Chapter Four
Moving On

"Please…tell me…I'm still drunk right now," she begged as she heard her mother's footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Yoona? Is that you, dear?" her mother's voice asked innocently.

"Please tell me I'm hallucinating right now," Yoona begged again.

"About what?" her mother questioned as she appeared next to the man Yoona was staring at and put her hand on his shoulder. "You forgot your tie, hun," she smiled kindly as she draped the tie over his head and continued to knot it for him.

Yoona's face turned bright red from anger and embarrassment. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"What ever do you mean? I swear, you're starting to sound crazy," her mother insisted.

"When I said find a way to move on I didn't mean to move on to my mother!" Yoona yelled, glaring right at Woobin who still stood frozen in his tracks. "And you!" she turned her gaze to her mother "It's bad enough that you and dad can't be faithful to one another, but why'd you have to drag him into this? He's half your age!"

"He doesn't seem to mind," her mom shrugged.

"But up until yesterday he was going to be your son-in-law," Yoona pointed out in frustration.

"And now he's not, it seemed like such a waste," her mother shrugged again. "Come on, Oppa, I'll make you some hangover soup," she instructed as she took Woobin by the hand and guided him the rest of the way down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

Yoona held back a gag at her mother calling a man half her age oppa as the couple brushed past her.

"Agassi," Yeong Gyuun, the family butler, greeted, coming around the corner, "did you just get home?"

"Unfortunately," Yoona nodded as she finally pulled the ornaments out of her hair and shook it free in frustration.

"I take it you've seen your mother and Woobin-ssi," Gyuun cringed.

"Yeah, a little warning would have been appreciated on that one," Yoona nodded. "I'm not nearly drunk or hung over enough to deal with this right now."

With a sigh, Yoona bent down, grabbed her purse off of the ground and headed upstairs to her room. She just wanted to get the image of those two out of her head but she couldn't shake it. She changed into a pair of black hip-hop pants and had "DANCE" written on the outside of the left leg in pink. She pulled on a pink tank that barely reached her pants when she stood still. She grabbed her ipod as she headed for the dance studio which just happened to be located directly above the kitchen. Inside, she found her array of dance shoes. She slipped into her low-top sneakers, plugged her ipod into the speakers and turned up the music until she couldn't hear herself think anymore.

In the kitchen, Woobin sat at the bar and watched Cheon Miji prepare some hang over soup. He heard Yoona storm up the stairs, her footsteps heavy from anger. Upstairs, her door slammed and everything went quiet for a whi.e

"Gyuun," Miji called out.

"Yes, Miji-ssi?" Gyuun answered as he came into the kitchen, referring to herself by her preferred name rather than her proper title.

"What is wrong with Yoona?" the woman asked, sounding clueless to the horror she had just exposed her child to.

"I haven't the faintest," Gyuun played along.

More door slamming came from upstairs as Yoona transferred rooms. Woobin followed her movement on the ceiling with his eyes. He had to hold back a chuckle as another door slammed right above them. He knew what was coming next as the music came on and swiftly turned up so loud that they couldn't even hold a conversation in the kitchen through the noice.

"Gyuun, go tell her to turn that racket down!" Miji instructed as she covered her ears.

Woobin held his hands up to stop him before getting up and heading for the stairs himself. This was all so amusing for him. He made it to the door of the dance studio and quietly pushed it open just enough so that he could watch her. Even with how frustrated he knew she was, he couldn't believe how gracefully she moved, falling perfectly in the pocket of the music. He just watched her with a smile on his face. When he was satisfied, he pulled the door closed again and headed back to the kitchen.

Miji gave him a questioning look but shrugged it off as he just smiled and returned to his seat. The house went silent a moment later and Yoona's footsteps on the ceiling headed for the stairs. She entered the kitchen wearing a black mid-drift zip up hoodie.

"Would you like some soup, dear?" Miji offered as she ladled out a bowl for Woobin.

Yoona shot a glare between the two before walking over to the cupboard and grabbing a plastic bag that contained a couple bottles of soju. Then, she made a hasty exit, pulling her hood up in the process.

Woobin filled a glass with some soup and followed after her quickly. He found her sitting on a bench to the side of the house. Her first bottle of soju already opened and half gone.

"What are you doing?" Woobin questioned as he pulled the bottle out of her hand and exchanged it with the glass of soup. "Drink."

"Go to hell," she replied as she shoved the soup back into his hand and reached for another bottle.

Woobin grabbed the bag before she could get into it. "This isn't healthy," he insisted, offering her the soup again.

"Yeah, well, neither is remembering what I saw in there," Yoona argued.

"You don't know what you saw," Woobin laughed.

"I don't want to know," Yoona insisted.

"Listen…"

"No, you listen," Yoon stopped him as she stood up to meet him eye to eye. "If you have any hopes of ever even being friends again you will stay away from my mother."

"Whoa. Someone's…"

"Don't say another word. Just get the hell out," Yoona ordered as she took her half bottle of soju back. "You can keep the others," she stated before she walked past him, ramming his shoulder in the process so that the hangover soup spilt all over him.

Woobin laughed to himself as he brushed off his suit. "That could have gone better," he muttered to himself as he shook his head. His pocket started vibrating so his fished out his phone. The caller ID read Joonpyo. "Hello?" he answered as he put the phone to his ear and started heading for the street.

