that? Not just that but also, are you willing to sacrifice yourself and let those who work with you be sacrificed along with you?" 

To say he's dumbfounded is an understatement.

What would've taken him a while to realize was just handed to him in minutes and he didn't like the fact that he couldn't disagree because of the high possibility of it happening.

Elbows on knees, hands rubbing his face, he chuckled at the thought that this woman has just saved him from trouble.

"Thanks." He said looking up. "You just saved me the trouble and I might have a solutions for yours."

When he said he may have a way to resolve her problem, her ears perked up.

"You have?" He nodded but his crinkly smiling eyes turned solemn which could only mean it's either a good thing or something. "You might not like it though."

"I might not. But if it gets me out of this drama...Can you tell me how you came by to this solutions first ten?" She asked.

Kyujong sighed. "I had your documents checked by someone I know who used to work in the embassy and they confirmed that everything has been filed already."

"You did? Why?" She wasn't angry. She was more curiours.

"Because, if they had already been filed, then that means your supposed husband could've had his documents filed already. And as it seems, he has but my friend managed to pull out the documents before it could've been processed with yours. It's gives you a little bit of time to think about this solution. "

"Wait. If your friend managed to pull his documents, it means I'm safe, right?" Byul sounded and felt foolishly hopeful.

"Not the slightest. Look at these." Kyujong handed her an thick envelope. "While your papers were getting checked, this man went the extra mile and had Jung Ilgyung - that's his name - tailed. "

Byul opened the envelope and started taking out photos. On the first photo was of the man she ran from. Just seeing his face, even in a photograph, sent shivers down her spine and made her want to crawl somewhere where he could never find her. As she moved to the next couple pictures, she noticed that he was with a girl and she couldn't help but feels like there's something familiar with this girl.

Kyujong noticed it and he asked her. "What do you see?"

"I don't..." She gasped. "M-my clothes. She's wearing my clothes. And her hair." She took a clump of her hair in hand and compared it to the girl's in the picture. "H-he's..."

"He found an impostor who had close features to yours." Kyujong said. "I think the reason you've been safe so far for the past three days is because he's been grooming this girl to act like you and possibly making her try and duplicate your signature."

"My signature? You don't think."

"Exactly what I think. He's going to marry you using an impostor who can forge your signature." He didn't bother sugar coating it. "But you still have a... a choice of a sort."

"Tell me. Please." Kyujong felt the desperation in her eyes. "You have to understand. In order to pull out his documents without causing any alarms, they had to be replaced." 

"Huh? Couldn't they have pulled out my documents as well instead?" Confusion mixed with impatience and frustration started brewing within her.

"They couldn't." Even Kyujong himself felt the frustration with the situation. "By the time my dad made the call, your name has been uploaded in the database and Jung Ilgyung's almost had his files uploaded until it got intervened and replaced by the last minute. I had them replaced with mine."

Somehow, Byul didn't seem fazed by his confession. Infact, he was the one who's more surprised that she didn't act the way he expected her to.

Minutes passed and none of them spoke. With Kyujong waiting for the her to speak while Byul praying for another option.

Finally unable to take anymore of the silence, Kyujong took the note to break it. "Byulyi-ssi? Listen, I know this probably isn't the way you wanted me to offer you my help but... I just... I don't know how else to help you." He let out a little bit of his frustration. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't-"

"How long?" Byul asked her voice distant. "How long do I have to decide?"

"Until 8 tomorrow morning. I-I... W-we..." Kyujong took a deep breath to settle his voice. "We can't risk extending the period. My dad 's P.I. overrheard JungIlgyung and his friend talking about heading to the embassy as early as they can tomorrow and finalizing this situation. I know it's not the most convenient solution but it's the only one we could think of. I-I'm sorry."

Byul let out a mirthless laugh. "Sorry for what? You did what you had to do. I'm the one who' needs to apologize."

