Chapter 3

                Two weeks later…

                Dionne was at work, buzzing about her office. Her phone started to ring, and she rushed to it.

                "Hello?"

                "Mrs. Doo-San, Mr. Doo-San on line 1,"

                Dionne tapped her pumps against her carpet floor, and sighed; pressing the speaker button, "Put him through," she said softly, rushing to put a few files away.

                The phone beeped, and she heard her husband's voice on the receiver, "Di?"

                She didn't quite know how to respond to his cool tone, "Hello, Hwoarang," she said in a firm, icy tone.

                "Di, please. I'm trying to say something here,"

                She sat on her chair, and crossed her legs, "Then say it,"

                "I'm sorry,"

                Two of the most simple words, and Dionne felt her body quivering. She didn't expect it. Was that truly the voice of her husband or the voice of the empty parasite of hope?

                "Excuse me, I didn't catch that…my attendant slammed something a bit too loud…"

                "I'm sorry, Di,"

                She was silent for a while, feeling joy and panic at the same time, "What? Why?"

                "I don't want to talk about this now. Meet me for dinner?"

                She swallowed, "Alright," she said, regretting it, though after he hung up.

                Fay swallowed her pill, feeling much better. It was just a light stomach attack. It was an after effect of her miscarriage. Luckily, things were much more stable. She headed to the kitchen counter, and started cutting lettuce for the salad. Lee walked into the kitchen, "Don't touch anything…" he told her, "I'm taking you out for dinner,"

                She smiled weakly. "Great," she spoke, "Lee, pass me my pills,"

                He took the box from the table and was about to hand it to her when he looked at it, "Fay…. how many have you taken till now?"

                She looked confused, "Uh two or maybe three…"

                Lee looked alarmed, "You're supposed to take one each day," he told her, "Just one,"

                She shook her head, "Not those, the other ones," she said.

 He sighed in relief.

                "You're going to give this old man a heartattack one day,"

                She chuckled, "So where to for dinner?"

                "Sea food?"

                She crinkled her nose.

                "Alright, alright. Thai,"

                She nodded, "There we go," smiling, and heading upstairs to dress.

                Kayin typed up a few more files. He sighed, putting another in his file. He just fired another PR. Adam's secretary was helpful, but she was a bitch. He sighed, and looked for Fay's information on his computer. Kyle walked in.

                "Adam's waiting," he said, folding his arms.

                Kayin looked up, ignoring his brother, and then resumed his looking.

                Kyle rolled his eyes, "I'll tell him you'll be there," he said, leaving.

                Jin headed to Lee's.

                "Hey, how's Fay?"

                "She's fine, I'm taking her out now,"

                Jin looked alarmed.

                "What?"

                "Father needs you at the office now. Remember?"

                "But I cancelled!"

                Jin shrugged, "He didn't tell me that,"

                Fay came downstairs in cute denim shorts and spaghetti strapped tank top. She wore wrapping sandals, and her hair was in a cute ponytail, 'Hey Jin!" she greeted, hugging him. He forced a smile.

                "What's wrong?" she asked, seeing the look on both of their faces.

                Lee sighed, "I need to go," he said.

                "Go?"

                "Misunderstanding," Lee muttered.

                Fay kept quiet.

                 "Hwoarang, what did you want? I thought you made it clear enough that day that you wanted nothing more to do with me," Dionne said softly, blowing at her expresso.

                He sighed, "It's not the same without you…"

                "So you miss arguing?"

                He shook his head, "No, I…I miss you," he said lowly.

                Dionne looked at him, "I thought you hated me,"

                He sighed, "I thought I did too…I can't keep running from the truth,"

                "The truth?"

                He hesitated, but then he took her hand, "I…"

                She looked at him patiently, moving her chair closer.

                "I need you," he spoke lowly.

                Tears welled up in her eyes.

                He looked around the café, "Can we go somewhere else?"

                "Like…?" her voice filled with tears.

                "Home?"

                An Hour Later.

                Fay sat quietly on the sofa her shoulders slumped. She was feeling bad, first of all Lee had run to the office and she was getting her headache and cramps again. She groaned, and phoned the hospital.

