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To my lovely readers,

I hope that every single one of you knows that I get e-mails whenever you follow or review. And being the dumby that I an I often check my email either at work or while I'm in class. It's your fault that I have scared every single customer that I have or that I've received weird looks from my teacher as I almost pass out. You have no idea how torturous it is to know that I have people wanting to read my updates and know that I am too busy to update it. So I ask you never to follow or review ever again. - that right there is reverse psychology. Please by all means keep reviewing because while it may seem that I have forgotten all about this story, I have not. So for everyone of you who have been driving this story, I LOVE YOU.

And I have to say, the next few chapters that I have written (by hand and still need to go through massive amounts of editing) are ridiculously exciting. I'm sorry for the long wait that you might all have to experience as I am not sure when I will be updating next. :( But here is the next chapter. I hope that you like it. I feel like I brought back my style of writing in these few scenes so hopefully you guys continue to read and review.

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"For goodness sakes, it's not a honeymoon!" Mi Yun facepalmed herself. "Why does everyone keep saying that?!"

"Fine, then. How exactly did this romantic getawaycome about? How long have you two been secretly planning this, hmm?" Chunsa teased.

"We didn't plan it."

"No? So one day he just randomly asked if you wanted to take a trip with him to San Francisco and you said 'Sure, why not? I have nothing better to do!'" Mi Yun nodded slowly conveying to her sister that that was reasonably accurate. Chunsa let out a laugh and reclined in her chair, "Now I'm intrigued." She raised her right eyebrow signaling for Mi Yun to start telling her story.

"Well, the group had just finished running through the third scene of the day and the Director decided to give us an early lunch break because we had been working for six hours straight. So like I always do, I ran backstage, put on my jacked, grabbed my essentials and headed toward the cafeteria."

"But then you ran into Ji Hoo-sunbae and he suggested that you run away into the sunset?" Chunsa interrupted.

"No! So I just entered the lobby when one of the male dancers, oh what was his name, it'll come to me, started a conversation. Nothing important, just the weather and dancing and then he asked me on a date..." Mi Yun trailed off.

"Did you tell him you were awaiting the prince doctor to sweep you off your feet to America to elope?" Mi Yun glared at her sister unamused. "Fine, go on."

"Then the next thing I know Ji Hoo came up and asked me if I wanted to go on vacation with him. And you know the rest," Mi Yun concluded as if it was nothing.

"Whow. Back up for a second. How does a male ballerina asking you out on a date lead to you in San Francisco with one of Korea's most eligible bachelors? I think you skipped a few things there."

Mi Yun sighed and began to elaborate on the last part. "So male ballerina asked, 'So are you busy tomorrow night' and I hesitated so he added, 'Because if you aren't there is a restaurant that I can show you' and I responded with an 'Excuse me' I guess he didn't think I understood what he was trying to do even though I did so he said 'Sorry, let me start from the beginning. Do you want to go on a date with me?' Before I could turn him down because one, I couldn't even remember his name and two, he had been talking to my breasts the whole time, Ji Hoo sunbae walks up, shakes his hand, introduces himself as the 'guy who owns this place' and 'who writes your paycheck' and 'has the power to fire you in a heartbeat', nicely pushes the other guy to the side and asks me, 'Mi Yun do you want to go on vacation with me?'"

Chunsa nodded reluctantly for Mi Yun to continue restraining herself from making any witty comments until her sister finished.

"But I wasn't sure if he was serious or if he was just being nice and telling the douchebag to back off so I just stayed quiet until he repeated the question, adding a 'right now' at the end. He began to look a little embarrassed so I explained that my hesitation had nothing to do with him because he's a great guy, he really is, but I had work, see, and he said 'I'm sure your boss' he meant himself, by the way, 'would understand' and I stated I wasn't packed and the next thing I knew he was dragging me around a mall buying me luggage and clothes.

"Chu...No. SO Ga Eul!" Jae Kyung squeezed her happily. "One down and two to go! Very soon we'll all be married!"

Jan Di and Ga Eul exchanged glances then looked down at Jae Kyung's ring finger, nothing the glistening diamond set on the shiny gold band.

