Jun-ho couldn't suppress his smile. It felt like months since he had been this happy. He pictured her cheeky smile as she ran to meet with Attorney Tae, it wasn't as big as the smile she displayed when they were in the bridal shop, but it was just as beautiful.

His mind replayed her words, "Cats love their master too." It was so simple, but it was the exact confession he needed. He was not going to let her go without a fight ever again. They wasted so much time just because he misunderstood her intentions, and she underestimated her importance to him.

He looked at the building, wondering how Attorney Woo's meeting was going.

"No," he scolded himself, "I need to start calling her Young-Woo, or we will be right back where we started."

At that moment, her call came through, and she simply stated, "I am at the gate." He was so excited to see her that he didn't care that she hung up without permission. She climbed into the passenger's seat with a somber look.

"Did everything go all right?"

"Mm," she slightly nodded.

"Attorney Woo—"

"Mr. Lee—" They both started simultaneously. Jun-ho motioned for her to go first. She asked, "Can we go somewhere and walk for a minute? I need a second to recharge after that."

Jun-ho nodded and threw the car into gear. There was an empty playground not far from the embassy, so they got out and sat on the swings.

"Are you okay, Young-woo," her name slipped off his tongue so effortlessly. It practically jumped off as if it had been waiting months to be used. She didn't flinch but just met his look with a smile. She remembered his sister commenting on the fact that they used formalities and was glad they now had an opportunity to drop them. She thought, "It is a good thing we are dropping the formalities, or we would never progress."

"Jun-ho," she whispered, "Attorney Tae is my mother."

"What?" His eyes were wide with questions, and he could deduce most of the answers, but he let her continue.

"My father begged her not to abort me and promised she would never see us again."

"Obviously, that didn't work," he stated. "So when Choi Sang Hyeon called you Noona in that text, it wasn't a slip-up?" Young-Woo just nodded.

Again she just nodded. Jun-ho wanted to pry just a little deeper, but he knew he could always ask her father for details or wait until she felt more comfortable. They swung back and forth in silence for a little bit longer. She stopped her swing and gave Jun-ho a shy side glance.

"What is it, Young-woo?" He loved saying her name. Her mouth tweaked up in a small side smile, but determination set in on her face.

"Jun-ho," she practically whispered. He waited patiently for her to continue, "Will you… Will you kiss me?"

Not exactly what he was expecting, but his heart raced in excitement. He jumped out of his swing and came to kneel in front of her. His approach was slow and meticulous, trying not to startle her. The last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. She watched him move, and a small mischievous smile sat on Young-Woo's face. He watched her expressions closely as he picked up her hands and moved them to his shoulders. Her smile widened, and her eyes narrowed in on his lips as his own hands found her tiny waist.

"I may not be able to hold her hand," he thought, "but holding her close while kissing her is so much better."

She couldn't take his precision any longer and moved in on her own. He was startled as her lips pushed against his and their teeth knocked together. Surprisingly, Young-woo did not pull away. She needed this just as much, if not more, than him.

Time dissolved as she melted into him. He held her in her seat as she adjusted her position and grip on his shoulders. When they finally came up for air, both shared a lovestruck grin. She tugged at his shirt and whispered, "We need to get you shirts that don't feel like tags."

He laughed, "That means we have to go shopping together. Can you handle that?"

Her smile was sweet but not-so-innocent, and she just nodded.