                The doorbell rang, and Dionne swore. Hwoarang rolled his eyes, yawning, "Please tell me you're not getting that?"

                Dionne shrugged, "Hey, I've waited months, and you can at least wait a few minutes," she teased, heading to the door. She opened it, greatly deploring her decision. Kyle stood there, a rose in his hand.

                "No you don't," Dionne said before he could say anything, "Hwoarang is here, and we're talking. Things are doing great, and the last thing I need is the ex coming around,"

                Kyle was taken back, "The ex?"

                Hwoarang came to the door in a white wife-beater and black jeans, "Mitchell, is there a problem here?"

                "Yeah, there is. All of a sudden, you're ready to take her back, and you expect her to be loving and sweet all over again?"

                He glared.

                "That's none of your business, Kyle. It's our decision,"

                "Not a wise one," he muttered, leaving.

                Dionne slammed the door, and rested her head against it. Hwoarang put his hands on her shoulder.

                "That went well," she groaned.

                "Forget about him. Let's go talk," he said softly, taking her hands, and leading her back to the sofa.

                Lee went back home late and found it empty, he panicked for a minute but then saw a note on the fridge, Gone out, see you later…..luv, fay.

                Lee put the note back and pulled out a cigarette, he sighed a bit and then went to the stud y and reassumed to his work.

                Fay shivered as she came out of the emergency room, she didn't know what was wrong with her. But all she knew was that it hurt. She hugged herself as she walked out and bumped into, "Kyle?" she asked surprised.

                He looked taken aback, "What are you doing here?" he asked looking surprised, "It's almost 1am,"

                She shrugged, "I just came for checkup" she lied, "You?"

                He rubbed a hand through his hair, "Bad day," he muttered.

                "Huh?"

                "Adam was in a car crash," he told her. He waited for her to show any expression, but she didn't.

                "Is it serious?" she finally asked.

                "I don't know," Kyle spoke, "Let's go in,"

                She was about nod, but then shook her head, "I have to go home; Lee will get worried,"

                Kyle just remained silent as she walked away.

                "Paralyzed?" Adam asked going white.

                Kayin looked tired, "I'm sorry,"

                "Where?"

                "The waist down," Kayin said, quoting the doctor.

                Adam moved his hands through his hair, "Damnit!" he swore. Kyle walked in, and Adam did nothing to hide his unparalleled anger.

                "You wouldn't believe whom I just saw," Kyle said to his brother as Adam swore millions of times.

                Kayin looked at him.

                "Fay,"

                Both men looked up, ready to kill, and Kyle just shrugged.

                Lee paced the floor. Fay walked in, looking drained and tired. She didn't even seem to see him.

                "Fay!" he said, rushing to her, and embracing her. He kissed her nose, "Where were you?"

                "Out," she said softly. She started to head upstairs, but Lee held her arm, "Fay?"

                She pulled away, and went upstairs.

                Late at night…

                "I can't believe we didn't do this sooner," Dionne spoke softly to her husband in the kitchen.

                He shrugged, "It was me…I'm sorry…"

                She went closer to him, and reached for him. She moved hair from his eyes, and he didn't move away. Instead, he moved closer.

                "You know what this reminds me of?"

                "What?" she asked, looking amused.

                "Remember that long time ago in your dorm? When you told me you had a boyfriend?" he asked, suppressing the urge to crack up.

                She broke the ice, and started laughing. He laughed with her. Finally as she was still laughing, he caught her cheek in his hand. She stopped, and her smile melted away. She gazed up into her husband's eyes, knowing it was too good to be true.

                "I'm not dreaming, am I?" she asked him softly.

                He shook his head, and leaned down to kiss her…the phone rang. They ignored it momentarily, but it rang persistently. Dionne swore, and picked up the phone.

                "Di?"

                Dionne froze, and all the hate she ever had inside of her was unleashed.

                "Don't ever call me again, Christie! Go fuck Mark!" she screamed at her sister, slamming down the phone. Hwoarang walked over to her, and put his hands on her shoulder. She stood up to face him and complain, but he put a finger to her mouth, and shushed her. She shut up, and he kissed her.