"YOU'RE ENGAGED TOO?!" Jan Di yelled in surprise. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? WHO IS HE? TELL ME! WHY COULDN'T YOU CALL AND TELL ME? AND HOW THE HELL DID CHUNSA FIND YOU?" Jan Di looked over at Chunsa who simply shrugged. Jae Kyung laughed, placed her hands on Jan Di's shoulders, looked her in the eye and enigmatically stated, "I'll tell you later. But first, you have to introduce me to your friends." She used her hold on Jan Di's shoulders to move the bride aside. She smiled warmly and extended her hand to Mi Yun.

Mi Yun leaned back in the fluffiness of the white cloud she was sleeping in. She turned on her side to try to keep the light from her eyes. Failing to do so, she stretched her arms, sat up, and slowly opened her eyes. Ugh, I forgot I'm not home. It's so bright!

Pulling herself up from her comfy hotel bed, Mi Yun trudged slowly over to the shower. She pulled the silver shower handle, adjusted the water temperature, and released a sigh of pleasure as the water from above fell down on her bare shoulders, removing all the feelings of griminess she had previously felt. Once done with her shower, Mi Yun dried herself with one of the hotel's complementary towels and put the comfy robe back on.

Newly awakened, she walked toward Ji Hoo, who she realized had been forced to take the couch. Oops. I'll let him have the bed tonight, she thought as she entered the dining room. There she found Ji Hoo fully dressed in a suit and white doctor's robe, reading.

Ji Hoo acknowledged Mi Yun's presence with a quick nod but continued reading the piece of paper in front of him. "Sleep well?" Mi Yun felt for her necklace, but then recalled that she had taken it off before entering the shower and placed it on a hook. She noticed Ji Hoo looking at her so she smiled and nodded.

She looked at the table and noticed several plates of food from the night before. She felt her stomach rumble. That's right. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday's lunch. She watched Ji Hoo continue to sit, read, and drink his coffee for a little while before she walked over to the kitchen and began her search for a plate and some utensils. Once she realized that the cabinets were empty and the plates had been set for her the night before, she walked back and began transferring food from the large platters to her plate. She picked up her plate and brought it to the kitchen to microwave.

"What are you doing?" Ji Hoo asked after looking up.

Um. How do I explain this to him? Should I go get my necklace? No, I can handle this. She pointed to the microwave on the shelf. He didn't respond, so she turned her back to him and started pressing the buttons. She turned back and saw him leaning over to see what she had been pointing to.

Once he realized she was telling him she was warming up her food, he asked, "Why?" Mi Yun looked at him strangely. She pouted and rubbed her stomach to indicate that she was hungry. "But I ordered breakfast."

Ji Hoo struggled to understand the next part. She pointed at the food on the table and then in the drawer below. Mi Yun realized Ji Hoo couldn't see where she had been pointing and moved so he could see her full body. She pantomimed a cylindrical object with her hands and pressed down with her foot. When she did, she tilted one of her hands back and forth to demonstrate the object opening and closing. "Trash?" Mi Yun nodded and frowned as she threw her imaginary food into the imaginary trash can. "Oh. The food will go to waste." Mi Yun nodded. "I guess I'll cancel the breakfast order then," Ji Hoo affirmed as he reached for the phone. Mi Yun started nodding but stopped.

What if they already started cooking? Ji Hoo realized the same problem, but was not quite quick enough to think of a plan like Mi Yun did. She swiftly walked over to Ji Hoo and blocked him from picking up the phone by placing her hand over his. Once she got his attention, she pulled her hand away and started throwing her body in the air.

"Superman?" She shook her head and stopped. She paused for a second, picked up an imaginary platter, placed it on an imaginary cart and began pushing the cart around the dining table. She stopped in front of Ji Hoo and gestured pushing the button to call the elevator. She crossed her arms and tapped her feet as she looked up and tilted her head to the tempo of the terrible imaginary elevator music. When the door opened, she continued to push the cart around the table again, this time stopping in front of the doorway to the bedroom. She pressed an imaginary doorbell on the door frame then quickly rushed around to the other door.

Ji Hoo watched in amusement and slight confusion as Mi Yun opened the door from the bedroom side with the blanket over her head and gasped at the food. She put her hands up and shook her head and hands from side to side as if to say "No, no. That's not mine." Mi Yun rapidly ran to the dining room side and flicked her wrists in a giving fashion. She then shook her head and pointed to Ji Hoo. Mi Yun then quickly ran back to the bedroom and placed her hand on her chest as if to show her gratitude, then held the door open for the caterer. She concluded by running back a final time and pushing the cart into the room. She walked back into the dining room to check if Ji Hoo comprehended anything.

