The security guards were peeking in as Yoosung began his event. He moved his hands from her shoulder to her waist and drew her closer. The one held was flustered and shocked by the sudden attack from him. Jumin, on the other hand, had recovered from his shock and was ready for action. He grabbed Yoosung's hoodie and dragged him away from his love, but his love let out a yelp because in the process she was also dragged along with Yoosung since his grip was still as strong as ever.

The two security guards involuntary rushed forward and offered their help, to which Jumin agreed to but MC dismissed them saying they'll handle it on their own.

She softly patted Yoosung's shoulder, ''Yoosung, we should go inside.''

Yoosung complied and let go of his tight grip around her waist, but he still held her shoulder with his right arm as she supported him toward the living room. During the way to the couch, she cast a glanced toward Jumin and he was following as well. Jumin looked back at her and they shared a soundless conversation. MC pleaded Jumin to keep his calm and understand, and thus he sighed and nodded his head.

The young ones sat down on the couch as Jumin came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. He offered Yoosung the glass, but Yoosung refused to even acknowledge it in front of him.

Instead, MC took it gently from Jumin and requested Yoosung to drink even just a bit, ''Here's some water, Yoosung.''

For the first time since he entered the house he looked up, first at her hand that held the glass and then at her and her worrisome eyes. He leaned forward ever so slightly and was about to say something, until Jumin interrupted him.

Jumin said with a displeased face though with worry in his voice, ''You reek of alcohol. Did something happen?''

Yoosung sloughed off the question and tilted his head to avoid Jumin. This made both Jumin and MC raise their eyebrows in confusion.

Because Yoosung wasn't holding MC anymore, she took the chance to walk toward Jumin. As she stood up to go, Yoosung grabbed her wrist in an attempt to stop her. She looked down at Yoosung who was looking at her with his tired puppy eyes. She smiled and then assured him she'll be back soon. She placed the glass of water in his hand and procced to walk toward Jumin.

''Yoosung seems quite troubled.'' She whispered to Jumin and he agreed. She continued whispering and looked at Yoosung who was looking the other way drinking his water, ''He looks almost heartbroken… He showed out of nowhere after basically not talking to any of us since the trip, I'm worried.''

''Yes, indeed it's odd for him to do so. Something must be bothering him.'' Jumin took hold of her hands, ''But I'm bothered as well, as he seems to want to stay here just as I was about to leave. I should cancel the meeting.''

In response she crosses her arms, ''No, you shouldn't. If father-in-law has assigned you to it, then it must be important. You know that he would never give you extra work knowing our wedding is soon, right? Go finish your work and don't worry, this is Yoosung after all.''

''He's not the same Yoosung from some years ago,'' Jumin argued, ''He has changed quite a bit, this kid.''

MC smiled at the thought of Jumin being jealous of Yoosung of all people, ''He's like a kid to me, Jumin. The man in front of me is you.''

Jumin huffed a smile, and then sighed knowing he could never win against his queen.

They both walked to the hallway and said their goodbyes. Before walking out the door Jumin said, ''Oh and I'm sorry but now I won't be able to buy you your surprise.''

She laughed and nodded, ''Ok! Good luck, honey. I'll be waiting.''

Yoosung who had been listening since the beginning scoffs to himself. One thought after another goes through his head but the main one is that he would make her so much happier than Jumin. The love he sees between them is so disgusting to him that he shuts his eyes. He knows by all his heart that she would be so much happier with him than this corporate heir. He knows that but-

She sits next to him and calls his name. He doesn't respond. He leans forward to put his empty glass on the table and then puts his weight on his legs and stares at the floor.

He's afraid he'll do something to her, afraid that the alcohol will take over, or something even more dangerous; afraid that his secret desires will be transparent.

The one he is concerned about doesn't show any fear. Instead she touches his back and starts to stroke it gently. She doesn't say a word, and he's quiet as well.

A couple of minutes pass by and they don't move. The one to move and to check on the two is Elizabeth 3rd. She walks along the lines and gets close to Yoosung to stroke his leg briefly, then she searches for his eyes. After getting to response, she goes back to her favorite spot in another room where the view of the city is beautiful with its night lights sparkling and moving along the road as the cars never stop traveling.

