"Are you wearing makeup—Hey... HEY stop it. You stop it, Park!!!" Seunghyun warned, avoiding the small girl's punches. 

"Get out of here!!!!!" Dara yelled.

She was pushing him to the door but the human flag pole held his ground and watched her struggle with a condescending smirk. She huffed a long breath but then a girl's scream got their attention. They watched the screaming girl leave in a hurry before they turned back to each other. 

"You're in the girl's washroom." she remarked flatly. 

Seunghyun snorted. "You're acting like this hasn't happened before." 

It has happened before. One too many times actually. "Do I need to call security?" 

He laughed a patronizing laugh. "The security guys and I are tight. I even had donuts with them. They let me in their ritual and you," he poked her cheek. "Didn't." then he stuck out his tongue. 

Dara rolled her eyes before glancing at her watch and quickly looking back at the mirror. "You're so immature." she mumbled absentmindedly as she continuously tied and untied her hair. Suddenly panicking, she turned back to Seunghyun and did the process in front of him. "Does my hair look better up or down?" she asked. 

"You look better bald." he remarked. 

"Choi Seunghyun!" she scolded, hitting him. 

The man sneered before mocking her with his exaggeratedly high-pitched voice, "Sandara Park~!"

She grunted and just settled with her hair down. Jiyong saw her with her hair down and judging from how he clumped his fist against it when they were kissing, the man liked it free-flowing. With a light slap on the face, Sandara Park suddenly strode out of the lavatory, leaving a curious Seunghyun behind. 

Her palm was sweaty against her phone. She checked her other hand and grimaced at its similarity. She hasn't even seen him yet he was already affecting her like this. A groan escaped from her lips as she pocketed her phone and straightened her lab coat as she walked on the hospital halls. 

Dara didn't dare look back. She could hear Seunghyun teasing her about being excited for a mile away. That tall stick can go himself, she hissed, tucking her coat tightly on her body. When she heard someone call for Seunghyun she felt relieved. He was finally going to stop! 

"Dara!" 

Irritated, she turned around to see him grinning at her from afar. She could vaguely see him giving a thumbs-up and she couldn't help but sputter, smiling back. 

"Jiyong's a great guy!" he hollered. 

Scoffing amidst a blush, she turned around and walked even faster away from him. Seunghyun's relentless laughter seemed to echo down the halls and it made her more annoyed than ever. She opened the glass door that led to an outside gazebo where a strip of restaurants and cafés greeted her. 

She scanned the place for the coffee shop she told him to meet and she instantly froze on her spot. Her heart was already beating like crazy just seeing him there waiting for her. Dara checked her watch one more time and found that it was only 12:04 pm—25 minutes left before they were about to meet. Initially, she planned on coming early so that she could eat without worrying about missing anything he was saying. 

Yet here he already was. 

She found herself standing in front of the café a few moments later. The door chimed as soon as she opened it and she quickly turned to him to see if he took notice of her. Jiyong however was too busy staring at his shoes in thought. Dara walked up to him as she suppressed a smile. 

Her eyes only focused on him as she slowly made her way towards her. Jiyong sported an undercut that was styled rather carelessly but still managed to look appealing. He wore a long black hooded coat along with a hoodie, some dark shorts, and a pair of black socks. 

But then her eyes landed on his shoes—dress shoes for that matter. They were gold and covered with glitter that made it sparkle and shine. It looked nice, if she was being perfectly honest. But...  

Sandara Park had herself a hipster. 

"What are you doing here so early?" 

Her voice snapped him out from his daze and he looked up to see her blinking curiously at him. He could die right then without any regrets. He stood up and kissed her lightly on the cheek, catching her off guard. 

"Hey baby." he grinned. 

Dara scowled at him and pursed her lips bashfully. "Don't call me that." she muttered under her breath. 

He shook his head amusedly and put a hand on her head, directing them to the counter. Dara just found herself willingly following him. "Have you eaten yet?" he said. 

Dara knew where he was going with this. "I can pay for my own food." she huffed. 

"It's my treat, Dara." 

She was a stubborn one. "No. I can pay for it." 

Jiyong silently focused on her face, making the girl conscious and look away. He removed his arm from her and nodded. "Fine but I'm ordering first." he declared, walking to the counter and leaving her dumbfounded.

What happened to the queen treatment that she was expecting from him? She scoffed and trudged behind him. Men were all the same after all. She couldn't help but glare at the back of his head as he pondered about what to order. 

"Hi, sir. What can I get you?" 

He narrowed his eyes at the clerk before tilting his body to the side so that the lady could see Dara. "Do you know her?" he asked, pointing at the puzzled girl. The clerk nodded, although confused. "Does she come here often?" The lady nodded again. "Does she have a usual that she orders?"

"I'm paying for my own!" Dara practically shouted at the clerk but Jiyong quickly straightened back up, ultimately hiding her. Tall people can go to hell. She glared at his back and tried to show herself but Jiyong kept blocking her view. She was also telling the clerk lady to not listen to him but Jiyong would speak louder to muffle her voice. 

"Get me her usual." he shouted nonchalantly over the Dara 'background noise'. "And I'll get a chai latte," Dara gave him an incredulous look. Not coffee? Oooh one point off for Jiyong. "And a BLT."

"But I don't want my usual." she complained behind him. "I want something else. Hey lady, cancel my usual, I'm paying for mine—" 

"What do you want then?" 

"Why would I tell you?" she said unbelievingly. 

"Do you want a muffin? Can you please add a muffin, beautiful miss?" he asked the middle-aged clerk.

The woman actually blushed. "What kind of muffin?" 

He turned back with his ridiculously sweet smile. "What muffin you want, babe?" 

The man was officially out of his mind. "Jiyong—"

Before she could answer, he turned back to the front and scanned the array of muffins on the display case beside the counter. "She looks like a Morning Maple, don't you think? Wait... Maybe she's a Chocolate Pecan..." 

"Ji—"

The clerk peeked behind him to look at Dara and made a noise. "No, I think she's more of a Blueberry Buttermilk..." 

Dara sighed irritably. "I'm not any kind of muffin—"

"You know what, I'll get all three. Two pieces each please. Thanks, sugar." he winked. 

"Jiyong!" 

The clerk and Jiyong turned to her innocently before he raised a questioning brow. "What any more, y?"

Noticing the pile that's been made on the other side of the counter, she groaned and finally admit defeat. "That's enough already. I get it." 

"Oh?" 

Her brow twitched, annoyed. "Are you gonna pay for it or not?" 

He smiled cheekily at her and winked. "Gladly." He then proceeded to hand her his card while Dara tried to reach for the tray with their food. She should've expected it when Jiyong bumped his hip to hers and shooed her to their table. Dara complied with a final scowl and sulked in her seat until Jiyong came back with everything. 

He laid the tray down with an excited smile on his lips and he looked up, urging her to dig in. Ever so begrudgingly, she grabbed her sandwich and took a meek bite of it. 

"Is it good?" 

Why