Ha Ni's mind could not believe what she was seeing. Sure, she had had crazy dreams in which Seung Jo would take her to a nice restaurant, but Ha Ni was smart enough to know this would never happen. Even in her dreams.

A nicely dresses Seung Jo stood before her, anxious at her response, hoping that her reply would not be "No".

Honestly, that's what he expected.

"I guess I would not hurt to do it once—" The female was cut off by the overjoyed male that hauled her to the small compact car.

"May I know where we're going at least?" She inquired.

A beautiful, flawless smile plastered Seung Jo's face as he, in a crazy lovely way, took in her features. "You'll know once we get there."

"Had Il Woo oppa been at home we would have gone somewhere I like…"

At the mention of another guy's name with the "oppa" suffix his hands tightened on the steering wheel.

"Just have patience, yeobo," he caressed lightly her cheek and felt her stiffened under his touch.

Good, you should only do that with me. The slightly, yet very jealous, male thought.

"You do know what kind of memories I have here, yet you bring me here. Do you want to humiliate me once again?" An angry Ha Ni tried to hit him wherever she could.

The next thing she knew was that, yes, Seung Jo was about to steal a kiss… again… and in the same place he took her first kiss.

No!

This can't happen again!

A few millimeters and history will repeat itself…

She closed her eyes tightly and—

"Let's go eat" was all he said, very, very close to her ear. Almost to the point of leaving a chaste peck.

During the meal she could not help but wonder what'd happened to thereal Seung Jo. Sure she liked this nicer version, but she was starting to get scared.

"Ha Ni-ya, you have something on your lips…" but before she could get a napkin he was already wiping her soft, pink colored lips… very, very slow…

"J-jal meogeo s-sumnida." She stood up abruptly, causing his hand to touch her neck slightly.

So soft and warm! He thought.

Then images of the four males she was living with came to his head. What if they'd touched more?

Anger rose in him as his inner self turned to be his traitor… maybe she…

In five long steps he caught up with the only girl who claimed as his. Long arms caged her, preventing her from escaping out of his grasp. The cold, familiar wall touched the girl's back as Seung Jo did not let go but rather pushed her backwards.

The kind character went away and the old, cold one came back.

Yes, this is what she was scared of.

What if she could not get away from a possessive man who could not openly say "I love you"?

Warm lips hovered over hers as hers, unconsciously, started to move on their own. His hands roamed her back and sides, touching as though she was glass. Kissing her again was like Christmas for Seung Jo. Colors started to decorate his surroundings and the sounds could now be heard.

"Please don't escape my sight, don't disappear when the morning comes…" he whispered, almost inaudibly, as he claimed her lips again.

"Don't go…"

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He looked at her directly; she shivered under his melting look. "Ha Ni-ya, saranghae. Jeongmal saranghae…"

"Eottoke!"