Sandara looked down at her empty glass of wine and sighed. She finally told him. She finally told Jiyong the truth of what happened five years ago. She turned slightly to look at him, he had a thoughtful look on his face and his brows were furrowed slightly. What was he thinking now? Does he believe her? She hoped within hope that he would. She knew the type of relationship he and Bora have, and she might even sound like a lunatic now for putting the blame on his most trusted manager but she's counting on the fact that he promised to believe every word of her story.

She bit her lip nervously as he downed another glass full of his wine.

"Ji-" she stopped as he abruptly turned to her, his gaze almost accusatory. She sighed in resignation before turning back to watch the water below. "You don't believe me," she said rather than asked, feeling the lump in grow and the tears at the back of her eyes already threatening to escape.

Jiyong looked at her, the lights around the top deck with the moonlight above head giving her an almost goddess-like glow. He took her empty glass and placed it on the dining table with his own empty one and the now empty wine bottle he didn't even realize he had finished by himself.

He walked back towards her. She was still leaning over the railing, looking almost morosely at the water below.

What he did next caught Sandara off guard. She looked down and saw Jiyong's arms snake around her tiny waist from behind. Now she could really feel her tears fall. Did he really believe her?

Jiyong nestled his head beside hers, feeling her hair tickle his ear and his jaw before he started nibbling her earlobe.

Sandara sighed in content. This…this is how they were five years ago. Always so close together and deep in love. She turned around to face him and let him kiss her. What she was thinking those years ago, why she even listened to that vile woman, why she let herself get talked into leaving Jiyong out of guilt, she didn't know. She really was a fool. Sandara nibbled his bottom lip playfully before he took control over the kiss yet again as he did so many times in the past.

'I love you, Kwon Jiyong,' she thought almost achingly. She wanted to tell him. She wanted him to know how she felt after all these years. "Ji?" she started through his kisses.

Jiyong ran his tongue along her bottom lip once more before pulling back to look at her.

"Ji, I l-"

"I don't believe you Dara," he cut in. He ran a hand along the side of Sandara's face gently but his expression was as serious as ever as he spoke.

It was obvious that what he said didn't process in her mind as fast as it should have. But it was obvious when she realized what he was saying when the loving smile on her face started to falter. "You…don't…believe me," she repeated slowly. Her gaze was hazy with the tears now reforming in large quantities in her eyes.

Jiyong ran a finger along the side of her face before resting it under her chin and pulling her head up to look at him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe you," he whispered, feeling his heart tighten as the tears in her eyes were freefalling now.

Sandara cried silently but continued to look at him. "Y-You promised to believe me," she said in a pained whisper before she let her head fall onto his chest, gripping the front of his suit as she did.

He kissed the top of her head. "I can't. It's just too…unbelievable," he said, thinking of Bora again. "It's impossible. Bora would never do something like that. She's been there for me through everything since day one of becoming my manager, supporting me in every decision I made along the way. I just can't see her acting like that and threatening you to leave," he explained gently, hugging her close to him as her sobs became slightly more evident. Maybe Sandara held a grudge over Bora because it was widely known that he was dating her ever since it was announced during the premiere of his last movie months ago? Or maybe Sandara was lying to him to win his affection over again. He didn't know.

After a few more minutes of crying, Sandara finally composed herself and pulled back slightly from him, although still holding onto him for the hope that he might reconsider. She didn't want to let him go. Not again. Not now when she finally told him everything.

"Ji," she said, looking up at him. She wanted him to reason, to think of it all thoroughly. "What other reason could you think of? Why else would I have left you so suddenly then?"

Jiyong looked down at her and sighed. "I don't know. That's the very thought that's been haunting me ever since you disappeared," he admitted with a sad smile.

He loved her. Sandara knew it. He still loved her. She saw it in his eyes and she can hear it in his voice. And she refused to believe Jiyong would just kiss any girl with such passion as he just did now unless he was really in love.

"Ji…" One hand was still gripping the front of his suit for support, but she let the other find its way to the back of his neck and pulled him down slowly towards her. "I love you," she whispered, before kissing him with everything she had and still felt for him.

Jiyong's eyes widened at her statement. He looked at her worriedly for a moment before he closed his eyes and surrendered.

'I love you too, Park Sandara,' he thought, although he didn't want to admit it. But he didn't care anymore. Right now, he didn't care.

So what if things won't go back to the way they were?

For tonight, he wanted her in his arms again.

'What the hell was I thinking?' Jiyong thought, looking over at the sleeping angel beside him who was lying in his king sized bed, wrapped in nothing but the thin bed sheet.

