Setting: Commodore Club

The man with a red handkerchief on his front suit pocket gently closed the Commodore Club room door. He pressed on his smartwatch and said “I need bodyguards in Commodore Club. Ensure no other guests goes in”. He then walks to the elevator and pressed ‘Lobby’.

Jiyong walks towards Dara and gave her a little smile while saying “I asked my sta….” he caught himself before he could say staff and continued “…my coworker to bring breakfast here for you”.

“Oh, thank you very much! Is it really okay for me to be here? I don’t want you to be in trouble because of me” Dara asked worriedly.

“You don’t have to worry about it. We understand your situation” Jiyong smiled reassuringly at her.

Jiyong looked at her intently and noticed something. He hesitated whether he will tell her or not. Dara noticed he is fidgeting and seems like he wanted to tell her something. she asked “Is something wrong?” Jiyong put his left hand on the table, looked down and touch the corner of his eyes between his nose with his right hand. Dara looked at him confused.

Jiyong looked at her, knowing that she’s not getting what he’s trying to do and hesitantly pointed on her eyes. “wha… what are you saying?” Dara subconsciously touched the corner of her eyes and discovered she got eye mucus discharges on both of it! “Oh my god!” she screamed in her mind with a shocked expression while she quickly took the tissue that Jiyong is giving her.

Jiyong cleared his throat and wiped the corners of his mouth while looking at Dara. “Oh the horror! Don’t tell me I also have dried up drool?!” she thought. She was panicking now, trying to wipe her dried drool as fast as she can. “Way to go Dara! This is your dream guy’s first impression of you. A disgusting woman!” she almost wants to cry.

She suddenly remembered her hair and touched it. It’s like a witch’s hair! She quickly tried to comb it with her hands as much as she could. Jiyong is just looking at her chuckling while she’s trying to make herself look presentable.

After a while, Dara gave up fixing her hair. And slumped her shoulder, feeling really embarrased, not looking at Jiyong. She suddenly remembered her breath and quickly blew on her hand. “Does my breath smell bad?” she looked at Jiyong defeatedly. Her eyes getting a bit red, almost going to cry due to embarrasment.

“Nothing that Orange juice can’t fix” Jiyong smiled warmly at her as he gives her a glass of orange juice. Da