Kim Jae Joong's POV :

" Here you are . Take care of it . Don't lose it again ." My lawyer handed Mi Su's boarding pass and left .

I walked to Mi Su and grabbed her arm . " Hey go and change your clothes .I called Hyun Joong's wife and told her about my grandpa . Go and pick one of her dresses . We should go shopping ." I gave her the key to Hyun Joong's room.

She bowed and walked to that room silently .

My lawyer had scolded her for being clumsy and inconsiderate . He was an old friend of my father and now that grandpa had fired me he was worried about me .

" Is it OK Jae Joong ssi? " Mi Su returned to my room wearing a simple white dress which flung loosely around her thin figure.

" I guess your sizes are quite different but let's go. Just take off that cap .You are a girl afterall ." I smiled and scratched the back of my neck.

" Ok Mr.Naggy!" She took off the cap and brushed her hair with her fingers .

" Wae?" She caught me staring at an ugly scar near her collar bone . " Ahh that's Yuri's art work! Well I didn't lose much beauty there it was as ugly before he stabbed me ." She tried to cover it.

" stabbed you?" I asked with wideopened eyes.

" Yes,but a Japanese guy pitied me and saved me Jae Joong ssi ." She pushed me towards the door .

" What kind of life were you living Mi Su?" I held her hand and froze .

" Yaa! Your life has not been much better. What were all those bruises on your body. That antique mummy hit you a lot ?" She rushed out of the door. " Behave ! He is my grandpa!" I said .

She dragged me out of the room .

" Whatever Jae Joong ssi !" She replied sharply running to the elevator as if she were in a hurry.

" Why are you calling me Jae Joong ssi?" I asked puzzled.

" Manners Jae Joong ssi,what do you expect me to call you ? Hero? Well heros don't get beaten by an antique mummy. Jae Jae? Well I don't dare call you that because you have absence seizures when I call you that . Bastard? No ,I am not your grandpa! Full moon? that suits you because you are both pale and beautiful but what should I do ? I am not a romantic poet and you have all those blue bruises on your body! Bruised moon? That's ugly! Let me call you with formalities then!" She yelled. We were in a taxi in front of the hotel.

" Let me speak you talkative crescent!" I laughed but she smacked my cheek.

" Hey! Mi Su ssi ! Call me with formalites!" She protested .

" I can't you are not a stranger to me! " I laughed.

" scarred crescent! " I smirked pressing her hand.