"So you want me to tell the caterer to deliver the food meant for us to the hotel's resident ghost?" Mi Yun hung her head in exasperation. Not until she heard Ji Hoo instruct the room service to do what she had suggested did she realize he had completely understood. "Yes, deliver our breakfast food to the family." Once he hung up, he looked up at her and stated, "Fine, but tomorrow we're having pancakes. Arasso?" Mi Yun grinned.

She reheated her food and smiled to herself as she watched Ji Hoo begin plating the food he wanted to eat. She sat down at the far end of the table and waited for him to finish warming up his food and sit down. Once they were both seated, they began eating in silence; only the gentle sound of their forks hitting their plates could be heard. Well, this is slightly awkward. I've never sat at a meal this quiet since… ever. She began eating slower to give him more time to start a conversation.

To her dismay, he remained quiet until the very end when he stood up and placed his plate in the sink. "I'm going now. See you in a little bit." With that he left, leaving a very disappointed and slightly hurt Mi Yun. She finished the rest of her plate fairly quickly since she wasn't chewing as slowly. She picked up her plate and utensils and took them to the sink, where she proceeded to wash, dry, and sort them.

Bored. So bored. Mi Yun walked around the room searching for things to keep her occupied. After fixing the bed, hanging up her towels and placing her clothes in the provided drawers, she went online and searched, "Places to volunteer in San Francisco". Aha! She quickly changed clothes, grabbed her necklace and purse (with cell, wallet, etc.) and set off for the San Francisco Food Bank.

"Business meetings, particularly ones where the room is filled with trained, armed men, require following a certain formula to get the best result. It's like a molten lava cake – take the cake out too early and the whole cake falls apart, leaving you with a mess; leave it in too long and the chocolatey inside will harden. Similarly, a failed business meeting with a powerful employee of the mafia could result in destruction. Be eager to talk about that one detail you want to know about and you insult the man; prolong the discussion by discussing unnecessary topics and the employee begins to think you're a weak leader who doesn't know how to prioritize, thus leading them to overthrow you – like that cake you then have a terrible center.

Woo Bin took a deep breath as he remembered his father's teachings. "And you do not want a terrible center, Woo Bin. Our company will not tolerate a terrible center. Unless you know how to properly time meetings, you will fail. Our company, our family, DOES NOT TOLERATE FAILURE," his father emphasized by yelling in his face. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Woo Bin held his father's stare, knowing that it was a test. After years of "disciplinary" beatings, he was finally conditioned to look away at the right time. His father nodded in approval. "Now that we have taught you the most important part, let's return to the basics."

"Prince Song, they've arrived," the new scrawny secretary announced.

"Let them in." The newbie nodded to the guards at the door to open the pieces of wood that separated them from the group of muscular, armed men. These men were dressed in leather jackets and had similar solemn expressions on their faces.

"1) Stand up and bow when they do. Not too low. You are their boss, after all. They work for you." The men bowed at the hip simultaneously then moved to the side to reveal a man slightly better dressed in the center of the group. Woo Bin bowed his head slowly.

"2) Address them with only their name and a handshake. No hugs. No smile. Name. Handshake." Woo Bin met the man's gaze and met the man's calloused hand with his own. "Mr. Chung."

"Prince Song."

"3) Tell them to sit. Count to four before you sit to assert your authority." Woo Bin pulled his hand away and indicated toward the chair. "Please sit." Mr. Chung nodded and sat. 1…2…3…4. Woo Bin sat down.

"4) Give them a few seconds to look you over. They need to be reminded that you're better than them. At the same time look them over." Woo Bin saw Mr. Chung's eyes move around the room giving him a chance to study Mr. Chung. He was a scruffy, rugged looking man, not bad looking in is younger days but would be better with the ladies if his face wasn't covered in deep scars. Oh shit.

"5) Don't look at their scars." Woo Bin felt himself catch a breath. He didn't notice me looking, right?

"6) Once they're done they will clear their throat. When they do, nod at them. Then let the compliments begin."

"Congratulations on being given the responsibility of running the entire Korean sector. I feel very confident that the company is in good hands."

"Well, I thank you for the compliment, but it is because of people like yourself who serve our family so loyally that this company has become what it is."

"But soldiers would be lost if not for a great leader such as you to guide them."

