Hey guys! I've been so busy with school and I finally moved into the dorms! But, I really wanted to release this chapter! I read a review and yeah I didn't expect this to be dark either lol. I was like "Dang, ok. Looks like I wrote that." Also, I want to create a playlist for this story, if you all are open to it! For this chapter, I suggest listening to I Warned Myself by Charlie Puth. Honestly, I think that will be the theme song for the entire story! Drop a review! It gives me encouragement to write and I love to hear what you all's thoughts and reactions were! See ya!


I fell into step with him in an attempt to catch up with his strides. I didn't know where place my eyes, so I looked directly ahead of me. The feeling of this situation was off-putting to me. Only an hour ago, I mysteriously led myself to my mother's company and got invited back by a strange man who refused to give his name. My bones started chilled at the thought of him knowing me. I kept racking her brain for a memory or a type of explanation. He stared at me as if he personally knew me. I released a sigh at the memory of us dancing. I don't know what possessed me to dance. The feeling of his arms around me and his warm lips on my shoulder felt like a heated imprint on me. The way he danced with me was like a wildfire spreading throughout the imaginary forest of my mind. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that Seungjo had already stopped.

"Hmph, still haven't changed that habit, little bunny," Little bunny? Why is he giving me another nickname? The last one was Noah's Snail as far as I remember. I looked back and realized that he had already stopped. I wandered off in my head again. To think that I had gotten better at it, but this day has depleted all most of my energy from all bases. From where he was, I turned and saw the apartment building. It sure looked very...expensive. Then I remembered that Auntie told me that Seungjo had moved to a nice apartment building. It appeared to have maybe about fourteen floors, but I didn't have time to confirm it when I felt a familiar grip on my wrist. I pointed my attention back to him to see his eyes glim at mines. He made a motion with his head and flashed his signature smirk. "Come on."

Before I could even give a response, I was being pulled inside. I barely paid any mind to anything in the lobby because all I could feel was his comfortable hand around my wrist. Every finger of his curled around me and the texture of the pads his fingers reminds me of all the times he's grabbed me like this. From every situation I seemed to get myself in, he was there pull me out of the hole I dug. I would call him a knight, but he's not worth that much. Not anymore. I emerge from my thoughts and noticed that we were in the elevator. I finally got a look at the panel and confirmed my estimations. I was wrong, as expected. There were twenty floors. He reached out and pressed the twelfth floor. He leaned completely back against the wall of the elevator and closed his eyes. I looked forward, preventing myself from staring at him. There were so many thoughts buzzing through my head until I registered the feeling of his thumb caressing my skin. Sparingly, his touch sent multiple shockwaves throughout my body. My heart kept drumming against my chest, all I hear was my blood running heavily across my ears. What is he doing to me? He's hasn't done this before, this type of affection. All of the questions in my head were halted when he stopped and gave my wrist a soft squeeze. The skin around my neck was prickled in heat. The heat slowly traveled my ears. What is he doing to me?

The elevator doors snapped open, but I couldn't even comprehend it. He, he was caressing me. Then the door snapped itself closed just as it opened. That ultimately pulled me out of my reverie and looked to him. He was at the panel and pressed the twentieth floor. My breath lodged itself back in my throat. He was the one who had pushed the button for the doors to close. The air around me had changed. The silence surrounding us encompassed the space. No, it was his silence that startled me. It deviated from the rest of his usual silences. It was the silence that I would hear in the forest. Ominous and mysterious. I felt like I was being watched intensely. I didn't have the boldness to look at him. His grip on my wrist dropped.

"For a girl who doesn't think a little too often is doing an immense amount of thinking," he walked into my line of sight and slammed both hands on the wall, above my shoulders, forcing me to look up at him. I should have been infuriated at the comment, but no words formed in mind when he began to speak again. "However, I don't want you to think right now." I looked into his eyes and felt an unexplained feeling run threw my stomach. A ravenous gleam shone in his eyes as they bored holes in mine. I felt trapped by his gaze. The way he was looking at me gave off the way he was feeling.

The situation quickly dawned on me. He wanted to swallow me whole.

He was the predator.

His lips were on mine.

And I was his prey.