                Three Weeks Later.

                "How's Lee?" Dionne asked.

                Fay shrugged, "I don't see him much," she said softly.

                Dionne crinkled her nose, this is not good, she thought, "Busy with work?"

                Fay smiled weakly, "Yes, major case." Fay spoke, "And Hwoarang?"

                Dionne immediately beamed, "He's amazing!"

                "I'm glad," she spoke, "Any news?"

                Dionne looked mysterious; "Actually…" she said going red, "We might have a new member in nine months,"

                "Congratulations!" Fay said smiling.

                "What about you?" Dionne asked, "Anything new, if you know what I mean?" she teased.

                Fay's face immediately fell, "I can't have children, Di," she said softly.

                Dionne jerked up, "What?" she asked, "But you were pregnant!"

                "The miscarriage left me…." Her voice trailing off.

                Dionne looked shocked, "Does Lee know?" she asked.

                "I haven't even see him!" she snapped. "Let alone tell him,"

                No wonder she was always tired and fainting! Dionne thought, and I thought I had problems.

                Fay sighed and looked Dionne, "Do you know that Adam's paralyzed?" she asked softly.

                "And do you know that Christie called me?" Dionne asked back.

                Fay stood up, "I'm going to go," she said, "I have a meeting with a patient soon,"

                Dionne nodded.

                An Hour Later.

                "You're doing the right thing," Dionne whispered to herself for the thousandth time, "You're doing the right thing," she told herself as she barged into Lee's office.

                Lee looked up, "Dionne?" he asked.

                "Sir!" his secretary barged in angrily.

                "It's okay," he told her, and then he looked at Dionne, "Di?"

                "I need to speak with you," she said.

                He looked skeptical, "Sit down,"

                She sat down nervously and looked around while Lee went back to his seat, "Tell me," he told her firmly.

                "It's about Fay,"

                "What about her?" he asked.

                "Lee, when was the last time you saw her?" she asked.

                "Last night,"

                "I mean properly,"

                Lee looked annoyed, "Where is this getting at?"

                "Lee!" she snapped, "She's underweight, she's stressed and she keeps fainting!"

                "You think I don't know that?!" he demanded.

                "Then why are you here and she's at home alone?" she snapped.

                "Because frankly it's none of your business,"

                "I am making it my business,"

                "Don't step out of your line, Di," he warned.

                She bit her lip, "All I ask from you is for you to go home to her tonight and ask her why,"

                "Why what?"

                "Just ask her," she said picking up her bag and leaving.

                "Don't help me!" Adam snapped, "I can do it myself,"

                Kayin rolled his eyes, "Damn stubborn man," he muttered. "We need a vacation,"

                Adam snorted, "Oh yeah, a beach resort sounds fantastic!"

                "Shut up! Just because you decide to be Mr. Miserable doesn't mean you have to piss everyone else off! I'm young, I deserve a life!"

                Adam snorted, "Tell that to anyone else but me, Mitchell,"

                Kayin clenched his jaw, and wheeled Adam out while he whined and complained all the way.

                Fay rubbed her temples as she relaxed in between patients. To her surprise, her next patient was none other than…

                "Red?"

                "Heya Fay," he said, putting his thumbs into his pants hooks, "Can we talk? I have an appointment,"

                Fay couldn't help but smile, "Sit,"

                "I heard about things with Lee," he started off.

                "Hey, who's the psychologist here, me or you?"

                He chuckled, "I'll do it for now, thank you very much,"

                Fay sighed, "I don't know what's going on,"

                Hwoarang looked at her seriously for a moment.

                "We're just…growing apart," she admitted, rubbing her shoulders.

                "Do you want me to speak with him?"

                Fay ignored his comment, "Let's start with you, I have an appointment in half an hour,"

                Hwoarang sighed.

                Dionne picked up her phone, and almost immediately regretted it.

                "What do you want, Kyle?" she demanded angrily.

                "I just want to…"

                "Talk, yeah I'm sure. I told you, things are doing fine, and I don't wanna talk,"

                "But Di…"

                "This conversation is so over!" she said, hanging up on him. She winced, and clutched her stomach. "Slow down mommy," she told herself softly. She looked at her roman clock on the wall, and decided it was time to go home and face the music. She sighed.