"You would know about good leaders, wouldn't you Mr. Chung, since you yourself possess great leadership skills."

"7) Don't overdo it. After complimenting them upfront, show them that you appreciate them. Bribe them. But make sure you can tie it back to the info you need."

"Secretary Shi," Woo Bin called over the scrawny new secretary who looked up and stood awaiting his command. "Take Mr. Chung's secretary outside and find a date that both of us are available so I can throw him a party for…"

"32) Don't discuss details with new people around in front of veterans. They have yet to show their loyalty. It is a big insult to those who have served you for a while that you are giving the new people the same information."

Woo Bin paused and nodded toward the secretaries. Mr. Chung must also have known rule number 32 because he waited until Secretary Shi and his secretary had left the room to ask for more information.

"A party, Prince Song?"

"Yes. With the best alcohol money can buy and the most beautiful women. We need to celebrate." This explanation was received warmly by Mr. Chung.

"To celebrate?"

"Yes, to celebrate you putting an end to the revolt. Oh, I know, I know you haven't completely put an end to it quite yet but you will very soon, I am sure." Mr. Chung nodded, "So what I need today is an update. Just procedure, formalities, you know."

"Of course, duty number 25." Mr. Chung began by describing the problem and the main people involved. They believed that the leaders came from a restless Chinese gang who were unsatisfied being bossed around by the Il Sim regime. They couldn't get much foothold in China, but they developed a bigger following when they moved to Korea after merging with Korean partners. "But they underestimate me. Their puny revolt is nothing I can't handle."

"And that is why a party is being thrown in your honor. In fact," Woo Bin stood up and called for Secretary Shi, "If you aren't too busy, why don't we throw you a pre-party. Secretary Shi, please lead Mr. Chung and his men to our main entertainment floor," Woo Bin instructed on the intercom.

Mr. Chung looked at Woo Bin gratefully, bowed, and shook his hand. "Thank you for your time, Prince Song. I promise we will find the men and discipline them appropriately." Despite all his years of training to hide any sort of reaction, the idea of "disciplining" people (a.k.a. torturing them before killing them) caused Woo Bin to frown for a second. Mr. Chung, who was keen on reading reactions, noticed this immediately but did not react. Instead he added, "I will make sure to update you on any new findings."

His sense of discomfort was only evident for a mere second and Mr. Chung did not show any sign of distress from a slight frown that Woo Bin carried on as he was taught. He nodded slowly, showing a hint of a smile,added an "of course" and motioned for all the men to exit.

Once Woo Bin led them to the door Woo Bin flopped down in the office's leather couch. "Properly disciplined," he repeated as he looked at the ceiling. "Fuck."

"Miss Chunsa?" Eun Hee called out as she walked around the estate for the heiress. She had just finished searching the entire pool house but found no sign of her mistress.

For security purposes, the house rules state that no one working outside the household was allowed to move any further into the house than the lobby. This meant that any postal delivery-type people had to stand around waiting for further clearance to move their deliveries. Normally, Butler Kang, one of the most trusted members of the staff, could sign for the packages, but when the large heavy bolts of fabrics were delivered, the manual specified that Chunsa preferred to check that everything was up to spec before the shipment guy left. That way, there was no "waste of energy", as the manual put it, in transporting the items through the main house, to the pool house and then back the same way if the items were incorrect. This also meant that Eun Hee, who was hired to replace Chunsa's newly promoted maid, got the lovely task of searching for Chunsa.

Eun Hee stood at the far end of the pool and called out again, "Miss Chunsa?" Not receiving any response, she looked to see if she could see any sign of movement in the water.

"You called?" Eun Hee jumped back, completely startled as Chunsa appeared in the water right in front of her. Chunsa couldn't help but laugh at the way the maid changed from startled white to flushed pink.

"What did you need me for?" Chunsa's question gave the maid time to catch her breath.

"Well, ma'am, your packages have arrived," Eun Hee said as politely as she could.

"And you signed for them?"

"No…I…thought…"

"You didn't sign for them and you interrupted my time of relaxation. Do you expect me to just get out of the water and sign for them?" There it was. What she was afraid of: getting fired after her first task. Her mother had warned her that the rich were unfeeling and cruel.

"Um…I…"

"No. No." Chunsa said firmly, looking up seriously at the quivering maid with a look of irritation on her face. "Here I am trying to take a break from the horrible life I'm living and you come here and tell me my packages have arrived. Now answer my question. Do you expect me to just get out of the water and sign for my packages?"