Jiyong was sitting at the edge of his bed, watching her breathe silently and peacefully. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair before walking over to the window where a decanter of whiskey sat atop a small table, looking at him invitingly. He poured himself a glass and downed the contents entirely before heading over to the shower.

Nabi yawned sleepily. She didn't want to get up yet but her brothers' hushed voices got to her.

"I know we promised Seungri," said Yonggun. "But how much would it hurt if we help them?"

"Yeah, I agree," said Yonggi with a hint of excitement in his voice. "I mean, if Jiyong really is our dad, we're doing this for the good of our family. Right?"

"Right!" agreed Yonggun loudly, earning him a shushing noise from Yonggi.

"Nabi's still sleeping, keep your voice down," he whispered.

Nabi felt the bed beneath her shift slight before her brothers spoke again.

"So, do we agree?" Yonggun asked in a much lower voice.

"To help Jiyong and mom get back together?" Yonggi asked.

"To help Jiyong and mom get back together," Yonggun agreed.

Nabi frowned hearing this. To help Jiyong and mom get back together? Jiyong? Was Jiyong really their father? Her brothers said "if Jiyong really is our dad", but then they also sounded like they were sure it was the truth.

Yawning loudly to warn her brothers that she was awake, she felt them shift on the bed again. She waited a few moments to give them time to compose themselves before she turned to them slowly.

"Good morning Yogun, Yogi," Nabi greeted in a sleepy voice.

When Jiyong stepped out of the shower, Sandara was still asleep, in the same position, on his bed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and placed another over his head as he dried his hair.

"Dara," he whispered, shaking her lightly by the shoulders.

Sandara moaned a little but didn't move.

"Dara, it's almost ten in the morning. Wake up," he said, shaking her again.

Sighing, Sandara rolled over and opened her eyes halfway. Spotting him sitting beside her, she smiled. "Good morning my dragon," she said sleepily.

Jiyong watched her as her eyes shut back to a close. He ran a hand over her forehead, sweeping her hair off her face.

It had been a long time since she called him that.

He bent low and kissed her forehead. "Wake up my butterfly," he whispered, earning him another smile.

Sandara's eyes opened slightly again and she looked at him lovingly. "Congratulations in winning that event Ji, you're gonna be a great actor," she said before her eyes shut to a close yet again.

Jiyong stared at her. She was still half asleep!

"Dara, our kids might be awake now. You have to get ready for breakfast," he said into her ear.

"Our kids," Sandara echoed with a lazy yawn. "Kids?" she repeated, her brows furrowed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, his brown eyes almost playful. "Kids!" Sandara yelled, sitting bolt right up.

Which was a big mistake seeing as the bed sheet fell right off her and it was the only thing that was covering her from Jiyong's gaze.

Sandara gave a small shriek before she pulled the sheets up all the way up to her chin.

Jiyong gave a small chuckle before kissing the top of her head and heading towards his closet. "You better take a shower and get changed quickly before the kids decide they might find you in here with me," he said rather calmly as he dropped the towels covering him and pulled on a clean pair of underwear.

Sandara stared at his backside and blushed furiously. She looked around her. 'What the hell was I thinking?' she thought incredulously as she spotted the red dress she wore from last night on the chair across the room and, to her horror, her underwear exposed on the ground beside her heels.

By the time Jiyong had finished changing into a pair of khaki pants, a deep blue polo shirt and sandals, he was surprised to find Sandara still unmoving and watching him closely.

"What is it?"

"C-Could you, possibly…uhm…get out?" she muttered, looking embarrassed.

Jiyong raised a brow at her as he sprayed on a bit of cologne. He walked over towards her and gave her one last kiss on her forehead. "I'll get the kids ready for breakfast, meet us at the top deck," he instructed before taking his leave.

"Jiyong, where are we?" Yonggi asked. He and Yonggun were holding on to the bars of the railings than ran around the top deck of the yacht.

"A place I like to visit," Jiyong answered vaguely from the table which was now filled with toast, eggs, bacon, jam, glasses of orange juice, and cups of coffee.

"You've been here before?" Yonggun asked, staring at the far distance. The yacht wasn't moving at all and if the waves were actually moving them slightly in place of where they had anchored, they couldn't feel it from where they stood. They could see nothing but water for miles now except for the small patch of white sand close by that ran along their side of the large cruiser.

"No," he said with a smile. "But I like visiting small islands and sandbars when there are any nearby."

Nabi looked at Jiyong as she ate her toast with jam. She couldn't help but stare at him ever since he came and helped them get changed for breakfast.