"Hey, were all getting together at my place," Joonpyo announced with pride. "We can't wait to hear about your night."

Woobin could hear Jihoo and Jandi in the background. "By how calm Jandi is, I'm guessing Yijung hasn't arrived yet," he observed.

"What's the supposed to mean?" Jandi demanded.

"I'm on speaker?" Woobin asked face palming himself.

"Yep, sure are. What did Yijung do now?" Jandi demanded again.

Woobin took a deep breath to answer but paused as he heard a door open on the other end of the line.

"Nevermind…" Jandi growled and the line went dead.

Woobin cringed at the thought of the scolding and possible beating Yijung must be enduring at the moment. He flagged down a taxi and headed for the mansion of the Shinhwa group leaders.

Yoona went back inside and placed the half empty soju bottle on the counter. Her mother looked at her with an innocent smile on her face as Gyuun washed the dishes from the soup.

"Did you have a nice walk, dear?" Miji asked.

Yoona sighed in disappointment. She tapped the bar twice, unable to bring himself to say anything. Then, she turned to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Miji asked with a pout on her face.

"I don't know, Eomma," Yoona admitted, turning back to face her from the kitchen entrance. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

"You don't have to do anything…"

"Just stop," Yoona begged. "I can't handle this anymore. It was hard enough when you were going through random strangers. But Woobin…how could you? Out of all of the men out there, why'd you have to choose him?"

"He's sexy," her mom shrugged.

"He was my friend!" Yoona scowled. "But then, I guess, that wouldn't mean anything to you, now would it?"

"That's a little rude," Miji complained.

"I can't do this anymore," Yoona decided as she turned and headed upstairs.

"Now, what's that supposed to mean?" her mother asked as she followed her.

Yoona got to her room and started stuffing a few of her casual outfits into a bag.

"What are you doing?" Miji asked.

"I need some space," Yoona answered as she pulled her bag on. "I can't look at you. I can't breathe in this house."

Miji froze as her daughter brushed past her and headed for the door.

"Gyuun!" Miji shrieked as she chased after her.

"Yes, Miji-ssi," Gyuun answered, meeting her at the bottom of the stairs. By now, Yoona had already exited the house.

"Go after her," Miji ordered. "She says she needs some space. I can't let her be alone right now" Miji begged.

"Of course," Gyuun bowed before heading out the door after Yoona.

When Woobin arrived at the mansion, Butler Lee greeted him and lead him to the room where everyone else had gathered. As they approached the door, Woobin could hear Jandi still scolding Yijung and Gaeul while they tried to verbally defend their choices and Joonpyo begged her to stop fighting. Butler Lee opened the door and the focus shifted to Woobin.

"Seonbae, how could you let him take off with her alone?" Jandi instantly turned her fury on him.

"Hey, I was too hammered to do anything," Woobin put up his hands in defense. "Besides, I was a little preoccupied."

Yijung looked relieved as the energy in the room completely shifted to excitement from the boys and concern from the girls. "So, who was this better fish?" he asked as the F4 gathered.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Woobin insisted. His phone started to vibrate again so he hinted that he would get back to the conversation in a moment. "Hello?" he answered, a smile instantly appearing on his face.

The F4 boys nudged each other, instantly knowing this must be the mystery girl.

"Yoona left the house," Miji got straight to the point, concern in her voice.

"Alone?" Woobin clarified, the smile vanishing.

"Of course not, I sent Gyuun with her," Miji replied. "I didn't get the chance to tell her, did you?"

"No, she kicked me out before I had the chance to explain," Woobin answered, instantly regretting this whole thing, "not that she would have believed me if I had tried."

"What are we going to do, Woobin-ssi?" Miji whined.

"Don't worry, Miji-ssi, Gyuun isn't going to let anything happen to her, she's in good hands," Woobin sighed. He shifted to turn his back to the disappointed, shocked, and disgusted faces that now filled the room. "I'll see what I can do."

"But…"

Woobin hung up the phone.

"Her mother!" Jandi scolded, her energy from before renewed.

"That's sick, man," Joonpyo crinkled his nose at the thought.

"What's sick?" Ha Jaekyung asked as she entered the room.

"Eonni, you're back," Jandi greeted as the woman walked over to Jihoo.

"Welcome back, Jaekyung," Jihoo greeted as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

"What's going on around here? There's so much negative energy," Jaekyung observed.

"This sicko just spent the night with Yoona's mother because Yoona dumped him," Jandi filled her in, disgust on her face.

Jaekyung added her own look of disappointment to the group.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Woobin countered. "I did not sleep with anyone," he insisted.

"Then what was that just now?" Yijung demanded.

"I met up with Miji at the club while you and Gaeul were dancing and we came up with a plan to try to get Yoona to realize how she really feels," Woobin explained. "I did go back to her place, but we just slept, nothing else happened."

"So, did the plan work?" Joonpyo asked.

"Before we could get anywhere, Yoona got so angry we couldn't go through with it. When I tried to explain it to her, she kicked me out before I could say anything. And according to Miji, she ran away from home before she could try."

"So, what are you going to do?" Jaekyung asked.

"Gyuun is with her, so for now I think we just need to give her some space. I'll have some of my guys keep an eye on her from a distance," Woobin explained as he punched out a text to his supporters. "Anything else we try at this point will just push her farther over the edge."