"Well…" Eun Hee felt, her face get hot, "The manual..." Chunsa raised her eyebrows. "Yes."

"Okay then!" Chunsa's entire facial expression changed into a bright smile. It changed so rapidly that the maid was left confused. Chunsa pulled herself out of the water laughing. "You must be new," the heiress grinned. "Eun Hee, right?"

"Um, yes."

"Um is a sign of being unsure. Yes, in this context, means your name is Eun Hee. Are you unsure that your name is Eun Hee?"

"Yes. I mean, no."

The rate at which Chunsa spoke increased, "Because if you are unsure your name is Eun Hee, the name of the newest maid, then you must be a spy! Are you a spy?" Chunsa stepped closely to Eun Hee and looked directly into her face.

"Are you on drugs?" Eun Hee blurted out, then covered her mouth apologetically. Ooh, she is going to get fired. Again, she was surprised when Chunsa smiled and gave her a hug.

"Oooh, we're going to be great friends!" Chunsa pulled away, leaving wet imprints where their bodies made contact. "Now to get those packages…" Chunsa moved away and began walking up the stairs to the main house.

Eun Hee looked up at her mistress who was running up the stairs, dripping wet in her black bikini.

"Well, are you coming or not?" Chunsa yelled down, waiting for Eun Hee to catch up.

"You're going to sign for packages like that?" Chunsa shrugged. "At least take a towel!" In the moment, Eun Hee almost forgot to add "Miss" at the end of the sentence. She grabbed a towel from the nearby lounge chair and carefully ran up the stairs.

"I don't know though. I might want to look sexy for the delivery man. Is he hot?"

"No, Miss, he's fat and ugly." Eun Hee commented as she handed Chunsa the towel.

"Ugh. Don't do that." Chunsa finished wrapping the towel around her body and began walking up the stairs. "Call me Miss, I mean. Hea Woo never did. How is Hea Woo anyway? Good? Do you talk to her much? Probably not, huh, because she cleans up in the other side of the house. Well, if you see her, ask her if her kid still plays that violin that Mi Yun gave her."

"I'll make sure to do that, Miss Chunsa."

"No. Please no. I hate being called Miss Chunsa. If you're going to add anything in the end, add "Unnie" other than that, don't add anything. I mean "Miss" makes me feel like I'm older than you by 50 years. I mean we can't be much more than 7-8 years apart? What? You're still in high school then?"

Eun Hee never felt more comfortable talking to someone at work, especially not her boss, like she felt talking to Chunsa. In the brief five minute walk to the lobby, she managed to tell Chunsa that she was saving up to attend medical school.

"Wow, that's ambitious. Good for you! So did you look for any internship…" Chunsa trailed off before they entered the lobby. "You know what, Eun Hee, we'll have to finish this conversation later, okay. Come by the house again when you're free from duties."

Chunsa's face was now raised and glaring. Gone was her welcoming, friendly persona and up was a hard cold wall. And Eun Hee realized why.

There was a man with slicked black hair and a black suit in the lobby who was yelling at the two delivery men. "I don't care,you pathetic piece of shits. This CRAP is taking up space in the lobby. If you were working for ME, I would fire you this minute."

"Well then, it's a good thing they're not working for you," Chunsa stepped forward. The man, who Eun Hee assumed was Han Chung-Ho, the heir to the Han hotel chain, glared back at his sister. "Mr. Guk and Mr. Bang, it's nice to see you again. I'm sorry for making you wait and suffer any other inconveniences." She turned to glare at her brother for a second before continuing. "As I'm sure you have a lot more to deliver, I won't have you wait while I do my regular inspection. If you will, please follow my maid to my house. Thank you again."

The two men bowed and each picked up several rolls of fabric and began following Eun Hee.

Once the two siblings were alone, Chung-Ho asked, "What in the world are you doing with this fabric? Don't tell me that you're still on that designing kick. I thought that you would have gotten over that by now." Chunsa remained quiet but kept her eyes on her brother. "I mean it's cute that you're trying to be world renowned and all, but let's face it - what you do doesn't take talent. Little kids in China can do it too," Chung-Ho continued to talk smugly.

"And I'm sure that being a freelance designer must take such a toll. You must be so tired from all that physical labor that you forget that towels went out of style centuries ago," Chung Ho laughed at his own joke.