''Yoosung,'' MC speaks breaking the silence, ''Do you want to talk about it?''

Contemplating whether it was wise to tell her the truth, he starts in a low voice, ''It's about a girl.''

She encouraged him to continue and Yoosung spoke with more confidence, ''I think about her every second of the day, and I never get tired. It's been so long but I haven't gotten tired of her.''

Yoosung shifts to look at the one he is talking about, but seeing her face it's clear she has no idea who Yoosung is referring to.

''I used to be happy and excited, hearing her voice made my heart melt but now the same voice, name and face; everything about her pains me.''

The woman in front of him listened sincerely, hoping to take away his pain. But all it did was add more fuel. He took his trembling hands and held her little ones, ''I tried to be my best so that she would be safe and happy, but I must have been late as she seems to have slipped through my hands.''

''I'm sorry to hear that, Yoosung.'' She didn't say anything more and just held his hands firmly. Her eyes showed she was afraid to say too much or say something that could be interpreted wrong by this young man who's experiencing his first heartbreak.

Yoosung was glad that she didn't inspect any further but also irritated as to why she didn't meddle in more. He felt she had distanced herself from him more each day since she got together with Jumin. His tired state didn't allow him to think in different perspectives, but only in one that was his.

He squeezed her hands to see if she's real. As he squeezed more, tightening his grip, he saw her wince. Although feeling hazy, he realized that it was no one else but them in the huge living room. Calling out her name, he felt the authority which he hadn't felt for long. And all to sudden an urge made its way up his spine, taking control of his nerves, making him move almost involuntary. She tried to back away but his grip was too tight that she could only feel a pain which was nothing near pleasurable.

Feeling more uncomfortable as Yoosung got near her face, she said sharply, ''Yoosung!'' but he wouldn't listen because the power was more superior than her pleads.

Yoosung shifted his hands up on her wrists and pulled them behind him making her lurch forward toward him. Now their noses were touching and breaths almost mixing. This time she didn't try to move away but instead stated firmly, ''Yoosung. I am not the one you're thinking about. Let me go right now.''

Oh, how wrong she was he chuckled as he wondered how can she mange to be this cute and innocent. That's exactly why he liked her. Her cute, innocent and pure image sent his heart ablaze. Somewhere along the way he fantasized about so many things he couldn't admit to her, because he imagined he would paint her himself, with action and not words.

Seeing how Yoosung was occupied in his world not listening to a word of hers, she was determined to headbutt him with all she had. She would've loved to use some judo moves she learnt from Jaehee, but seeing how she couldn't move her upper extremities, she only hoped the headbutt would wake him up from his illusion.

She moved her head to the side and inhaled sharply preparing to give him one last warning before her attack. As she was about to form her words, she felt cold lips pressed against her exposed collarbone. Yoosung gave that spot a wet kiss which caused her to gasp.

Enough is enough, under the influence or not, she got to put a stop to this. But before she could do anything, Yoosung loosened his grasp around her wrists.

She looked at him and saw his face contorted in confusion. ''Yoosung?'' she raises a question but Yoosung only brought a hand to his mouth and stands up trying to find something in panic. Making many guesses and Yoosung denying each one furiously, she finally guessed right. ''Are you perhaps sick?'' she raised her voice, ''Like… right now?!'' and then looked down at the untainted bright furniture that took her and Jumin 4 months to decide on.

Brushing off this thought she focused on Yoosung again, and saw him nod repeatedly. He entered a room which seemed like a bedroom. But he didn't have time to think much, he just needed the bathroom before he embarrassed himself even more. She showed him the way and wanted to follow in to help, but he refused. This was not the thing he wanted to show her.

The only one calm was the cat, who was relaxing on the soft surface before the night view. MC sat down next to Elizabeth 3rd. She looked at her wrists and started to think about all the events that occurred during the small period.

Touching her collarbone, she analyzed his words and actions. A thought managed to form in her mind,

What if the one he's talking about is… her?