                Later.

                Kyle was walking out of the office feeling twice as worse as before. He felt bad; he wanted Dionne back and he wanted her back at any cost, what to do? He thought bitterly walking along the dark streets.

                Fay put her head on the desk and stayed quiet when Hwoarang left. She stood up to leave when her intercom buzzed; "Yes?" she said sighing into the phone.

                "You have another patient," said her secretary.

                She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost 8pm, she sighed, "Send them in," she spoke into the phone. She stood up to pick out a file and turned around; she almost fainted. "Kayin? Adam?" she asked watching push Adam in his wheelchair.

                "You didn't tell me she was the doctor," Adam snapped at Kayin.

                "You have fifteen minutes," Kayin told Fay as he walked out.

                Fay bit her lip.

                Hwoarang had come out of the shower; he shook his hair dry and went downstairs to see Dionne. To his surprise he found her standing and rubbing her tummy lightly. She was talking to herself in the mirror. His eyes lit up knowingly and he smiled as he approached her.

She turned around quickly, a bit surprised. He hugged her tightly, picking her up, and spinning her around.

"Red, I…"

He held her, "Oh Di…Don't say anything,"

Her face glowed, and she kissed him.

                Lee came back home a bit late. He walked in, threw his jacket on the sofa and to his surprise he found Fay sleeping on the sofa. He went to the bedroom, took off his tie and shirt. Just as he was about to remove his pants he heard a scream. Fay?! He thought panicking, he ran out of the room and found her sitting up on the sofa, she had her hand on her chest and she looked like she was crying. He sat next to her, "Are you okay?" he asked.

                She looked at him and nodded, "I'm fine," she said sniffing, "It was only a nightmare,"

                Lee hugged her tightly and lay down on the sofa with her in his arms, "It's okay…." He told her quietly rubbing his hands through her hair.

                Fay stayed close, but then pulled away and sat at the side.

                "What?" he asked, "I can't touch you?"

                She sighed, "It's not that,"

                "Then what?" he demanded sitting up, "You keep pushing me away,"

                "How can I push you away when you're never there!" she snapped at him.

                Lee sighed, "Fay, please not now,"

                "No! You can't keep running away from your problems…from me," she said in almost a pleading tone.

                Lee turned around, smacking her. Fay looked shocked. He turned his eyes wide.

                "Fay, I didn't mean to…"

                She pushed him away, "Oh you son of a bitch," she snapped, storming off.

                "Fay," he rushed after her up the stairs, but she slammed the door in his face. He sighed, but banged on the door.

                "Please, I'm sorry…"

                "Yeah, bet your ass you are!" she yelled. He heard swishing of hangers. His eyes panicked a bit.

                "Fay, please come out so we can talk,"

                Fay was silent. She simply packed a bag, opened the door, and walked past him. He followed her, occasionally trying to hold her arm, but she headed for the door.

                "I don't want to see you ever again, Chaolan. Consider yourself divorced," she threatened, narrowing her eyes, and leaving.

                Lee sighed, swearing as he slammed his head against the door.

                Later…

                Hwoarang put the last dish in the cabinet, and Dionne let out an exhausted sigh.

                "God, I haven't' even gained the weight, and I still feel tired," she said with an exasperated sigh. He grinned, and kissed her.

                "You need a massage," he announced, lifting her to the sofa. She was placed on her back.

                "Thought you said I needed a massage!" she protested with a coy grin.

                "You do," he said, his eyes full of mischief. He was about to lift her shirt…

                DING DONG!!!!!!

                The door bell rang, and he swore, "Why does that always seem to happen?"

                Dionne shrugged innocently, pulling her shirt down.

                Hwoarang opened the door to see Fay standing there.

                "How did it go?" Kayin asked Adam.

                Adam shrugged.

                Kayin didn't press more; he just wheeled the chair and went back home with Adam.

                "Fay?" Donne asked surprised as she saw Hwoarang hugging her tightly. She immediately went to her, "What happened?"