Chunsa yawned in response "Are you done hearing yourself talk yet?"

"Unless," Chung-Ho stepped forward and looked past Chunsa towards the pool house. "You're trying to get some male attention by dressing like a whore." Chunsa did no more than raise her eyebrows but her brother ran with it. "That's it! You were trying to seduce those guys huh, dongseng? Well, isn't that just sad and disgusting. You have to practically throw yourself at every guy for them to even notice you. Kinda like how you had to throw yourself at… What's his name? You know, the one grandma and grandpa set you up with?"

"I didn't throw myself at him."

"Yes, you did. You tried to talk to him, laugh with him, and dance with him and what happened?" Chung-Ho's voice grew louder and empowering as he began attacking Chunsa harder. "You get thrown aside for your cousin!"

Chunsa felt herself boiling with anger but remained cool, "And the fact that he just wanted sex…"

"And every man you ever fall for will, dongseng. You will never meet a man who won't just want the carnage and pleasure. No man will be willing to just be with you for the joy of talking to you. So why not give up now?"

"Give up what?"

"Give up and call grandma and grandpa and tell them you don't want to wait two years to be assigned a husband. At least then you won't feel any pain from rejection or being forgotten and replaced by someone else. At least then you won't want to cry at night when you find out he's sleeping with other women," Chung-Ho taunted, smirking at his sister. "Give up now and realize that it's better to marry someone with money than find out you've made the biggest mistake of your life by believing that love is more than lust with a bouquet of roses."

Chung Ho had thrown every sharpened knife in his bag of weapons and was just waiting to see Chunsa bleed out. He stood there in silence just waiting for the first drop.

When Chunsa spoke, her voice was calm, unquivering, unemotional, "It's touching that you're so concerned about my emotional state, but as I'm not interested in anyone at the moment, your rant is irrelevant. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a thread count to verify." She turned around and walked away from her smirking brother.

Ji Hoo sat at the table, taking one small bite after another while discretely taking small glances at Mi Yun. It was yet another quiet meal and the small glances assured him that Mi Yun had not gotten up and left. He turned his head to sneak another glance but was met with Mi Yun's own gaze, which she held until he decided to look away.

Ji Hoo kept his head down, keen on staring at his food for the rest of the meal. He heard Mi Yun pick up her plate and expected her to place her dishes in the sink like he did during breakfast.

Was this to be our only form of contact? Eating in awkward silence across from each other then leaving without a word? Did I really spend hours debating with the Director on the phone that Mi Yun will be practicing on her own while she was away JUST to eat with her?

As if she read his mind, Mi Yun placed her plate at the seat next to him and sat down. Ji Hoo looked up at her. She shrugged her eyebrows, smiled and placed another bite in her mouth. Noticing that he was still watching her, Mi Yun took her necklace off and placed it on the table next to her plate. She slid the necklace toward him so he could read what she had written.

"How was your day?" Ji Hoo smiled inwardly and looked at Mi Yun as she continued eating.

"It was good."

Mi Yun placed her utensils down and quickly responded, "If that's all you have to say, this conversation is going to die in 10…9…"

"Well there really isn't much to say. I just met a few international doctors and listened to a speaker on new safety procedures…nothing too interesting." Mi Yun nodded but pursed her lips, unsatisfied by his response. "What did you do today?" Mi Yun's eyes lit up in delight that Ji Hoo was maintaining the conversation.

"It was really fun! Extremely intense though. I'm just slightly sore from placing the cans in the boxes. I guess I need to build up muscles in my arms. But the assembly line was really fun. I'll probably go back if I have the chance."

"Assembly line?" Ji Hoo questioned, "Like in a factory?" Mi Yun nodded, then quickly shook her head when she saw the concerned look on Ji Hoo's face.

"No, I didn't get a job at the factory, silly. I was helping assemble boxes of food that would be distributed to senior citizens at the SF Food Bank." Ji Hoo's face didn't change after being given the explanation. "Something wrong?"

"Ani, nothing's wrong just…"

"There has to be something wrong. Your face is all scrunched up and you're frowning," Mi Yun quickly responded.

Ji Hoo placed his utensils down and clasped his hands together on the table. "Just... I don't know. I expected you to go sightseeing or shopping. I never thought you'd go to the Food Bank. You weren't supposed to go there…"

Mi Yun pouted and furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion, "I'm sorry. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to do certain activities. I just don't think buying clothes I don't need is a good use of my time."

