As Mok-ha stepped into Lee's Beauty Salon, the Lees welcomed them with uplifting news. The Lee family, who had been caught up in a legal battle stemming from an identity theft incident during their escape from an abusive father fifteen years ago, recently received a positive outcome in their case.

In a desperate situation, the family found themselves resorting to identity theft as a means to escape their father's abusive behavior and ensure their safety. They had taken on the persona of a family that had disappeared for fifteen years and was recently discovered deceased. A year before Ki-ho's family assumed their identity, this family tragically ended their lives. Two months ago, the police found the family in a hidden dried-up lake.

Upon carefully reviewing the evidence, The prosecutor made the decision not to pursue a trial, determining that the family had turned to identity theft as their last resort to escape their father's abusive behavior. The fact that he was a police officer willing to use his resources to find them and escalate the abused family situation. For Mok-ha, Ki-ho, and his family, imposing legal fees rather than jail time was a huge relief since they feared a more severe punishment.

With the prosecution's decision, Mok-ha, Ki-ho, and his family have finally put the identity theft matter to rest and can live a life not overshadowed by their abusive father. As they embrace the love and support of those closest to them, the burden of their past battles starts to crumble. They were overjoyed to finally be able to put the terror and abuse they had suffered for so long in the past. They could begin over and look forward to a better future with their adopted father's surname.

After bidding farewell to Ki-ho's parents, Mok-ha eagerly sought refuge on the rooftop, finding comfort in Ki-ho's loving embrace. Ki-ho twirled Mok-ha around, holding her in a tight embrace. Mok-ha finally mustered up the bravery to plant a kiss on Ki-ho, marking a significant milestone in their enduring friendship. However, it was clear that her lack of experience was apparent in her approach. Ki-ho couldn't help but smile as he intensified the kiss, adding a layer of passion. Mok-ha experienced a thrilling sensation that coursed through her entire being while Ki-ho fought to control the reflex in his tense muscles. Ki-ho was captivated by the moment, showering Mokha affectionately as they embraced tightly. Their lips danced in perfect synchrony, revealing the profound bond they shared and the path they traversed to unite.

Mok-ha could feel the intense love and passion radiating from Ki-ho's kiss, completely consuming her. Their bodies drew nearer, forging a suspended moment where their universe entirely consumed them. At that moment, a deep happiness and satisfaction overcame all their hardships.

Finally, Ki-ho regained his composure and realized his parents were downstairs in the shop. He swiftly composed himself, resolved to prevent the situation from escalating any further. Mok-ha had been stranded on a desert island since she was 15. Fully aware of the importance of Mok-ha's first time, Ki-ho is committed to crafting a unique and unforgettable experience for her. Ensuring her safety, admiration, and worth is his top concern.

He gently ended the kiss, looking into her eyes with tenderness and concern. "Mok-ha," he softly murmured, "I want your first experience to be flawless." Let's find a time when we can have some alone time. Mok-ha nodded, fully understanding the profound significance of his words. At that exact moment, she recognized Ki-ho's sincere care for her. She gently responded, "I'm content to wait as long as I can stay with you." And with that, they sealed their bond with a tender hug. He opted for a leisurely approach, wanting to savor their first rooftop kiss while being mindful of his parents' presence below. He gently grasped her hand and guided her down the stairs, cherishing every moment of their first cozy encounter. As they went down, the air was filled with energy and expectation, making their way to the shop feel like a magical dance.

Upon reaching the ground floor, light-hearted banter from his family about Mok-ha and Ki-ho's apparent states adds a playful touch, emphasizing the joyous celebration that awaits them.

The burden of their past hardships seemed to diminish as Mok-ha and Ki-ho embraced the love and encouragement from their loved ones.

Ki-ho whispered sweetly in her ear as Mok-ha prepared to return to her apartment, promising to join her later to continue their special moment. Mok-ha's heart filled with anticipation as Ki-ho vowed to unite again and complete their unfinished business. Her lips couldn't help curl into a smile as their connection began 15 years ago on a small island when they were just middle schoolers, before she found herself alone on a deserted island.

