Will you get your hair raised by Heechul, he asked. She didn't want to. Heechul is a good guy, but if she becomes his "wife" Jiyong will never come

back, she was sure. Sohee sighs, crouching down on the ground and drawing unknown shapes on the ground.

A maid hastily made her way towards Sohee, " Agashi, Please get ready, Heechul-sshi will be arriving in an hour and a half. " The maid bows. Sohee

doesn't answer and rests her chin on her knee. The maid furtively glances around and bows again.

Agashi, please. I am supposed to get you ready.... " She continues. Sohee buries her face in between her knees and groans.

" I.... don't want to. " She announces sadly.

The maid crouches down next to Sohee. Sohee feels sad for herself and warm tears pool. She lets out a soft cry and hangs her head. The maid puts an

arm around Sohee comfortingly, her hair.

" Agashi, this is the life of a Gisaeng. It is what it is. If you intend to wait for Master Jiyong, who knows when he will come and visit? " The maid

says. Sohee lowers her eyes, knowing the maid is right.

" Lets go. " She says, resigned.

---

The Gibang was busy and chaotic with Heechul's arrival. Sohee could hear them from inside the VIP room. Her tummy churns nervously. This is it.

It's going to be finalized, she thinks. She sat alone a few meters away facing the door. As the voices got closer, Sohee rose to her feet, hands folded

neatly and resting below her chest.

" She's inside. Let's go in! " Director Park's voice booms animatedly from outside. The door slides open from both sides and Sohee bows low.

" You have come, Heechul-sshi. " She smiles. Heechul returns the smile fondly and beckons for her to sit.

The rest behind him followed suit. Each and everyone of them taking place at the long table. Sohee sits facing Heechul, maintaining a smile on her

face. Everyone fidgets in their seats, excited. Director Park clasps his hands happily and glances at everyone.

" Yes, shall we start? " He asks. Everyone chorused a Yes. Heechul chuckles.

" We are all gathered tonight for good news. We have heard of our loyal client Heechul's fondness for our young Gisaeng Sohee multiple times

before. " Director Park begins. Sohee fixes her gaze on her lap.

" And so, the time has finally come that Heechul-sshi proposed to take Sohee as his contract wife; raising her hair. " He announces. 

Everyone in the room cheers, including Sunye and Yeeun beside her.

" Why don't you recite the rules for being the 'husband' of a gisaeng, Heechul-sshi. " YeEun urges.

Heechul clears his throat shyly and takes out a file his secretary hands him. He steals a glance at Sohee before reading.

" Before a man raises a Gisaeng's hair, he needs to afford all of her expenses. Which includes, a house for the two of them, her school fees and her

other expenditures. The man is also allowed to sleep and treat the Gisaeng as his wife after being married. However, if the man cannot support the

Gisaeng financially, he will not be legible or permitted to marry her. " Heechul reads for everyone.

Sohee lifts her gaze to meet his. He can very well buy me 10 houses in Gangnam if he wanted to, she mutters silently.

Director Park nods. " Since you are a frequent customer, and we find that you fit into all the criteria.... we accept your proposal. " He says grinning. 

He shifts his gaze to Sohee. " It is all up to Sohee-sshi whether she accepts your proposal or not. So Sohee-sshi, will you accept Heechul-sshi as your

'husband' ? " Director Park asks seriously.

Everyone held their breath for her answer. Sohee feels numb. She doesn't want to feel anymore. A smile spreads on her face unknowingly. 

" Yes I do. "

The room erupts in cheers and hugs and gushing. Jiyong sinks to the floor his back to the wall of his room. He clutches his head in his hands and

screws his eyes shut.

" It's for the best," he whispers to himself unconvincingly.

---

Ever since it has been confirmed that Sohee will be getting her hair raised and Jiyong and the rest of the guys will be moving, Sohee and Jiyong have

been distant. Sohee drums her fingers on the table, eyeing the clock in class impatiently. She brought a lunchbox for both her and Jiyong to eat

during lunch. She was determined to at least chat like they used to. 

" Okay, class dismissed. " The teacher heaved a sigh.

Sohee sprung up in her seat and with both hands carrying the lunchboxes, she races to Jiyong's class. Tentatively, she knocks on the door and peeked

in. The whole class turn their heads. Sohee gulps, eyes wide and bows. She searches for Jiyong but he wasn't in class. 

" Sorry for disturbing. " She apologises and bows again, cringing.

She started to back away from the door but Jiyong's classmate yells, " He's in the principal's office. Jiyong."

Sohee brightened, and bows gratefully. " THANK YOU. " She gushed before heading to the first floor. Sohee tries to catch her breath and leans on

the principal's door. 

