"Yixing, have a seat." The man gestured towards the brown leather chair infront of the desk. 

"Uncle." 

"Did you bring it?" His uncle asked, after asking his secretary for two cups of tea. Yixing pulled out a folder from his suitcase and laid it on the table. It seemed loaded. 

"This is what i'll be giving him. According to the plan." Yixing said, pushing the folder closer to the older man, who then opened the case to go through the documents. He nodded as he read the content. "It's written there that the plane you guys rode, flight A554, crash landed into the pacific. Exactly like the news report before. He was looking into your daughter's body, so I thought that adding more people into the name list of people that were never could possibly shut him up." 

Ahn Yi An

Lee Seul Bi 

Go Eun Byul 

Kim Tan

Kim Yugyeom 

Kwon Prinseung

Jo In Sung 

Bae Suzy 

Ji Suk Jin

Kang Gary

"Good work, as always." The elder nodded. "When will you be giving this to him?"

"Today, uncle." The elder nodded and returned the folder to Yixing. "Uncle, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure thing. Anything." He drank from his tea cup and looked at the younger male in front of him.

"Where did you guys go...seven years ago?" Yixing asked. "I know you guys were never on the plane to America."

"There were things that had to be fixed. We went to Jeju. I guess you're curious about why I made it look like my daughter died."

"Uncle Jiyong, that's just one more of my questions." He chuckled lightly. 

"There was a family issue back then. Prinsueng's not my real daughter and when she found out..." He explained, causing Yixing to part his lips in shock. "She almost got that night. Long story short, she got amnesia. Because of the trauma it gave her... She was never meant to know about being adopted but she found out. I guess I saw her accident as an oppurtunity."

"Oppurtunity?" Yixing echoed. 

"Oppurtunity to turn back the past. I thought that maybe if we changed our names, it would be much better. When we moved to Jeju we started all over again. And she didn't know a thing. She didn't want to leave."

"So, why did you make her seem dead?"

"So that no one from her past would be able to look for her. But this guy, Yien or Mark. He's looking for her now, and I just can't let him find her."

"You don't want her to leave?" Yxing seemed to understand his unlce well. 

"I know that if she found someone from her past, she'd want to leave my house. I just can't let that happen. Again."

"Don't worry uncle. I'm pretty sure Mark will stop after he gets these." Yixing glanced at the folder and decided it was time to meet with Mark. "Uncle Jiyong, I'll get going now."

"Alright, make sure he gest those." 

"Yes, unlce. I'll meet aunt Dara some time soon." He said before bidding goodbye. 

'You won't get to her, Mark. You won't be able to take her away from us.' Jiyong thought. 

"Mark."

"Yixing." They met at a cafe. Both of them holding a folder each, the only difference is, Mark was hiding his folder behind him where he was sure no one could see it, especially his guest. Whereas Yixing was ready to lay down the documents he first showed to his unlce, to Mark. "Did you bring it?"

"Would I be here right now if I didn't?" Yixing took the seat across Mark and handed over the folder. Mark took it into his hands and carefully opened it. Flipping through the pages of the investigation, Mark found something very suspicious but hid his emotions. Instead, he acted as if he couldn't bare the analysis - the fake truth. 

"How could this be?" Mark laid the documents down solemnly. Yixing on the other hand, was trying to hide his smile; 'He took the bait.' Mark took out his phone from his back pocket and dialed a number. "Now." She said firmly. Yixing, who was recently happy, was filled with confusion. "Yixing, are you sure with these?" Mark held the papers up for him to see and before he could even respond tothe question, the whole cafe was startled by the sudden pressence of three policemen who marched towards their table. 

"Mr. Zhang, you are under arrest for fraud and breach of contract." One of the police men went straight to Yixing and grabbed his arms to his back, handcuffing him. "You have the right to remain silent, for anything you say may be used against you. You have also have the right to call a lawyer and make one phone call." The official told him. 

"Mark! What the heck is this?!" He yelled and turned to the police men; "Let me go!"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? What the heck is this?" Mark referred to the documents he just read. By now, the police had already pulled up Yixing from his chair, ready to drag him out of the cafe. "You think I don't know the Kwons' were never on that plane?!" Mark was mad, real mad. This man, whom he had trusted, messed with him. With his loved one. "Take him away." He ordered the police men, who nodded and made their exit with the in denial Yixing. Jackson was there the whole time too, he came in with the police. 

"Hyung." He sat down where Yixing was previously seated and soon, Mark did too. "How did you know? THat they were never on the plane?" 

"I had someone else investigate on the same case. I have the files with me. He met with me earlier beore I met Yixing and in his invesigation, there was no one named "Kwon Prinseung on the plane. Heck, there wasn't even anyone named 'Kwon' on that flight."

"So she's alive!" Jackson cheered. 

"No. She was never dead."

"So what do you plan on doing now?"

"I need to make sure Jung Prinseung and Kwon Prinseung is just one person." Mark nodded. 

"How do you plan on doing that?" Jackson was so curious and couldn't help but as so many questions. "She can't remember you."

"That's one more thing. I don't know why she can't remember me. If she was never on that plane, there would be no reason for her to forget me..."