Mok-ha faced countless challenges, from finding food and a place to stay to dealing with loneliness and despair. Despite the obstacles, she maintained a positive outlook and developed remarkable flexibility. Mok-ha developed a range of practical skills to support her daily needs.

As Mok-ha leaves for her apartment, she carries a sense of hope and excitement. Mok-ha and Ki-ho had been best friends since they were middle schoolers. They had shared countless adventures, supported each other through difficult times, and formed a deep bond based on trust and understanding. Their friendship was built on a solid foundation of shared experiences and a genuine connection. With a small prayer of thanks to Ki-ho for his unwavering effort in finding her, Mok-ha looks forward to the future, grateful for the love and support she has seen.

She decided to contact Rango. Ran-go had recently experienced the challenging loss of her mother. She wanted to inform her that she couldn't meet tonight and share some positive news about Lee's legal situation. After ensuring there would be no unexpected interruptions, she went to the store to purchase groceries for her meal, candles, and a dozen dandelions. She carefully set the table with the dishes Gi-ho had brought, and the room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light from the flickering candles as the sun disappeared from view. The fragrance of the flowers filled the air with an air of elegance. She was excited and excited as she prepared the meal, for tonight was no ordinary night. The night, she reveled in the joys of existence, affection, and the inseparable connection between her and Ki-ho.

Ki-ho arrived at the door promptly at 6:30. He gave her a bouquet of twelve roses, hugging her tightly and gently kissing her forehead. Ki-ho assured her that there was no need to hurry, as tonight was all about her. They had both chosen to let go of their worries and stress, fully immersing themselves in the happy event. The room buzzed with joy and genuine connections as they gathered for dinner, creating an ambiance of pure happiness. The couple nostalgically reminisced about their shared experiences and enjoyed the present moment, savoring each delicious meal bite. As she shared stories from her fifteen years of seclusion on the island, the sparkle in her eyes fascinated Ki-ho. It was a strong reminder of why he was initially drawn to her.

As Mok-ha and Ki-ho enjoyed their first intimate dinner, emotions washed over them. It was a time of openness, reliance, and profound bonding. They were both brimming with anticipation, jitters, and a sense of closeness.

After finishing their meal and pondering over their past obstacles, he suddenly fixes his eyes on her with a curious expression, saying nothing. She waits, unsure of what to do next, her gaze locked on him, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

After a moment, he gently takes hold of her face and gently kisses her lips, catching her off guard. Their kiss is filled with passion, igniting a flame that consumes them both. They eagerly embrace the moment's intensity, losing themselves in each other's arms.

As she hesitates to embrace him, he gently guides her, lifting and placing her on the table. She holds onto the back of his neck with determination, refusing to release her grip as she passionately kisses him. Finally, he pulls back and looks deeply into her eyes. He seemed preoccupied, and she patiently waited, looking into his eyes, hoping to understand what was bothering him.

Contrary to expectations, he leans in with purpose and a calculated pace. She is smitten and returns his affectionate kiss, embracing him tightly as he leans in. Her fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt as he tenderly sucks on her bottom lip, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

He is motivated by the sounds, and his hand instinctively reaches for the outside of her thigh, gripping it firmly. She leans in closer to him, parting her lips to meet his while attempting to entwine her legs around his waist. She wishes they weren't on the table, as it would be easier to deal with them elsewhere.

His breath is heavy as he pulls away from her, leaning his forehead against hers. "Mok-ha."

"Yes?" she whispers, her eyes slowly opening to meet his.

"Do you want me to stay tonight?"

She swallows before nodding, understanding the meaning of his heavy gaze. "Yes."

He lifts her gently, their lips meeting once more as his hands move along her thighs.

Before she realizes it, she finds herself lying on the bed, feeling his lips caressing her neck with tender kisses. As his teeth gently touch the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, she lets out a soft sound, tilting her back to offer him more of her skin. She experiences an intense desire coursing through her veins, and all of a sudden, there are too many layers of clothing separating them. After nearly losing him to the threat of incarceration, she longs to keep him by her side.

Nevertheless, it appears he doesn't experience the same level of excitement. His kisses are unhurried as if he savors each moment and wants to make it last. She hesitates to place his hands where she desires, but she does attempt to brush her tongue against his lips, mirroring his earlier actions.