                "I don't want to talk about it," Fay sniffed, "I just want to spend the night and not think,"

                "But…"

                "Dionne…" Hwoarang hissed giving her a look.

                Dionne sighed, "I'll prepare the guest room," she said leaving them.

                Lee put on a sweater and immediately grabbed his car keys. He had allowed Fay a head start so she could calm down. What the hell just happened in there? He thought to himself. He didn't know what had wrong, but all he knew was that he had done something that he shouldn't have and Fay wasn't there. He swore a tapestry of swears at himself as he raced to Dionne's.

                "I want a vacation to Brazil," Adam repeated.

                "Who do you know in Brazil?" Kayin demanded, folding his arms.

                "I've got a friend there," he said, "In Sao Paolo,"

                Kayin arched a brow, "And you think he's…"

                "She,"

                Kayin didn't flinch, "She wants to be bothered with you?" he asked, finishing his question.

                Adam narrowed his eyes, "I don't care. I just have to get out of here," wheeling himself to the kitchen to grab the phone. Kayin sighed.

                Dionne prepared tea, and headed to the room. Hwoarang hugged Fay as she cried. She felt a singe of jealousy, but immediately hated herself for it. She managed a sincere smile, and rested the tea on the tabletop. Both looked up at her.

                "Thanks, Di," Fay said softly. Dionne took her hand.

                "Hey, anything for a friend," she said, chuckling lightly.

                Fay smiled, and Hwoarang winked at her. She excused herself, closing the door. She went upstairs for a shower.

                Later…

                The doorbell rang, and Hwoarang closed Fay's door so she wouldn't be bothered. He headed to the door, and opened. Lee stood there, looking upset. Hwoarang stood firmly.

                "What?"

                "I'm looking for Fay," Lee said, his tone demonstrating a genuine concern.

                "She's sleeping,"

                "I need to—"

                "She's sleeping," Hwoarang repeated.

                "I want to talk to her,"        

                He snorted, "Apparently that's why you hit her, right?"

                Lee narrowed his eyes, "That's none of your business,"

                "Then why did she come to me?"

                There was a moment of silence.

                "I'll be back tomorrow,"

                Hwoarang narrowed his eyes and slammed the door as Lee left. Dionne descended the staircase in a short black towel, her hair wet and curly. Her eyes were a bit red from the water, and her long legs had goose bumps from the chill of the central AC.

                "Who was that?"

                "Lee," he answered, walking to her.

                "What did you tell him?"

                "To come back tomorrow when Fay might be ready to talk," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nodded as he ran his hands through her hair.

                "So she's alright?"

                "Fast asleep," he answered, moving his hands to open her towel. She caught him, and pulled away, sighing.

                "I'm pretty tired myself. I've had a long day, and my spine is going to crack in half,"

                He nodded, "Then go upstairs. I'll close up, and I'll be there in a minute to deal with it,"

                She grinned, and headed upstairs. It was then he heard a door creak. He turned to see Fay.

                "Sorry. I just needed some water," she spoke sheepishly.

                "You're our guest. Make yourself at home," he said, walking to her.

                She smiled, and he hugged her tightly. She hugged him back, and then he let her go.

"Goodnight,"

"Goodnight," Fay replied, watching him jog up the steps. As she heard the door close, she went to her room, picked up her bag and left the apartment.

                Next Day.

                "Gone?!" Dionne asked shocked. "She's gone?"

                Hwoarang looked at her annoyingly, "We already established that part," he muttered.

                "She probably went home," she said reasonable.

                "No, she didn't." he said as a matter of fact.

                "Did you call Lee?" she asked.

                "No,"

                Dionne picked up the phone, "Then by all means do,"

                He took it roughly and began dialing Lee's number. He spoke with Lee for a few minutes then hung up, "He hasn't seen her since she left last night,"

                Dionne started worrying.

                Kyle came out of his bedroom only wearing pants and drying his hair and looked surprised when he saw Fay lying in his living room. He stopped for a few minutes, but then remembered that she had come to him last night asking for a place to stay for a few while. Naturally he didn't say no, but he didn't even ask her why, although he was very curious. But she did say something about Lee and her getting into a fight and Hwoarang being too overprotective. He had no intentions of doing either. She opened her eyes, and sat up.