Kyujong noticed the change of tone. "What are you trying-"

"I mean, it's my fault in the first place why you got involved in my problem." Her words oozing with sarcasm. "Even if I could've easily avoided this by flying back to Korea, go on with my daily life and pretend that all of this didn't happen, it was still my decision to go with you. I'm the one who's supposed to be giving an apology. So, if I may I'm-"

"Enough!" Kyujong raised his voiced louder than he wanted to. And if she was shocked, she did a good job not showing it. "Tell me Moon Byulyi-ssi, do you really think you escaping to the homelands would've fixed this? Do you really think that if I did what you had asked me in the first place then you should be back home by now safe and secure? And that you could just go about pretending that this didn't happen as you live on with your daily life?"

"Yes." She hissed.

"Then I guess I gave you more credit than I should've." Kyujong scoffed.

"I don't even know why you give me any credit." She muttered with disapproval that only fueled Kyujong's rage slamming his palm on the table. "I said enough!"

"Do you really think I dismissed your escape plan and bringing you here is for the purpose of having fun?!"

"Then what is it for?!" Byul didn't hold out on her anger as well as she raised her voice. "If it's not for fun or because you knew that it would end this way then tell me what for?!"

"BECAUSE I CAN'T RISK LOSING ANOTHER LIFE KNOWING HOW IT WOULD END!" He was now shouting at the top of his lungs breathing heavily like a raging bull. "THOSE MEN... Those men I pulled you away from, remember what they said while we hid in that bathroom? They would've done exactly what they said word by word and maybe even more."

Byul's jaw tightened being reminded once more of the gruesome images those two maniacal old men spoke of.

"They wouldn't even have stopped there." Kyujong swallowed hard clenching tightly on nothing. "Once they were through with you... There's no telling what they could've done next. They could've locked you up somewhere where noone will ever find you or sold you for a lot of money as a slave. But that's not the worst thing. You want to know what's the worst they could've possibly done to you."

"Stop it." She pleaded her voice weak.

He leaned close to her and said, "The worst thing they could've done to you, they would've enjoyed butchering you like a pig in a slaughter house and noone, not a single soul, would even know about it. Not your family. Not your friends. Nobody. You know why? Because by then, you'd be nothing more than food for the ground critters. Heck, by then, it would've been the best thing to happen if they just killed you."

Before he can say anything else, he rushed out slamming the door in the process leaving Byul behind.

"Breath... B-breath. Byul-ah. Breath." Byul found herself repeating the words like a mantra rocking herself on the couch as she tried to steady her breathing but the crying wasn't of any help.

After listening to his words, Byul couldn't help but play the image in her head over and over again with his voice narrating everything in repeat. It was like a twist of nighmares within nightmares that got embedded on her mind and won't stop paying rewind. Until minutes when it hit her.

"A-a... A-another life..." She gasp realizing where his rage came from besides from her taunting him. "I-I... I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

She sobbed rocking herself back and forth until finally, sleep took her.

Walking around to cool himself, Kyujong could only summarize his words and actions in three words. You f**cked up.

Why the hell did you have to go overboard, Kim Kyujon?! You basically traumatized the girl for the rest of her life! Damn! 

He kept screaming inside his head in streams of curses as he rolled on the sand with his body throwing a fit.

"Oh my god! Someone call 911! I think he's having a seizure!" He heard someone shout nearby and turned to see people starting to crowd around him.

A guy who he deducted as a lifeguard knelt close to him. "Sir, are you okay?"

"Oh gosh! Anybody have any spoon?!" He heard another say.

Crap! Oh! What the H. E. Double hockey sticks! Before the crowd grew, he covered his face, got up and ran away from the area as fast as he can.

*N: Aloha!

     So, yeah... I just wanted to add a little weirdness to kind of ("kind of") balance the gory-ish stuff.

     And by the way... I forgot what I was about to add (awkward) so... I'll just add it on the next note :D

     Hope you guys enjoy!