When we reached their home, I was mesmerized by how modern it was. It's really beautiful but at the same time, it's gloomy.

My heart started beating fast as we enter the place and I couldn't help but feel guilty when I saw his family. They were seated in one long table, and they all look intimidating. I couldn't count how many times I've bitten my lower lip due to the pressure of their gazes at me.

To my great surprise, I was holding onto Jiyong's hand really tight that I could really feel his skin and mine as one.

Why do they need to be this intimidating? 

"Good Evening. Sorry, we're late," Jiyong said.

He approached his family members and when I was about to back away because of great nervousness, Jiyong tightened his grip. 

"My lovely grandson," a woman who has already visible age wrinkles said. "I see you have brought a company."

Dug! Dug!

My goodness, Jessica Jung!!

I stiffened when Jiyong held me by my waist. 

I want to run away, away from here! Waa! I shouldn't have agreed. 

"Omo! Is she injured, oppa?" a girl who's a bit tan asked. 

"Yea," Jiyong confirmed. "Everyone, this is Jessica, my girlfriend."

I thought it's easy...but no!

They are all looking at me and I couldn't help but shiver. This is so...uncomfortable!!!

"Son, I th..."

"She's my girlfriend, grandma. Though she's can barely walk, she agreed on meeting you since you requested to me that you want to meet the girl I am seriously with."

I felt the tension. Yes. There's something wrong with these people in here. There's...hatred, disappointment, and anything that go with it.

"Annyeonghaseyo," I greeted, bowing 90 degrees. "I'm Jessica."

They all kept silent. I am not quite sure but I think even his father was afraid to talk. Is this because of his grandma? 

"Jessica? It's an English name, am I right?" the woman asked with much authority in her voice that sends thousands of shivers in me.

Jiyong hand was still firmed, holding mine as I heard him say something under his breath. I guess he's right. His Grandmother is really intimidating and at the same time, you feel manipulated.

"Ah, neh. I grew up in States but my parents decided to reside back here," I said with a smile on.

"What's your parents' business?" a guy in great tux suddenly ask, eyes stern at me as if already judging me.

"Huh?"

"You know, Jessica-sshi, in our family, we treasure and protect s..."

"Jessica here doesn't give a damn about what you stand for," a very cold yet manly voice shoot at the man, Jiyong.

I looked up at him and saw just how his jaw clenched. 

"Jiyong-ah, we have to ask. What if she's from a very poor family who only wants you for your money. God knows how dangerous those kind of girls and they are very hungry for wealth."

Just as those slipped that old man's mouth, I felt offended and had the urge to defend myself. And I didn't even do anything to stop myself from doing so.

"Yes. You are right," I told.

Jiyong pulled me away but I managed to stay and say what I wanted to.

"I'm Jessica Jung, and I came from a family who struggles in giving off luxurious things. We don't have a house as big as this. You're right, we are poor but at least, we know respect."

Obvious akwardness, yet tension surrounded us. I shouldn't have done that but I don't possess calmness. I say what I want to say, and do what I want to do. 

"This pea--"

"I'm sorry for the sudden outburst but I thought you need some hit on your face from time to time since you obviously lost respect. And please don't think this assignment for disrespectful," I stared at him with such distaste.

"Let's go," I heard Jiyong said but I wasn't finished yet.

Before he could finally drag me away, I let few words out of my lips slip, "No wonder your son hates you with every inch of his fiber."

Jiyong finally dragged me out of the place and silently let me in...well, uhm, this is new. He let me sit at the passenger's seat.

I waited for him to get in and when he did, he just stayed looking front, outside. I felt the awkwardness filled the whole space of his car and I started feeling worried that maybe I did something that worsen the problem. 

Yes, I definitely did something. I made a scene. I feel embarrassed that even the tingling pain at my foot didn't even equate the feeling. 

"Hey, I--"

"Thank you."

"Mwo?"

He looked at me, no hints of anger. "You told them what I wanted to say for years. So thanks."

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded and stayed silent. I looked away from him because it feels awkward now. I just don't know why or is it because it's usual of him to be like this?

Moments later he decided to drive away from that place. Somehow it was a relief since I couldn't bear being in that premises. I feel suffocated.

"Do you wanna go home now?" he asked.

"Ani," I answered without even looking at him, just staring out of the window. 

"Why?" I heard him ask.

I nervously bit my lower lip when I thought of what's date is today. A single tear escaped my eye followed by one then another. I quickly wiped them away.

I exhaled. I didn't know I was holding my breath that long just because I remembered it, the day when we are supposed to date for 14 months now.

That's why I felt so broken. No wonder I was a mess. It's always been because of him.

Suddenly Jiyong stopped the car. I looked over at him. "Why did we stop?"

"Forget about him."

"W-what?"

"It's you who always get hurt. Stop being stupid and forget."

I rolled my eyes then looked away again. "It's not that easy."

He didn't answer for a while and it bothers me so I faced him again. "Pink Panther."

As always, he shot me a death glare but I am already proned to his way of killing someone slowly. 

"Get over him. It's the right thing to do," he said again and started the engine again.

"Why? Are you really over Kiko?"

My question stopped him from taking control of steering wheel that he even turned off the engine. As soon as our eyes met, I feel it again. I feel his sadness that makes me think that something drastic is beyond those lovely eyes of