A few weeks passed since MC unofficially moved in with Jaehee. Even though she hadn't received any more signs that Saeran was still harassing her, Jaehee insisted that MC stayed with her longer. Zen couldn't help but agree with the chief assistant.

The modeling project was moving forward without too much hassle; there were still the times where the designers would lose composure around Zen, but MC was able to reign it in before it got too out of hand. They were seeing more of each other since the photoshoot began, and they talked every night. MC couldn't deny her feelings for him were growing with each passing day. She began to look forward to his messages and phone calls before bed.

"I know you're ready to go back to your apartment, but I think Ms. Kang is doing the right thing," Zen said one night as they talked on the phone.

"Yeah… it's good to be on the safe side," MC sighed.

"If you want a change of scenery, you're more than welcome to hang out at my place," he said.

"That actually sounds like fun," MC replied.

"Wait, really?" Zen said, surprised.

"Yeah," said MC. "It'd be nice to hang out with a different friend."

"Awesome," he said with a nervous chuckle. "How about tomorrow? I'll pick you up from work."

"Okay," she answered. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night Zen."

"Good night, my love."

MC's eyes widened at Zen's words. Before she could ask him about it, the phone was hung up. A blush was on her face as she smiled a little.

Zen was in his apartment with his head in his hands. He couldn't believe he slipped like that! They'd gotten more comfortable around each other, and his feelings for her grew stronger every day. Looking at the bracelet he was still wearing, he noticed a few more of the beads were cracked. The dark voice in his head was beginning to make an appearance again; even though it wasn't as loud as it usually was, he could feel its presence more and more. The silver haired man hoped it'd hold up at least until he was done with the modeling gig. Thank goodness it was almost over.

Zen lied down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was tired, but sleep was elusive at the moment. He couldn't help thinking about MC's situation with her ex-boyfriend. Even though he hadn't heard any new developments, he was on edge. Saeran could show up at any time; he ended up falling into a fitful sleep after that thought.

"I finally found you princess," Saeran said as he smirked. "I knew you'd be back here eventually."

MC was at the doorway to her room when he appeared. She wasn't sure how he was able to enter the apartment; she was the only one with a copy of the key. Her brown eyes were wide with fear as she stared into his mint contact colored eyes.

"W-Why are you here?" she questioned fearfully.

"To take you home of course," Saeran replied as if it were obvious. "You've had more than enough time for yourself. You're mine, so it's time for you to come back to me."

"I told you we're over," MC said sternly. "I don't want to be with you."

Saeran pulled out a knife. She backed away slowly as he approached her.

"You seem to misunderstand," Saeran said with a sadistic smile. "This isn't an option for you."

MC tried to shut her room door, but Saeran was quick and managed to keep her from shutting him out. He pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his body caging her in. He held the knife to her throat as his face came close to hers.

"No more fighting princess," he whispered.

Saeran's free hand groped at her and MC screamed.

Zen woke up with a start. He was covered in a cold sweat and his bangs stuck to his forehead. He could feel a dull ache in the back of his head.

"A psychic dream?" he said to himself. "But I haven't had one of those in a long time."

Slender fingers ran through silver hair as he walked to the bathroom to find aspirin. Psychic dreams were something that didn't happen to him often. When they did, Zen knew that they'd come to pass not long after. He had to warn MC before she endangered herself without realizing it.

MC was at work talking on the phone to the fashion subsidy as she typed on the computer. Zen's proofs had arrived earlier in the day, and she had to admit he looked really good. It seemed to be impossible for him to not look good in whatever he wore.

The brunette was planning on going back to her apartment to get more things to wear. She'd been staying with Jaehee for a while now and needed some new clothes to wear. Even though she was able to wash what she'd packed, MC wanted to wear other things besides what was in her bag. She knew Jaehee wouldn't approve of her wanting to go back near that place, and she couldn't blame her. No one knew when Saeran would pop up again.

Her cell phone rang right after she hung up her office phone.

"Hey Zen," she answered after seeing the caller ID.

"MC, are you still at work?" he asked in a panic.

"Yeah," she replied feeling curious. "What's wrong Zen?"

"Don't go back to that apartment," he warned.

"I think it has been established that no one wants me to go there," MC replied with irritation.

"I'm serious MC," Zen said firmly. "I know you're thinking of going back there. Just trust me and don't go."

"I have to at some point," she said firmly. "It is my apartment, and all of my stuff is still there."

"I know you're upset, but please don't go anywhere near there," he implored.

"What's with you Zen?" she snapped. "If I want to go back to my apartment, then I should be able to."

"But—"

"Good bye Zen," MC interrupted before hanging up.

The brunette felt extremely annoyed. Zen wasn't her father; if she wanted to go to her place, then she should be able to damn it! The sun was beginning to set, and MC decided to leave work a little early and go back to her apartment. She hadn't told Jaehee what she was planning; MC knew she wouldn't approve, even if they went together. Setting a determined look, MC went to the bus stop and got on the first bus to arrive.

Zen was in his apartment pacing anxiously. He knew he annoyed MC, but he couldn't help but warn her of the danger she was in. He had a bad feeling that she wouldn't listen to his warning though. His phone ringing snapped him out of his thoughts, and his heart sank when he saw it was Jaehee calling him.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Zen! MC hasn't come home. Is she with you?" Jaehee asked with concern in her voice.

Zen's blood ran cold.

"Oh no," he said softly. "Jaehee, I have to go."

"Please help her," she said, understanding why he had to hang up.

He ran out of his apartment and hopped on his bike. Revving the engine, he sped through traffic to get to MC's house.

'Please be alright… please don't be hurt,' Zen prayed to himself.

MC entered her apartment cautiously. As she looked around, nothing seemed to be out of place. Sighing with relief, she walked to her room and began packing more clothes. She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't hear the locks to her apartment click shut or the soft footsteps. When she was done, MC turned around and began to leave her room. Once in the doorway, she froze and dropped the bag she was holding.

Saeran was standing before her with a smile on his face.

"There you are my princess."

The words sent a chill down her spine as she instinctively took a step back. How did he get in?

"W-What are you doing here?" she asked as her voice wavered.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to take you home," he replied happily.

"I am home," she said, her voice becoming firm. "I told you things weren't going to work out between us."

"I don't think you understand me," Saeran said, his voice becoming aggressive. "This isn't an option for you."

MC's eyes traveled to the knife he pulled. Brown eyes widened fearfully as he approached her.

"Come quietly princess," Saeran warned. "Don't put up a fight okay?"

She continued to step back as he approached. Reaching her room door, MC tried to slam it before he could reach her. Unfortunately, he was quicker than her and managed to stop her. His hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him.

"Don't make me hurt you sweetheart," he said as he brought his face to hers.

A loud bang on the door grabbed their attention.

"MC?! Are you in there?"

It was Zen. MC could feel relief wash over her.

"ZE—!" she tried to yell before Saeran covered her mouth.

"Quiet," Saeran warned as he stared into her eyes.

The sound of the door breaking open brought their eyes to the man standing where it used to be. Zen's expression was full of rage as he took in the scene before him. Saeran moved MC so that she was in front of him, his knife at her throat. He smiled evilly at Zen as he moved MC's body closer to him. Zen approached them slowly, a growl escaping him with every exhale of his breath.

"Don't get any closer," Saeran warned. "I wouldn't wanna have to slit her pretty little throat."