As soon Sandara entered the company, the staff started to sing, as well as the janitors and the janitress. They had gone back to their past attitudes, singing and dancing to a song and wearing farmer’s clothes as a sign of respect to those who plant the food.

Everybody hates me, but you love me and I love you
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman sonppyeokchimyeon dwae baby
Onsesangi anti. Geureon naega utneun iyu
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman nae pyeonimyeon dwae

1, 2, 3, 4!

The HR department sang first, clapping their hands together to the rhythm of the song. Sandara laughed, just clapping along with them.

Naman daldaldal bokka. Silsudo jalmotcheoreom
Sesang moduga ibe mangchi ttaeryeo, nal motcheoreom
Gumeongtuseongin maeum. Nunmulman sae
Useumyeon an dwae? Nan wae?
Saram sirheohaneunde museun iyuga innyago?
Naega sirheul ttaen wae sucheon sumangajinyago
Jeonbu nae tasirago sorichine
Nae ibeul mangneun goalkeepers, kkolbogi sirtae!

Da naman sirheohae
Da naman miWohae
Da songarakjil hae
Nega eobseumyeon na michil geot gatae

The janitor assigned to the main office did the rap, using his mop as his microphone. This time, he grabbed Sandara’s hand and danced Cha Cha with her. Everyone cheered as they continue on the chorus.

Everybody hates me, but you love me and I love you
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman sonppyeokchimyeon dwae baby
On sesangi anti. Geureon naega utneun iyu
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman nae pyeonimyeon, nae paenimyeon dwae

Naran jwigumeonge bichin dan hanaui byeot
Seulpeum nanugoneun sipjiman, da naui geot
Neon geunyang useojugiman hago sumeo
Sesang gajang keun bangpae dwie meomulleo haengbongman pumeo
Ireon bihogam, gonggongui jeogin nawa…
Summan swimyeon nollan, gonggongui kkeomin nawa
Doma wieseo chumeul chumyeo jeulgineun neo
Chwihyang hana cham jugineun neo

Da naman mwora hae.
Hwasallo gyeonyanghae.
Sarajigil barae.
Nega eobseumyeon na jugeul geot gatae.

This time, because she can’t continue being speechless, Sandara did the rap. Her staff cheered her on, teasing her to be an artist instead of being their CEO.

Everybody hates me, but you love me and I love you.
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman sonppyeokchimyeon dwae. Baby.
On sesangi anti. Geureon naega utneun iyu.
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman nae pyeonimyeon, nae paenimyeon dwae.

Jega geureoke miwoyo?
Jeoreul saranghaejwoyo.

Nal saranghanda. Nal miWohanda.
Nal saranghanda. Nal miWohanda.
Nal saranghanda. Nal miWohanda.
Love and hate! Dul da gomapji, mwo.

Two children now did the solo together, their cute baby-like voices echoing all around the room.

Everybody hates me, but you love me and I love you
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman sonppyeokchimyeon dwae. Baby
On sesangi anti. Geureon naega utneun iyu
Oh oh oh! (Woh oh oh!) nan neoman nae pyeonimyeon, nae paenimyeon dwae

Hate me. Hate me. Hate me. Hate me
Hey hey hey hey
Hate me (don’t hate me)
Hate me (don’t hate me)
Hate me (don’t hate me)
Please love me

Neoman nae paenimyeon dwae!

Sandara laughed, waving for the last time to her staff and went inside her office. It’s been a complete five months since her stepmother died. So much has happened. Her stepmother died due to the apple. She injected too many chemicals in it that it has been fatal. Seven had debuted as a solo artist. Tablo and Mithra came up with a duo named Epik High. Seungri, Daesung and Psy became solo artists as well, their songs becoming a viral hit every time they would release. And Jiyong, well, he’s always been the same.

“Mrs. Kwon,” Sandara’s ears perked up when she heard that voice again. She saw her husband sitting on her swiveling chair, and was pointing at her nameplate on top of her desk, which read Sandara Park.

“I believe the last name has been changed a few weeks ago.” Jiyong said, pouting. “Or you’re rebelling against me?”

Sandara shook her head. “Ami,” She called her assistant. “Please order another name plate for me, and change the surname to Kwon.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ami instantly replied, and grabbed the name plate from Sandara’s desk before disappearing. Jiyong smirked at her, amused.

Sandara remembered how she became an instant Kwon. Their family lawyer, her father’s not Michelle’s, told her the company would only be given to her if she got married, and that time, Jiyong is her boyfriend. The lawyer gave her possibilities, telling her she can be forcibly married or she marries the man she loves. She talked about it to Jiyong, and fortunately, he’s much more excited than her to be married. His parents didn’t argue about it, so they quickly set the date for the marriage. It was the same date her father died. Sandara kept on refusing for that date, but Jiyong insisted. He said that new memories should be made on that date, so Sandara just agreed.

“Penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Kwon?” She heard Jiyong ask, and Sandara quickly wake up from her reverie. He was standing in front of her, his hand cupping her chin.

“I have menstruation today, Mr. Kwon.” Sandara warned.

“Okay.” Jiyong smirked, and sealed her lips with his. Sandara quickly pulled back, taking Jiyong aback and commented, “You sound like Augustus Waters.”

“Another boyfriend of yours beside Christian Grey?” He asked, amused.

Sandara blushed into the deepest shade of red and denied, “No! He’s a fictional character. I’m—“

He cut her off by kissing her, and his free hand, the one not holding her chin, pushed her closer to him. Sandara groaned when she felt his against her belly, and instantly, he darted his mouth inside her wet cavern. He played with her tongue, dancing rhythmically and when he’s about to take her jacket off, Sandara hastily pulled back.

“I’m on a menstruation!” She shouted, pushing him away and her forehead creased in frustration.

Jiyong held his hands up, and answered, “Okay.”

Sandara lunged herself at him, and fortunately, Jiyong caught her in his arms as she invade his lips again with hers.

The End.