The interaction intensifies as he pushes her deeper into the bed. However, when she softly grazes her teeth against his lower lip, he finally grasps her sense of urgency. He adjusts his position, freeing his hands to deftly undo the buttons of her shirt, revealing more of her enticing skin.

She doesn't feel comfortable with his gaze, so she moves her hands to the hem of his sweater, tugging on it just a little. He helps her as he pulls it off, as well as the shirt that's underneath it. He catches her eyes again, taking one of her hands and placing it over his heart.

"I love you, Mok-ha."

Her eyes well up with tears, and she pushes herself to sit to kiss him again. As their lips meet repeatedly, she lets him slip her shirt and cardigan off her smoothly. Her arms wind around his neck again, and she presses her chest to his to feel the heat of his skin through her bra.

She gasps as he shifts her, his hardness pressing against her in a way that has her tightening her legs around him as he mums.

She blushes and hides her face in his neck as they lay on the bed. It's comforting to be this close to him and to feel his heart beat steadily under her hand on his chest. They've been through so much. She wants to remember this moment forever.

They're quiet, and she doesn't want to be the one to break it. Instead, she watches his face as he watches hers as he lays her beside her on the bed. His hand strokes hair out of her face, caressing the curve of her cheek. She quickly grabs it to press a kiss to it, an action that has him intertwining their fingers so he can push their hands down next to her head. He leans in with the motion and captures her lips softly. She uses her other hand to grasp his shoulder and pull him closer.

His other hand strokes her side, dipping lower and lower into her pants. She shivers and arches closer, sliding her legs to frame his hips. He dips down once, grinding against her before pulling away again. She gasps as she tries to follow him, but he groans and drops his head to her shoulder.

All movement stops, so she blinks in confusion up at the ceiling. "Ki-ho?"

"Are you sure?" Ki-ho asked.

Her body might combust if they don't continue, so she unhooks her bra and lets it slide off. If possible, his eyes widen further, and he pushes her down again, kissing her passionately, and his hands come up to cup her chest. Her hips buck as he brushes a nipple, and he bites her lip at the sensation.

As his mouth moves lower, she makes sure she's fisting her hands in the blanket. When he latches on to her breast, she almost passes out with desire.

He doesn't seem to notice as he switches breasts and lets his hands work on getting her pants off. She reaches to help him, and soon, he's peeling them off of her. She sits up to help him with his, pressing kisses to his stomach, a boldness she didn't know she possessed taking over.

Pressing her back once again, he kisses her fiercely before pulling away to look at her. "I've heard it can hurt."

She smiles at him and brushes the hair out of his face, his consideration touching her. "You won't hurt me."

"I still want to be certain," he says, pressing another kiss to her lips before making his way down her body.

The realization of what he's about to do dawns right before he starts slowly licking at her clit. She only remembers to grab the sheets instead of his hair at the last second, trying to focus on not losing control completely. He makes it harder and harder, however, by adding a finger to massage her insides. She starts whimpering and moaning when he hits a spot that makes her see stars.

Pressure is building that she's never felt before, and she doesn't quite know what to do with it. It builds and builds as he caresses her and continues to feast on her, finally breaking when he suddenly sucks her clit into his mouth. She cries out, reaching for him blindly, all semblance of thought flying from her head. He grabs her hand, and she has to, letting the waves of pleasure slowly recede.

When she returns to herself, he's watching her with an intense expression, as if he's waiting for something. She smiles at him, feeling slightly sore but not in pain. Winding one arm around his neck, she gently tugs him in for a kiss.

The taste on his lips is foreign, but she finds it hard to care as his hand starts stroking her side again. This time, she lets her hand wander until it finds his erection and grips it lightly. He gasps and drops his head to the crook of her neck. Grabbing her hand, he places it next to her head.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asks, confused.

He shakes his head, kissing her again as he lines himself up with her. "I love you."

The first push of him is sharp but not painful. It's a strange sensation, and he stays still as she adjusts. The look on his face was one of concentration, and she found herself wondering, for all she'd had to hold back tonight, how much he'd also been holding back.

