"Let go of me! Let go!" Dara tried to get her arm back but Jiyong wouldn't budge. His grip felt like steel around her frail arms. She doesn't stand a chance against his strength. He was literally dragging her out of the bar with her cursing and shouting in return. She doesn't want to go home! The people around them threw them weird glances, but the both of them couldn't care less.  "What the hell is wrong with you?" Dara asked once again when they are finally out of the bar.  "You brought your car right?" He spat in a resigned tone. He's already too tired already, he doesn't want to argue anymore.  "So you just want a ride home? Sorry, but I think you should just commute while I continue where I left off." She was about to get in again, when his arms blocked her from entering. In a swift motion, Jiyong already had her keys in his hand. He took it from her hand bag without Dara even noticing. She could just blink in awe and annoyance. He could pass as a professional thief.  "Let's go." He coldly said and dragged her to the parking lot. He immediately spotted her scarlet BMW and literally forced Dara to enter it.  "AAAAGH! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU JIYONG! I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN!" Dara huffed in annoyance. It's been so long since she met her childhood friend Donghae, and all the other staffs here. She missed this. She missed her college days. It's been a while since she had this much fun. Jiyong roared the car to life and let it fly on the almost empty streets. It's almost like a desert after a couple of seconds.  "A-are you drunk?!" He asked after a couple of awkward silence. "No! You didn't even give me any remember? You said you didn't want to tend to a drunk woman!" Dara raised her voice again, remembering the scene earlier. She was desperate for a drink! "Then why did you let him touch you like-" He stopped himself. No, he didn't need to embarrass himself even more. He just shook his head and focused on the road. Dara noticed Jiyong's grip in the steering wheel just got a little tighter. His knuckles are almost turning transparent. Why is he so agitated about?! "I was dancing Jiyong. We were just, dancing! It was so fun! And then you ruined the mood." Dara said trying to let Jiyong know that she's still annoyed to the point of getting a little angry. He's being irrational!  "DO YOU WANT TO DANCE THAT MUCH HUH?" He aske, his voice raising.  "YES!" "Then dance! Let's dance!" It was all to late when Jiyong noticed what he blurted out and that he put the car to a complete halt in the middle of nowhere. The dark streets is completely empty, except for the light of the moon and the sound of the crickets. A couple of seconds passed and none of them spoke a single word. Unable to contain it any longer, Jiyong stepped out of the car to inhale some air. The atmosphere inside seemed a little bit suffocating. He's the biggest fool right now, yeah he knows, no need to slap it again on his face. Moments later, he heard Dara went out of the car. They both need fresh air, or they'll definitely explode together with the car.  "Dance? In the middle of the road? In the middle of nowhere? Now that's new Jiyong." She heard Dara snickered, trying to make the mood a little bit breathable. "For starters, there's no music."  He didn't know what happened next or what sort of sorcery entered Jiyong's system when he held Dara by the waist assuming an intim