" I wish you success in the future, Jiyong. And study hard in your new school, I'll be sure to write good reports for you. Don't be a hooligan in your

new school as well, understand? " The principal reminds.

Sohee frowns. Did she hear him right? New school? But- Jiyong was only moving, not changing schools right? 

Jiyong chuckles, and Sohee could imagine his grin. " Yes, I understand. " He says brightly.

Sohee feels her chest tighten. But of course he would change schools, he will be living in a whole different place. Sohee mentally facepalms herself. 

Deep in thought, Sohee yelps as the door behind her abruptly opens. She finds herself in a shocked Jiyong's arms. She furtively glances to her sides

in embarrassment and Jiyong laughs, looking at her pink face. Her whole body tingles at his laugh so close to her ear. A cough interrupts the

moment.

"  Are you two waiting for me to snap a picture? " The principal raises his eyebrows. Sohee distances herself away from Jiyong and bows

apologetically.

" We'll get going then, " Jiyong smiles. The principal purses his lips and sat down. Jiyong's shoulders shake with laughter and closes the door.

Sohee hits him in the arm and scowled. " Shut up. " She mutters. Jiyong nods at the lunch boxes in her arms. 

" What are those? " He folds his arms. Sohee makes a face.

" A lunchbox for me and the principal." She snaps and spun around her heels.

Jiyong bites his lower lip, holding his laughter in and wraps his arms around her waist, capturing her and kissing her hair.

" Don't cheat on me with the principal. I'm not out of this school yet. " He pouts. Sohee squirms, embarrassed for the umpteenth time. 

" Jiyong!! We're in the hall. " She reminds him sharply. Jiyong laughs and kisses her temple, untangling his arms but letting a hand linger on her hip.

" I miss you. " He grins. Sohee softens, forcing a smile to hide her sadness. " I miss you too. "

---

Sohee got out of the car, coffee in hand, squinting in the dark at the possible house they will be living in. Heechul joins her side, a hand around her

shoulders lightly. Sohee had to strain her neck glancing up at the three story house. 

" Shall we? " He smiles, gesturing at the bricked wall with a metal door. Sohee offers him a nervous smile and presses the key into the lock.

The door beeps and she pushes the door open, a flourish of nerves rushes in her body. Heechul laughs.

" Follow me. " He says and walks up the steps to the house.

Night lights blink brightly, Sohee gaped at the well groomed bushes and flowers. There was a freaking garden!

" Daebak. " She whispers, never seeing anything like this before.

Heechul folds his arms, content with her expression. " You like it? " He asks the obvious.

Sohee wordlessly nod, and walks up to him. They stood at the house door together. Heechul punch in the security password and turns the handle. 

" Ready? " He glances back at her. No, she thinks. Sohee nods. He throws her a smile and opens the door for her, stepping inside first so the sensor

senses his presence and lights up the first floor. This time Sohee didn't hold back and let her jaw drop. Amazing. Beautiful. Amazing. The house is

dream. With the English kitchen, posh wooden furniture for the living room and a stretch of pool outside. Not to mention the spiral staircase at the

center of the house. Sohee turns to Heechul, unblinking.

" Is it too much?" He chuckles.

Sohee shakes her head fervently, closing . " It's...... too perfect. " She announces.

Heechul grins and looks around the house, hands in pockets. " Meh.. it's okay to me but since you like it... " He trails off.

Sohee takes a deep breath and walks around the house. " I'm going to be living here. " She says to herself with a quiet sigh.

She doesn't know if she is quite ready. She heads to the balcony, where the pool is. She crouches down and watches the pool helplessly. Wishing it

would swallow her and save her from this situation. All she wanted was a life away from her past, her boyfriend. Not get "married" and live in high

end house. She thinks of Jiyong leaving her in a bus and her heart clenches. She involuntarily sniffs, her tears escaping. She bursts into silent tears,

not hearing Heechul behind her. He gulps, not really sure how to approach her. He ends up sitting beside her and hesitantly rubs her back. Sohee

doesn't react and keeps crying. 

" I'm sorry.... " He says quietly.

Sohee shakes her head subtly and rests her head on his shoulder. Heechul raises his eyebrows but softly guides her head onto his chest. He smiles

ruefully at the scent of her hair, feeling jealous that Jiyong gets to smell her anytime he wants and that she's crying because of Jiyong.

" What can I do for you? " He asks her softly. Sohee shakes her head and instead cries harder. 

Heechul frowns worriedly. " What's wrong? " He asks, looking down at her.

" You smell just like him. " Sohee wanted to say but swallowed her words.

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I'M BACK GUYS. AND I I KNOW. /Bows until dawn/
But just wanted to thank you guys for still reading :")) And i understand if you guys are angry and pissed for me not updating for a whole month.

And sorry to tell you guys that the end is coming real real soon and i will miss this. ♥