With no interference from anyone, with no elaborate plans, with no mind games—he was going to sort this out.

Just Bomi.

Just him.

The third time that Bomi missed the start of her dance break, because her thoughts once again flashed back to the scene in the auditorium, she knew that she was foolish in thinking that dance practice would take her mind off of it.

"Ah, really?" she exclaimed in exasperation. She collapsed to the ground, leaning against the ceiling to floor mirrors.

She closed her tired eyes and tried to find her 'zen'.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone started to play. It was Darth Vader’s theme song from Star Wars, something she’d assigned to Luhan this past week as she dreaded each new demand of his.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to put on her best 'nothing happened and I’m fine' voice.

"Where are you?" the only voice that could make her heart beat faster demanded.

She glared at her phone, "Why do you care? I’m where I want to be!"

So much for being calm and cool about this, Bomi decided it wasn’t in her nature and anyway, it was probably too late to be anyone other than who she was at this point.

"Why you! Have you forgotten who is whose slave this week?"

She scoffed and pulled her phone away from her ear to check the time, "Actually—your week ended about twenty five minutes ago. So—,"

"I’m happy."

This caused Bomi to flinch, not because of his actual words—but by the fact that the door was suddenly pushed open and the words were delivered in person.

Bomi stared at Luhan for a moment too long before pulling her eyes away.

"Happy? That you no longer have a slave? Forgive me if I don’t buy that—I saw just how much you enjoyed each and every moment of the past week," she laughed, but she could hear just how nervous she was. (She really hoped he didn’t.)

He came closer to her and suddenly the height difference--of her on the floor and him standing up-- was too much to bear and she scrambled to her feet.

By the time she got there