I found myself outside her building again. I gazed up at the exterior and let out a sigh. I shouldn't have agreed to meet him. I technically didn't, but my silence answered for me at that moment. I didn't know what to wear on such an occasion as this, so I just put on a light blue flared linen dress and white sandals. I'm still not talking to my father. I refuse to talk to him and it seems he hasn't been to keen on speaking to me either since I got home from being at Seungjo's. He didn't even see if I was there or not. I expected that much, but it still hurt that he did that. What was the whole point of him acting out yesterday? To rile me up? To finally place the blame on me? Maybe this was how felt about me this entire time since she died. All of his unrevealed resentment had finally begun to reach onto the surface. If he doesn't want to speak to me, then that's fine. I could only speculate for so long. Subsequently, the thought of Seungjo and what transpired at his place made my mind buzz. I banished the memories from my head and made my way inside. It was livelier than what it was yesterday. For it to be 8:00 p.m., it was teeming with people of all ages and there were people actually at the desk. I could safely say that business was back session.

Just as I started towards the stairs, a group of men in suits moved across the floor, addressing the man in front of them. He was an elder with salt and pepper hair. He had on a pristine grey suit and looked absolutely serious. He seemed to have my gaze on him when paused at what he was doing and looked at me. He gave me an unusual look and I immediately bowed at him. I have never seen him before, but he gave me a feeling of familiarity. When I came up from the bow, he was already gone. I shrugged and walked up the stairs.

I was back where I started yesterday. I opened the double doors and saw the man standing there in the middle of the room with his back turned towards me. He was dressed up this time. From this view, I could see that he had on a suit and his hair was still smoothly slicked back. His attention was caught when the door began to whined from my grip. He relaxed and gave me a friendly grin. That was surprising, I don't remember seeing that yesterday. I guess I was standing there a little too long when he gestured to the piano bench.

"Sit." I felt myself shrink under his gaze. The aura he was giving off had so much authority, it rendered me useless to refuse. I quickly walked across the room and took a seat at the bench, a couple of seconds later, he followed. He folded his left leg over his right and let out a sigh. What is it that he wants to say?

"How much do you know about your mother's company?" my head pivoted to his. He had a calm look on his face and kept looking straight ahead. I hope he didn't bring me here to talk about her. I had already suspected that much before I came but I still hoped it wasn't the case. I felt my teeth grind tensely against each other. My hands gripped the edges of the bench.

"That she founded it a year before I was born. Other than that fact, I know nothing else of it. It's none of my concern." he released a semblance of a chuckle at my response and crossed his arms. The look he gave me was as if he was taunting me. Frankly, it's pissing me off.

"How is it that you know nothing of mother's company? He hasn't told you anything in terms of the company?" he asked in an incredulous tone and a pointed. I started to gape and caught myself at the last minute. What her company did was her business, not mine. I don't even remember her telling me about it.

"Whatever Madam Jeong did with her company doesn't concern me. Why are you asking? Who was supposed to tell me what?" I replied sourly to his questions with more questions. He scoffed.

"Inhye would've roiled at the fact of you knowing nothing about the company."

"Well, she can keep roiling in her grave for all I care," I growled out while closing my eyes. I placed two fingers on my temple to soothe my oncoming headache. Thinking about this makes my head spin. However, he just kept the same posture, looking directly at me. The taunting look that was on his face disappeared and was replaced with beseeching one. As if he trying to find the truth in the depth of my eyes.

"What made you despise Inhye so much?" I shot up from the bench within a second and glared at him with the feeling of hostility burning through my eyes and tensing my posture.

"Why are speaking as if you know her?! Who are you to interrogate me? Who are you?!" He stood up and got into my vicinity. His nose was a hair away from mine. I could feel the air blowing out of my nose intermixing with mine. The feelings he was giving off were drawing me in. They were somewhat familiar. Then the intensity of my headache had gotten worse. I put my hand up to my temple to rub it deeply to assuage it.

"...So it's true then."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your stressed induced, semi-comatose state did leave you slightly amnesiac." Semi-comatose state? Stress-induced? What is he talking about? My headache had gotten worse as I continued to listen to what he had to say. I started to feel faint, and the room began to spin a little. His hand grasped my lower back and pulled me in forward. I felt jelly in his possesion.

"What-"

"Look into my eyes and tell me you don't remember me."

"W-Who are you?" Weirdo.

"Woo. Tae. In." Woo Taein? With as much strength that I had in my body, I ripped myself from him and placed a head on my forehead looking towards the ground. I grimaced.

"Wait, let me get this straight. You brought me here to remember you?"

"No, but it's a fraction of why I brought you here. I'm not going to wait here for this company to collapse on itself within the next few months," he said resoundingly with confidence.

"What do you mean?" I asked him confused. I'm not catching on to what 'Taein' is trying to say.

"Inhye left this company here for you to lead. You are the heiress of this company."