        Prinseung locked herself inside her room. Well, she was under house arrest, what else would se be able to do? She was thinking, almost wanting to smash her brain when she couldn't remember whatever she wanted to know. The girl was thinking for three hours straight before she had fallen into deep slumber and didn't notice that she was already dreaming; 

"Yah! Give it back!" Prinsseung shouted at him. 

"No! I won't give it back!"

"Give it back, Yien!" The wo were in the park inside the village,; Prinseung was chasing Yien after he stole the picture she had been keeping of both of them. "I'm warning you!, Yien! Give it back!"

"Never!" The boy just kept running around in circles, avoiding Prinseung. But he stopped when he realised the footstps that were recently following behind him were gone. He looked back in shock. "Yah!" Yien ran back to his bestfriend who was already on the sand, breathing heavily, gasping for air. "Yah! YAH! What happened to you?" 

"I-I... I c-can't br-breathe..." 

         The young boy Yien didn't know what to do but hold her in his arms; one arm was around her neck as he laid her back on his lap, while the other was clearing her face of her hair. He was worried. This was the first time that this hadever happened. So he called for help, and it cam sooner tha he thought. The village men and women around carried her and called an ambulance. 

     Prinseung woke up soon after her dream ended and she was flabbergasted. The guy she saw in her dreams. Her best friend. The guy who was in her picture. The guy whom she grew up with. The guy called 'Yien'...was Mark?

"Yien is... Mark?" Her eyes were as wide as an owl's. "No. Ani. Ani. That's impossible.." 

She looked at the photo of her and Yien for the nth time and realised that Yien, the boy in the picture with her, and Mark, the guy at the office with her, had the same exact side profiles. "Are you really him?" Prinseung asked the photo. "Ugh, molla. Whatever." 

     Prinseung went on her mac book pro and was about to go to twitter when she saw her brother's account logged on in the mail engine. 'He must've forgotten to log out again, gosh.' It wasa normal thing; that Taecwoon would have his email account open in Prinseung's macbook since he used it often. The girl couldn't resist the temptation to check his inbox and so she did; so far, she didn't find anything insteresting until she neared the end of the first page of the inbox.

• Jung Corporation Finance department
• Facebook: Jae Hwan had sent a message to "the Idiots next door"
• Groupon; new offers available
• Jung Corporation MArketing plan
• Jung Corporation HR deprartment
• Facebook: Won Shik had sent a message to "the Idiots next door"
• Twitter: you have a new follower!
• HWANG ANGENCY
• Facebook: Friend request

"Hwang Agency... Ah! Zitao ge!" Prinseung was familiar with the name and clicked it open, noticing how it was already marked 'read'. But she didn't expect the content of the email.

RESEARCH REPORT:

MARK YIEN TUAN                  "Mark Yien...." Prinseung read out. 

AGE:24 YEARS OLD 

: MALE

HEIGHT: 1.75m

MOTHER: MARALIN TUAN       

FATHER: RAYMOND TUAN          

NATIONALITY: TAIWANESE

DOB: SEPTEMBER 4. 1993

PLACE OF BIRTH: SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

SIBLINGS: N/A

CURRENT ADDRESS: GANGBUK DISTRICT, KIM APARTMENTS, FLAT NO. 808. (SINCE 2013)       

PREVIOUS ADDRESS: GANGNAM VILLAGE, 46TH STREET, NO. 59 (FROM 1995-2013)      "Gangnam village... this was where I saw him before..."

OCCUPATION: SALES MANAGER 

She dashed out of her room.

"Leo!" Prinseung called her brother's attention, who was seated in his room doing some paper work. "Leo!"

"What?" He asked, almost irritatedly, and didn't bother to look at her. 

"Yien." The name itself made Taecwoon stop, look and listen to her. 

"What about him?"

"I know that you know something about him!" Prinseung has been losing every ounce of patience she's built up through the years.

"What do you mean?!" Taecwoon couldn't help but increase his volume unintentionally, he was stressed by work and his sister. 

"Mark! Yien! Those two! You should be knowing something about those two!" 

"Prinseung, I-"

"Dammit! Just tell me!" Prinseung was so tired, of everything. Of all the lies. Of all the secrets. "Mark and Yien! They're just one person, right!? I know that you asked Tao ge to research on him! On Mark! He's Yien right?!" 

"So what if he's Yien?" The voice wasn't of her brother's. "So what?" Jiyong asked as he entered the room uninvited. 

"You knew?!" Prinseung asked her father. 

"So what if he's Yien? He won't be able to reach you anyway."

"What do you mean?" Taecwoon asked for Prinseung. 

"You, young lady, will not be able to get anywhere near him. No matter how hard you try." Jiyong was firm as a rock. 

"Why not?!He's probably the only truth in all these lies!" Prinseung was in tears.

"Exactly why you can't get anywhere near him. And him to you."

"Wat are you planing to do?!" Taecwoon was so full of his father's lies.

"If he finds out that you're Prinseung..." Jiyong Paused and dragged his index finer across his neck like a knife. 

"You wouldn't." Taecwoon said in disbelief. 

"You can't do that!" Prinseung screamed. 

"Watch me. You will not leave this house. Ever." Jiyong pointed at Prinseung. 

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