JIYONG'S POV

It's been a week since our trip to the Park household, and in that week we fought and fought.

I come back from work and I find that there's still food on the kitchen table. It was meant to be for her. Why didn't she eat it.

DARA'S POV

"Ummuni, I'm in the restaurant now? Where are you?" I sent her a text.

I swear that she told me to come early and meet her. I've been waiting for only 10 minutes but I'm not the type of person who is patient. 

"Just tell the receptionist 'Mr. Taeyang' and she'll lead you somewhere" I was confused with her reply. Who's Mr. Taeyang? I still followed what she texted me though.

"Uhmm... Mr.Taeyang?" I tell a girl wearing her back and white uniform. "Ah! Yes, just follow me Mrs Kwon." I was abit taken back with what she called me but still I didn't want to say anything just in case she'll think I'm the wrong person. 

She leads me to a table in the VIP area. A man wearing a suit stands up and pulls a chair back before he sits back down. "Annyeong Dara! It's me! Taeyang!" he looks up at me ang gives me a cute smile. I sat down. "Taeyang?" I was confused. "Dong Young Bae! It's me Young bae!" Now I remember him. 

Young Bae was a childhood friend who left Korea at the age of 17 for USA. His dad and him were the only ones left in Korea whilst the rest of his family lived in USA. He moved there because their company was doing well and his pare