Suji followed the two figures from a distance, hiding her face behind a medical mask she had swiped from a box outside the isolation ward. She had been to the Seoul National Hospital many times before during its business events as a child, but she was yet to be introduced to the other department heads as anything more than the Neurological department head's daughter. If she was to join her father in the business side of the medical world, she needed connections. Connections that Suho was gaining.

Henry had been hesitant to join her scheme, pointing out the fact that she was her father's daughter. He was unlikely to disinherit her for infiltrating the private sectors of the largest hospital in South Korea and endangering his position in the company, "I, on the other hand, am just a dispensable employee. Please don't make me do this Suji ya."

She didn't fall for his puppy face which he used all too often despite his ripe age, "You know, a man of your age using that kind of face on a seventeen year old is quite disgusting."

He pouted in affront, "What do you mean? I'm so cute, I could easily join your pretty little Chaebol club."

Suji laughed and ruffled his blond curls. He, like Suho, was a little on the short side, making it easier for the two of them to pass off as teenagers, "Don't worry Oppa. You're indispensable to me."

She trailed after the pair, watching as they entered room after room, the department heads rising and bowing in deference to her father. Hands shook. Cards exchanged. Maybe even an invitation to dinner. They seemed to approve of Suho. Suji was sure that had she been given the chance, she would have gained their approval too.

She couldn't hear anything. Darn that sound proof glass.

"Hey! Hey you, you're not allowed here. This is the private wing of the hospital." Suji whirled around as she exchanged a shocked look with one of the hospital's resident pathologists, a litter of medical students crowding around him. She began to briskly walk away, praying that he hadn't recognised her. If her father found out that she had followed him to work, he would definitely punish her. This was inexcusable.

The shouting drew closer, the tapping of leather soles on tile indicating that the students have given chase. Suji broke into a run.

"Excuse me Miss, Wait! If you're a patient, I can you back to your ward!"

She scowled, annoyed at their interruption. Why couldn't they learn to mind their own business? The irony of her statement didn't escape her. Her case was different. She was born to be heir to her parent's companies and positions. This was her business.

Suji ducked behind an abandoned cleaning cart, smirking to herself as the medical students jogged past her, still calling out in vain. As advanced as they may be in academics, they weren't very street smart. She waited until the sounds of their voices faded into another wing of the building and then surreptitiously crawled into an adjoining room in hiding. She felt disgusted at herself. Look at her. Kim Suji crawling around on her hands and knees. God, what Suho is making her do.

"Can I help you?" An amused voice. A pair of slippered feet came into view. Oh my God. Kill me now. Suji slowly lifted her head, wishing that the floor would open up and engulf her into darkness. Anything would be better than that moment. Her burning cheeks certainly weren't helping either.

He was young, of average height. What made him stand apart was his traditional Chinese clothing. Red and gold shining silk, a matching pair of slippers on his feet. In a building where white coats and clipboards ruled, the young man stood out like a sore thumb. Or a clown. He certainly didn't fit in with the mahogany and steel office, looking as though he belonged in an oriental saeguk drama.

Suji stumbled to her feet, clutching her cape tightly around her and looking anywhere but at the man. She could feel his easygoing smile still trained on her and she coughed lightly, "I'm sorry. I was just getting away from- I mean, I was just  following- Ah, never mind." Suji ducked her head, annoyed at all that had happened to her. Her plan had seemed simple; follow them, see what they're up to. Find out whether or not Suho is being groomed as an heir, being introduced to the higher ups of the company. She had simply needed to satiate her thirst for knowledge.

And now here she was, caught shuffling on all fours by some foreign stranger. A handsome one no doubt. His flawless skin seemed to radiate his health; defined features and slightly hooked nose intensifying his masculine feel. His eyes drooped with slight fatigue or boredom, giving the impression of confusion. From the look of the room, he wasn't just a hot Chinese. He was an important one too. Just kill her now.

"Well, if you're looking for the exit, it's right behind you. That is, unless you'd like to talk your frustrations out." The man chuckled lazily and ran a hand through his tousled red tinted hair, "And please don't feel embarrassed. It was a simple accident. Nothing more, nothing less. It's nothing to suicide over."

Suji stared up at him, rather impressed and a little freaked out at his deductive skills, "What are you, a psychiatrist?" If he was, he was a damn good one. He seemed reliable. Let's see if he can fix my problems.

"No." He gestured for her to sit at one of the plush leather chairs. Suji followed suit, "I'm just practice traditional Chinese medicine. I own a small practice up near the Jeolla region."

"If you own such an insignificant practice, then why are you here?" Suji asked curiously, the sting unintended.

He laughed again, amazed at Suji's audacity, yet inclined not to take it personally, "One of the hospital's directors kept badgering me to join them. I kept refusing but they didn't seem to understand the word 'no'. I just turned up to shut them up." He held out a hand and Suji shook it. They were very warm and sent a tingle down Suji's arm. She couldn't describe what it felt like. It was as though a jolt of electricity had passed from him to her. She felt refreshed, rejuvenated and a bit less pissed at her lot in life, "I'm Yixing. Zhang Yixing. Most Koreans can't pronounce my name too well so just call me Lay."

"Kim Suji." She chirped brightly, "My father is Kim Sooro, the hospital's neurology department's director." She surreptitiously lifted her chin an inch, radiating pride and sophistication.

"Oh." Yixing's brows twitched together slightly and he leaned back against the glass topped desk, "That's him. Your father's the one asking me to join the hospital. No offense of course."

"Sure." Suji lit up, realising a way for her to gain favour in her father's eyes, "But why won't you join us? Become an affiliate?"

"Affiliate?" He instantly shook his head, "I don't do big businesses. The reason I chose traditional medicine was to keep my head down."

"Are you a criminal? A runaway chaebol? Celebrity gone astray?"

He laughed again after a beat, "No. I just want to help people without all the attention." His expression changed slightly, just enough for Suji to notice the slight wrinkle in his brow and the tiny downward pull of the corners of his lips, "I can't survive if they find out."

Footsteps rung outside and paused outside the door. Suji hadn't realised how quiet this side of the hospital wing was. Yixing stood up q