"Cara, are you listening?" Wednesday asked as Cara jumped and looked at her. "I'm sorry, what?" she said. Her friend looked at her disbelievingly and shook her head. "You didn't listen to what I said. Well, nevermind!" Wednesday tapped her hand and looked at her slyly. Cara knew where this was going. She knew her only friend will ask her how the hell she got in the RFA and got to have a new family with hot men and one hot woman. It has been three months since the first party of the RFA happened and now she is juggling her full time job and her part time job as Zen's manager and party organizer. She was a workaholic, so she could handle everything all at once.

"Sooooo…" Wednesday started. Cara sighed but a small smile was pasted on her lips as she recalled everything that happened during her first moments in the RFA. She remembered the time she almost got kidnapped by Seven's, or he now wants to be called as Saeyoung, twin brother; she also recalled the time she had to hide in Zen's apartment since he was the one who saved her during the time when they knew they had a bomb in Rika's apartment. She wasn't living there anymore since the place have been sold to somebody else and now she was back to her old apartment, quite near Seven and Zen's place.

Looking back on everything that happened during her first days as an RFA member, she could say it was quite chaotic but she would never regret the day she was gullible enough to help a stranger and she got stuck in that place. She wouldn't have met the members whom she holds too dear now if she wasn't able to follow that Unknown's, now called Saeran, orders. As weird as it may seem, she was happy she was at the RFA. She finally had a family after a year of being alone. She was especially close to Saeyoung and Yoosung since they were the ones closest to her age. Jumin and Jaehee treated her like they were her little sister and she sometimes found it weird, but she was okay with it since her biological brother and sister were overseas and have their own families so she was somehow forgotten. She thought about her relationship with Zen… he was a narcissistic fool, in her first opinion of him, but when she got the chance to chat with him and bond with him during the times when he was injured and when she was under his protection, she took him as the most loyal and the most gentle man she have ever met all her life. She felt weird things when Zen was there or when he calls. She could feel herself chuckle and smile as she thought about his consistency of calling and texting her, checking up on her if she was okay. They were close, but not in the way she was close with the other members. Although she might not admit it to everybody but her own mind, she found Zen as somebody who is special to her life. She found somebody who understood her and who would keep her company whenever she felt that the world was against her. Plus, Zen is the only person who can calm her down when her anxiety threatened to take over her entire system.

Zen…. was special. She didn't want to think of this as something more. She wouldn't dare. She doesn't want to.

She needed to keep her promise. She needed to keep herself safe. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she felt a slap on her shoulder and she immediately looked at her friend who looked so pissed off. "What?" She asked as Wednesday looked at her as if she was accusing her of something. "You have been brooding about things again, Cara. You know this isn't good for you." She warned. Cara knew Wednesday was aware of her struggles with her anxiety. She sighed and leaned her head on Wednesday's shoulder. "You don't have to face everything alone, anymore. You know this. Don't close yourself to... opporrunities. The RFA, though I have never met them personally, care a whole lot about you and I know this because Saeyoung and Yoosung visits you whenever they're able, Jumin and Jaehee brings you stuff when you need them, and Zen... well Zen's kinda your soulmate." She stated. Cara scoffed at that and shook her head.

"Zen is... Zen." This was all she could say. Wednesday rolled her eyes and shook Cara's head away from her shoulders. "I will not force you to realize things that you aren't ready to admit to, but Cara, please treasure yourself a little bit more. You're scaring me whenever you go full time on your work mode. Handling these 3 jobs are not easy. But please." Her friend pleaded. Cara looked at her friend of 8 years and thought about how long they have been friends. A year ago, it was Wednesday who took revenge for the pain she has suffered over her past. She was the one who stood by her when the RFA wasn't there. She hugged Wednesday and said, "Thank you, Wed. For everything."

"Oh poo. Stop being so melodramatic and just let me marry Jumin." Wed said as she held Cara back.

"Oh. I have to go back to the office, my break's done." Cara stared at her watch and saw that it was about time she returned to her work. Wednesday let her go and kissed her cheek as she waved good bye to get back to her work as well. Cara stared at her friend's retreating form as she herself started to go back to her office. She sighed. Things weren't working well for her this day. Her client's have been pushy and bratty and she could feel the stress trigger hee anxiety.

"I need to drink my meds." She mumbled. "No you don't." a familiar deep voice answered and she immediately looked up and her heart suddenly stopped. It was a chilly afternoon since it was already autumn but she forgot the chill as her hair swiped at her face as the wind blew as she looked at those wonderful red orbs and her stomach started to do tumbles. She came face to fave with the handsome one. He was smiling at her as if he wanted to commit trouble. Her breathe hitched in her throat and she found herself feeling shy, awkward, happy, and tingly...

"Zen." She breathed.

What the hell is this feeling? She thought. She had no idea, she had no clue. All she knew was only this...

She was so happy he was here.

As Zen stared at her, the wind blowing her hair all over her face but she was rooted on where she stood, he never thought he could see somebody who looked so beautiful. His heart ached for the pain of wanting to reach out to her and hold her, but he knew she wasn't up to those kinds of intimacies. He knew he was being greedy and unfair, but he respected her enough to actually stay away from her if he wanted things to go far.

It has been three months since the party for the RFA has been a success. She was now the new organizer of RFA and she seemed to be happy being one. Not to mention, she took the role of being his manager even if she was working full time and part time as the organizer of RFA's parties. She was an intense workaholic, and he was amazed at how she outshone his sense of responsibility. He was feeling nervous for no apparent reason and he hated the way he was feeling. He wasn't used to feeling this awkward in front of everybody. He was an actor and a very social person, he never knew that one slip of a girl would rob him all of his charms and thoughts. She was that powerful.

He was drawn to her, he knew this. But he never realized the intensity of this. He only had the epiphany himself when he saw her wake up from nightmares of her traumatic experience in Rika's apartment. He was infuriated with what happened but as he noticed she has forgiven the people in charge for her trauma, he decided to let it go since she, somehow in her conscious mind, got over it.

They stood face to face in the autumn sun, looking at each other, never taking their eyes off each other,

Say something, goddammmit. he told himself. But he wasn't able to.

The slight blush on her face and the redness of her nose told him she was cold. She was a tiny woman, with long brown curls and wonderful bright eyes. She was perfect in her own way, even if she hated how small she is. She vibrated of strenght and independence and he loved it about her. For the longevity of their acquiantance, they were closer in such a way that even both of them were not able to describe.

Without thinking, he slowly walked towards her. She didn't move. She just took calculated breathes as he got closer. His hand reached out to her face and he tucked her hair into her ears. He smiled as she sighed at the gesture.

Does she feel warm and calm when he's here? He wondered. Because this was what he was feeling when he saw her or even heard her voice. She felt safe.

She made him feel like he was home.

He hoped she felt the same.

He desperately hoped. Looking at her smile up at him as she asked, "What are you doing here, Zenny?"

As soon as she voiced out the nickname she used solely for him, he stopped breathing. And his eyes widened, his hands still holding her face.

He knew he went out of his way because he wanted to see her badly. He knew she was having a rough day when she replied to his inquiry in his text. Her voice even sounded desolate when she called him to remind him of a schedule in the theater. He wanted to see her, to see if she was okay. He thought that this was his only reason. However, as he stared at her smiling face, he doubted his own intentions.

What is this?

"Ah... U-uhm.." he stuttered.

She laughed. "What?" She asked.

It was then and there that he knew he was doomed. Her laughter sounded like musical notes to his ears and it made him want to weep. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and so... fragile. Right then and there, as she smiled at him and waited for him to answer her inquiry, he finally knew.

He wanted her.