[CONTENTID1] Mr. Sensitivity [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] 15 [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3] Back to the Jessica's party again.

“Soojungie, your cousin Donghoon has always been a jackass.” When finally Hyungsuk catches his youngest daughter.

“I know. And even he's married,” Krystal said sarcastically.

“So, you'll get married a little bit later than some people. Big deal. You never did anything the way everyone else did it, and that's what I've always thought was so great about you,” Hyungsuk give her daughter a warm smile.

“I'm your youngest daughter, and I'm the only one not married. If this was Fiddler on the Roof you'd have to sacrifice me or something.”

Hyungsuk laughs and puts his arm around Krystal, “Honey, look. When everyone else was just going to camp at the Y, you borrowed my New York Times, found some arts camp in the Berkshires, wrote away for information, and then were accepted on your own. You were nine. You never did things the way everyone else did."

Krystal stopped and looked at his father, “Why not?”

“Because that's you, Soojungie. That's why you're my favorite daughter.” Hyungsuk said to Krystal that makes Krystal’s eyes go wide.

“You’re not supposed to say that,” Krystal hissed at her father but can’t help to smile as well.

“Well, I don't give a . I am retired, and I will say what I want. I'll say it to the whole room if you want,” and Hyungsuk turned his back.

“Wait, wait, wait! Come here. Stop,” Krystal holds her father hands and hugs him.

“It's true, though.” Hyungsuk said while they are going back to the restaurant.

“I know.” Krystal let out a smile towards his father.

Gangnam Café, later night.

Dara sits sipping a drink, alone, when Kris comes in the door and goes directly to her table.

“Sorry I'm late.”

“That's okay. I like a little time before a  blind date - prepare myself mentally, remind myself not to tell the story about my molars –“

Kris holds Dara’s shoulder and told her directly before she could say anything further, “Dara, he's not coming.”

Kris motions to the waitress to bring them another round, “But you can tell me the story about the molars. I'd love to hear it.”

Still speechless Dara, “How can he already not like me?”

“I screwed up. I told Chanyeol it was Thursday, but I meant Tuesday.