Ji Hoo tried to uplift Mi Yun's crestfallen expression with a smile of his own, "It's not that you're not allowed… it's just… you're on vacation. You really shouldn't be working.

"Then why are you?" He stared into her large blue eyes, not sure of what to say. He licked his lips and tried opening his mouth a few times, hoping that the words would just come out, but to no avail.

"Fine then. New question for you. Why are we here?" Ji Hoo still couldn't speak but Mi Yun continued. "I know you didn't just drop everything to listen to some doctors speak about new surgery knives or new sedation methods. So why are we here?" Ji Hoo turned his head to avoid Mi Yun's interrogative looks but failed when his head instinctively turned in her direction when she grabbed his hand. Once he looked into her eyes, he was unable to look away. True, her eyes were beautiful to begin with, but now they were begging him for an answer.

"I just…needed to leave." He felt Mi Yun's hand leave his in search of her notepad necklace, but he placed his hand on top of hers before she could even pick up the pen. "I just needed to get out of there. You'd think that a week after the wedding that the media would find something better to talk about..." There it was. The reason that he couldn't even admit to himself and he was openly telling Mi Yun. As he uttered those words, he felt his chest lighten up like someone had removed the iron casts around his lungs.

"I am so happy for Jun Pyo and Jan Di. I truly am. I didn't think I would be this happy for them, really. But then I realized I'm happy and I start to wonder why. I really should hate them both. I want to hate them, but I can't. I was there every time Jun Pyo broke Jan Di's heart. I was her firefighter – I came whenever she needed me to put out a fire. And she picked him. What kind of stupid logic is that? Then I realize that I'm even more stupid because I don't find it stupid. I understand them and I'm HAPPY. I find myself reading articles and looking through pictures that the media puts out just to fuel my hatred, but I only grow more and more happy. Am I sick or something?" Mi Yun shook her head furiously. "I mean, I must be some sort of sadist for feeling happy about this, right? And ironically I'm a doctor so I should be able to tell if there was something wrong with me, right?" Ji Hoo let out a small laugh. Mi Yun, who was growing more concerned, squeezed Ji Hoo's hand. "I needed to leave because I was getting obsessed." Ji Hoo felt his heart leap when he saw Mi Yun smile at him supportively but was disappointed when she tried to pull her hand away. When she reached for the pen, he grabbed her hand again, this time holding onto it tighter.

"So why did I bring you?" Mi Yun's eyes grew wide. He already knew what she was going to ask, "I said that I needed to leave because I was beginning to become obsessed with them. I brought you because I would rather be obsessed with you. I'd rather spend the time I use reading stupid magazines talking to you, walking with you in the park, listening to you play the piano, taking you out to dinner. I know it's rather selfish, but Mi Yun, I need you to be my obsession, my distraction from the rest of the world."

Mi Yun bit the bottom of her lip and smiled brightly at him, hoping that her dazzling smile would draw his attention away from her completely flushed face.

"And I'm sorry that I selfishly dragged you away from your life, but I just needed you…" Ji Hoo trailed off when Mi Yun abruptly stood up, knocking over her chair and removing her hands from his for a minute so she could put on her necklace. She proceeded to the other room, disappearing long enough for Ji Hoo to think that he had offended her. When he heard shuffling from the other room, he imagined that she had packed her bags and decided to leave him and his manipulative intentions.

When Mi Yun reappeared, she had her purse around her shoulder. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She walked him to the door where they both threw on a coat to protect them from the cold San Francisco night. Ji Hoo switched off the lights and followed her down the hallway into the elevator before he asked, "Where are we going?"

Mi Yun ripped the top page of her notepad off, revealing a response already written beforehand. "Some place distracting."

A/N: Hi! It's the end of the the chapter. I know. It came too soon. I wish that it would keep going. But don't worry there's more... in the next chapter. As I am unsure of when that chapter is going to be uploaded I thought that I should probably leave you with some things to think about: 1) Why did I bring Jae Kyung back? 2) Why did I send Mi Yun and Ji Hoo to America? 3) Why did I have a whole section for Woo Bin's mafia conference? 4)Why did I bring Chung-Ho back? WHAT AMMM I PLANNINGGGG? o.o

Keep reading and you'll find out. Love you all. Until next time.

- Questing for answers xoxo