"Naeun-ah!" she heard a male voice call from downstairs and lifted her head from her shoulder sleepily. "Naeun-ah open the door!" the male voice called again, and she yawmed and stood up, bumping her head against a ceiling that was shorter than she remembered. "Im still in the closet..." she realised, rubbing her head tiredly and pushing the closet door. She tumbled out with a heap of clothes that had been tidily hung up on their racks earlier, making her way towards the front door where the male voice was still calling. "Im coming!" she yelled to the doorbell that wouldn't stop buzzing, eyes still half closed as she made her way dreamily to the door. It was a bright morning, sunny and she could hear the chirping of birds outside. She saw the silhouette of a man in the glass and smiled, it looked like Taemin had come to her hom,e after all and maybe she could cook him breakfast like they talked about in one of the earlier episodes of we got married. "Good morning oppa its nice of you to come..." she gasped, shutting it just as quickly as she'd rushed to open it. But she was too slow as he jammed his shoe into the hinge to stop it closing. "Wait naeun, i just wanted to talk and apologise!" Myungsoo spoke harriedly, forcing his weight on the door to keep it open. Naeun was hyperventilating as she pushed as hard as she could, kicking his foot to get out of the way. "I dont want you here, leave me alone!" she said forcefully. He still wouldn't budge and she gave up on trying to stop him, running away from the door which sprung open and into the living room. She cowered in the corner with her cellphone in hand, ready to call the police. He came into the living room with a huge boquet of roses, placing them on the coffee table. "I promise to not touch you! i swear on my life!" he said, holding his hands out in surrender as she eyed him wearily. She had her finger on the dial, but he seemed truthful so she decided on not making the call. Instead she stood up and carefully moved to sit on the couch with him, keeping as much distance between them as possible. "Last night i had a bit too much to drink and i got carried away..." he said with a hand on the back of his neck, looking at the ground. "You tried to me" she stated emptily, staring at him with a blank expression. He brought his eyes up to meet hers, guilt swimming in the dark pools as he stared at her. "And im sorry for it, i dont ever want to be that drunk again" he replied. "I cant forgive you no matter how much you apologise. You not only physically, but mentally abused me and if you ever thought there was a chance of us getting back together you were mistaken..." she stood up, grabbing the roses and hurling them at his face. "I know that" he said miserably, "i just wanted to let you know how sorry i am, i bought the roses to apologise with, not because i ever thought we still had a chance after this..." At these words she closed her eyes tightly, just wishing he would disappear. "You've apologised, now you should leave" she stated, opening her eyes again and taking a deep breath. He stood up slowly, turning for the door and she followed behind him. "Just one more thing..." he said as he stood by the door. "Who was the drawing of then? Taemin?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Her eyes widened in shock at the question as it had taken her by surprise. After the surprise though she felt another emotion, one that she should have felt from the beginning but hadn't. She could haev gone through this whole ordeal without being angry, but with that one question she snapped. "GET OUT!!!" she shrieked, pushing him roughly out the door. "DONT COME NEAR ME AGAIN OR I'LL TELL EVERYONE! JUST GET OUT!!!" she slammed the door on him and screamed at the top of her lungs. Running back to her room screaming, she buried her face in the pillow and continued until she couldnt scream anymore and she slumped limply against the cushiony surface. "It hurts..." she moaned into the pillow, hugging it as she lay on her side and cried again.