                "How long did I sleep?"

                Kyle looked at his watch, "Oh a few hours. Nothing to brag about,"

                She stretched, "Thanks for letting me crash," she spoke groggily.

                "Sure," he muttered. He folded his arms.

                "Want something to eat?"

                She nodded, "Please?"

                He smiled, and went to the kitchen.

                Lee phoned Kayin…extremely reluctantly.

                "I want to know where she is,"

                "How am I supposed to know?" Kayin snapped haughtily.

                Lee growled, and hung up. Next, he phoned Dionne again. Hwoarang lied, but she couldn't.

                Hwoarang sat on the sofa, worrying his ass off, and Dionne grabbed her cell phone.

                "Yeah?"

                "It's Lee,"

                Dionne's ears perked up, "Have you seen Fay?"

                "No, I called to ask you the same thing," he asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

                "Oh," she spoke quietly.

                Hwoarang looked up, upon hearing Fay. Dionne felt another singe of jealousy, and ignored it once more.

                Three Days Later.

                "Where the fuck is she!?" snapped Lee at Hwoarang and Dionne.

                "We don't know," Dionne defended, "Were as clueless as you,"

                Hwoarang was about to answer, but he went quiet, unless….he thought, but then shook his head, nah….

                "Whatever," Lee muttered, moving his hands through his hair.

                "Well, if you'll excuse us, we've got an appointment to make," Dionne said, looking at Hwoarang, reminding him of her checkup at the doctor's. Lee groaned, and left.

                Noon…

Fay was sitting in Kyle's living room all alone when the doorbell rang, must be Kyle, she thought walking towards it. She opened it and froze, "Red…."

                "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded walking in angrily.

                "I…."

                "I offered you safety and comfort at my home and you came here?!" he asked surprised. He stepped forward and Fay immediately covered her face.

                "Oh my god," he whispered, "You thought I was going to hit you?"

                She turned away.

                He took her hands and hugged her; his front to her back, "Fay…"

                "How did you know I was here?" she asked quietly.

                "You always told me that you would always hide in the least person's place anyone would think of,"

                She chuckled, and then went quiet.

                Hwoarang rubbed his hands along her arms and rested his chin on top of her head, "Everyone's worried," he muttered.

                She shrugged.

                Hwoarang turned her around and put both hands on her shoulders, "Fay…" he began, "Everyone's worried, Lee's frantic and Dionne's…." but his voice stopped when he saw her looking at him.

                Fay smiled weakly, "It doesn't matter,"

                "It doesn't matter?"

                "They don't care as much as you do," she said stepping closer.

                Hwoarang didn't move; he knew what was coming, but he still didn't move.

                "Will you let me…kiss you?" Fay asked as she placed her lips under his jaw.

                Hwoarang moved one hand through her hair and used the other one to pull her closer.

                Much, much later.

                Kyle walked home and looked surprised, no one was there. He searched for Fay and didn't find her until he saw a note on the fridge. Thanks for letting me stay, Kyle, I'm staying somewhere else now, luv fay.

                He crumpled the note and sighed.

                Dionne was worried; Hwoarang was sill not home. She sat on the sofa, hugging herself. Her phone rang, and she picked it up.

                "Di?"

                Dionne felt her heart skip a beat as Kyle's silky voice called her name. She almost forgot how sexy he sounded on the phone…almost, "Hey," she replied softly.

                "Is Fay over there by any chance?"

                "No, neither is Hwoarang," she spoke lowly. She only imagined the possibilities, and then hated herself for even thinking that either one of them could ever do that to her.

                "Hm…so you all alone over there?" he asked, and then immidiately swore at himself.

                "Yeah…" she let her voice trail off, and then her eyes fell to her tummy. She rubbed it gently, and swallowed.

                "But I'm sure Hwoarang will be back soon," she said, before he got any ideas.

                "Oh,"

                "So we'll talk later?" she asked, reluctant to let him go.

                "Sure," Kyle said, hanging up, and wanting her more than ever before.

