Chapter One

Yi Jung

"Ya, So Yi Jung. Ga Eul-sshi has been chasing after you for so long, and we all know you do like her, even if you say it's just a little bit, so why won't you just stop playing around and date her already?" Song Woo Bin laughed as he took another sip of wine. Goo Jun Pyo and Yoon Ji Hoo also started laughing to themselves as Yi Jung drank half his glass of wine in frustration.

His friends had been disturbing him about Ga Eul, and what angered him most was that they seemed to understand him better than himself. Before he had even admitted to himself that he had indeed, horrors of horrors, fell in love with Chu Ga Eul, they had been hinting that they knew he did 6 months in advance. And now, when he just started considering dating her, they tell him he should just date her. It was frustrating.

"Shut up. I don't need you Song Woo Bin, of all people, to tell me about getting attached. And the two of you, stop laughing."

"Jan Di's been so excited for the two of you. She says she's quite sure you'll come to your senses soon and date her best friend. But I told her to give you some time. After all, you're just another guy in self-denial." Jun Pyo commented, in his can't-be-bothered tone, and gave a casual shrug. Woo Bin and Ji Hoo burst out in peals of laughter, and Yi Jung downed the rest of his wine.

"That's it. I'm out of here. I can't stand you guys disturbing me anymore. Bye."

He grabbed his coat, and flung it over his shoulders and walked out of the pub, in a way which made the girls around him swoon. He got into the car waiting, surprisingly without any girls on either arm. He even surprised himself.

"Head home. Take a long, slow route."

He needed some silence to clear his frustrations.

The night was young, so young in fact, that people on the streets seemed to be heading for the clubs instead of going home, and Yi Jung observed them with much interest through the tinted window of his car, which travelled very slowly, like how he wanted, with credit to his chauffeur.

So this is how it looks like to people who don't club. He smirked at the thought of girls, patiently waiting for his arrival, only to be disappointed. He watched as people swarmed to the entrance of famous clubs. They drove by a pub Yi Jung had never noticed, and he saw a couple walking out of it. But something didn't seem right. The girl looked young, and very drunk, and the guy was dragging her, not supporting her, or helping her.

Yi Jung knew it was none of his business. He had seen countless careless girls get taken advantage of many times on his daily night excursions to the clubs. But somehow, this time, it didn't feel right on his conscience to leave things as it was, something was just bugging him.

"Stop the car."

He stepped out of the vehicle and adjusted his blazer before turning towards the oncoming couple. He sincerely hoped that guy, whoever he was, knew about the famous So Yi Jung. He didn't want to have to resort to violence for a girl he had no clue about. As they drew closer, Yi Jung stepped right in front of the guy's path. The guy looked at him with a frown.

"What do you want?" He was clearly irritated that Yi Jung had obstructed him.

"What do you think you're doing to that girl?" Yi Jung tried to sound as cool as possible, though the guy had shown obvious cluelessness to who he was.

The guy looked at the girl in his hands, and pulled her closer.

"She's my girlfriend. Any problem with that?" Yi Jung would've loved to say 'no' and leave things as they were, but was slightly irritated with the guy's tone, and decided to make sure the guy didn't get his way.

"Let me go… Away!" The drunken girl exclaimed in non-local English, and pushed herself away from her 'boyfriend' and stumbled. It was just reflex that Yi Jung had went ahead and caught her in his embrace. She clung onto his shirt, and for some reason he had no clue about, started crying gently.

"Oppa… oppa, save me." She sobbed into the front of his shirt. Yi Jung's eyes widened with surprise and he immediately made use of the situation. He looked to the other guy, fierce eyes meeting those of sudden cowardliness.

"You thought I wouldn't recognise my own sister's boyfriend?! My sister would never date a jerk like you who takes advantage of depressed young girls! And I would beat up anyone who dares to do something like that to her!" The guy showed immediate fear and started retreating.

"I'm sorry… I'm Sorry!" and with that the guy turned around and ran as far as his legs could carry him. Yi Jung decided to add in, "and don't you dare forget the face and power of So Yi Jung!"

He looked down at the crying girl in his arms. Aish, what do I do with her now? I can't just bring her to any hotel and leave her there; she might wake up tomorrow morning and panic. Yi Jung supported her to his car and slowly guided her in.

"Let's go home, please drive faster now."

"Sir, the girl…"

"We'll have to bring her home." And with that, the car went off.

He let her rest against him as he patted her comfortingly on her shoulder. She cried herself to sleep, at some points even calling out for her family members every now and then, very quietly, and always speaking in English.

Yi Jung twirled her tied up locks around his fingers, she was definitely Asian, but it didn't seem as if she was Korean, since she didn't speak it. But he couldn't be certain of any of his speculations, seeing how after a search of all her pockets, he couldn't find any wallet of passport, and she had been passed over without any personal belongings. It was only a few seconds later that Yi Jung came to a conclusion. He had let the guy from before off too easily, that jerk had so obviously mugged her.

It was already past 12 by the time they had reached home. The house was silent and dark, as usual. His chauffeur wanted to lend a hand in helping Yi Jung support the girl into the house, but Yi Jung had already carried her up in his arms and walked into the darkness of his house on his own.

No one would be at home to question any of his actions, no one ever did. He had been living on his own for years. Yi Jung leaned against his bedroom door and pushed himself into the room. He looked at the couch in the corner of his room, then to his bed, then to the tear-stained face of the girl he held in his arms.

He immediately moved to put her onto his bed and tucked her underneath the covers. He didn't know why he was doing all these for someone he didn't even know the name of. Leaving a pub so early was one thing, helping a girl in danger was another, bringing a girl home was usual; but not ending up sleeping with the girl he brought home was another. He was certainly surprising himself that night.

He loosened up his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt as he settled himself onto the couch. He sighed as he looked at her through the darkness. She looked so young and innocent while she was sleeping. Why would a girl like that get herself drunk so bad?

He sighed as he closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. It was surely going to be a chaotic morning by the time he opened his eyes, and he wanted to have the energy to face it.