                Hwoarang was breathing hard as he lay on top of Fay; she was underneath him and not wearing anything. The minute he had kissed her something exploded in both of them and they wanted to rip each other's clothes apart, but Fay stopped him and told him that they should get out of Kyle's apartment, so here they were in a hotel and they had booked a room for the night.

                "Shit!" he whispered rolling off her, "I didn't use anything,"     

                Fay wrapped the blanket around her and looked at him, "I can't,"

                He swallowed, "Well after the whole miscarriage ordeal…"

                Fay nodded, "You're right. Everything will be just fine," she said lowly, more to convince herself than him. She sighed, and held the sheet tight against her chest.  Hwoarang kissed the corner of her mouth.

                "Did you regret that?"

                She looked at him, and her eyes filled with hunger again, "No," she said softly, tracing her fingers up his thigh, and gently brushing her lips over his jawline. He pulled her close again, and sucked at her neck. She groaned, and lost herself again.

                The next day…

                Dionne hadn't slept well. She went to sleep at three, and woke up again at six. She looked at the digital clock next to the bed, and it read 8am. She groaned, and sat up. She pulled her gown over her head, and threw on underwear, khaki pants, and a white acoustic guitar top. She brushed her hair, since she had just washed it after she showered last night, and it fell in curls over her shoulders. She slipped on brown boots to match the top, and grabbed her keys. She couldn't take sitting home anymore.

                Kayin typed in information for his plane ticket. If Adam could go to Brazil, he could go too. Screw Kyle.

                "What are you up to, brother?"

                Kayin looked up, and rolled his eyes, "I'm buying a ticket," he muttered.

                "Well I can see that. Where to?"

                "Brazil. Adam's got a friend down there,"

                Kyle arched a brow, "Good for him. Where do you come in?"   

                "Shut up," Kayin snapped.

                Kyle chuckled, "I guess I'll stay and guard the fort, right?"

                "Absolutely," Kayin said. Kyle groaned, and went to the kitchen before Adam woke up.

                Hwoarang woke up, and Fay was snuggled close to him. She slept angellically, and her hair was in his face. He inhaled, and enjoyed the sweet jasmine scent. It reminded him of…he felt a pit hollowing out in his stomach as he sat up without disturbing her. He quickly showered, dressed, and jotted a note. He sighed, and left, closing the door softly. He started his drive to a coffeehouse.

                Fay got up, stretching. Hwoarang was long gone. She read his note—

Fay, this is a night I'll keep burried in my heart forever. I'll call you later. Maybe we can meet somewhere tomorrow night - Red

                She groaned, and put the note on the table. She headed to the shower…she needed one. She stretched on her way, and memories of the previous night flooded over her.

                Lee slumped on his sofa. After days, there was still no sign of Fay anywhere. He sighed, and phoned a few of her friends.

                Dionne arrived at the coffee shop, and greeted her gay friend. He gave her the usual expresso with little sugar, and she paid him the usual price. She looked up from the bar as someone walked in, and it was none other than her husband. She looked at him, and noticed something different about him…he seemed eerily calm, and unusually relaxed. She stood up, and headed towards him.

                "Hwoarang?"

                He looked at her, almost surprised to see her, "Uh, good morning?" he asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

                "Where were you last night?" she demanded, causing a few people to look up. He swallowed, and gently guided her outside to the patio.

                "Something came up,"

                "And you couldn't call me?" she nearly screamed. She looked good, but her eyes were bloodshot.

                "Di, it was on impulse…unexpected. I didn't know…"

                "What exactly happened?"

                "I had an errand to run. A friend came into town, and he needed a favor," he lied.

                Dionne looked in his eyes, trying to decipher his words. She finally sighed, and walked close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Alright. Just next time, call me baby. I worry," she said, licking his lips, and kissing him softly. She put her head on his shoulder.

                "Alright, sorry," he spoke, taking her back inside.

                "Can I take that to go, Jean?" Di spoke to her friend. He nodded, and prepared her cup.

                "There you go sweets," he said, handing the cup to her. She smiled, and left. Hwoarang didn't feel much like coffee anymore.