Feeling inexperienced, she moves her hips naturally, hoping he understands she's okay. His head drops to her shoulder again, and he starts moving slowly, rocking against her as he kisses her neck.

The more she gets used to the sensation, the better it feels, and soon, she finds herself mimicking his motions, her fingers stroking his side like he did for her earlier.

He shudders and starts moving faster, biting her shoulder lightly. She begins whimpering again, her cries getting louder and louder the faster he moves. She has to let go of his hand to grip the blanket underneath them again so she can grasp as hard as she can without hurting him as the pressure builds and breaks for a second time.

It's not as intense as the first one was, but it still leaves her tired. She could tell he was close to finishing, so she stroked his side again since he seemed to like it.

It works, and he collapses on her with a groan after a few more thrusts. Her arms wrap around him hesitatingly as his breathing slows, and she nudges his cheek with hers. "Ki-ho."

"Yes?" he mumbles into her shoulder.

She tries again, wanting to see his face. "Ki-ho."

He pulls back just far enough to meet her gaze. His smile is slow but blinding. "What is it, sweetheart?"

She smiles and raises a hand to brush the hair away from his face, where it's sticking due to the sweat. "I love you, too."

His eyes light up as he laughs and tugs her so she's curled against him as he lays back down. He squeezes her and presses a kiss to her head. "You're driving me crazy. Give me an hour, and we can go again."

"Are you insane?" She snorts, her eyes drifting closed, almost against her wishes. "Go to sleep."

He sighs, pressing another kiss to her head. "Okay."

Mok-ha awakens ahead of Ki-ho, her awareness returning a few minutes ago, despite her previous reluctance to open her eyes. Her arm is strewn over him, and she discovers, blearily, the nice length of his solid chest, one of her legs tangled between both of his. It's fortunate that she woke up before he did. It's hard to look beautiful early in the morning, and she's feeling a bit shy. Earlier, she kissed the scar on his back, and her blood raced when he passionately pulled her into a deep kiss. In addition, it's great that she'll have some time to herself before she has to engage in conversation!

With a gentle touch, Mok-ha leans in and kisses his soft, slightly tan skin. Her thoughts wandered to "subtle," a term she had recently looked up in the dictionary at Ki-ho's suggestion. She ponders how to incorporate it into a sentence: "I may not be the most subtle person, but I appreciate the beauty of subtle moments." It makes her smile as if she's a fizzy soda bubbling with joy. Once more. She is joyful as the prosecutor's verdict cleared Ki-ho's family of charges. Maybe common sense dictates that she should start exercising caution because this morning brought even more happiness if yesterday was the happiest day of her life. Despite facing various obstacles, she maintains a positive outlook on her singing career, relationships, and friendships, believing that her good fortune will persist.

Slowly pulling back, she looks at his face. Ki-ho is… so. He is so. So brave, decent, sincere, warm, loyal, gentle, and good (he's so good.) She supposes there must be a word for what she means other than "so," but it's not one of those times she feels particularly bothered about not being more sophisticated, smarter, or more complicated than she is.

As she hesitates for a moment, unsure of her next move, she gently caresses Ki-ho's chest and places a delicate kiss near his nipple. Her entire being becomes intensely focused, brimming with life, as she pulls back and gazes up, only to find that her wish has come true - he is looking back at her.

His right hand gently rests on her shoulder, drawing her closer as he caresses her with tender fingertips. "You continue to frustrate me." His voice has taken on a raspier and more playful tone, exuding a sense of dangerous honesty that sets him apart from his previous statements. His voice immediately captivates her as he wakes up after their intimate encounter.

I know—Mok-ha comes close to saying. But she goes back to her previous musings about responsibility and achieving fame. The words lose their impact (she plans to tease him later playfully, but he's a vulnerable man who has opened up to her once more, and she is determined to master the art of handling his heart with care). Instead, she steps back and gazes at him with a wide smile before playfully running her fingers through his hair. Ki-ho captures her mouth with a deliberate and confident touch, evoking a sense of familiarity. She experiences a surge of excitement, akin to a bubble rising to the surface, as she gently sucks on his bottom lip. However, this time, she feels more than just a bubble. She is also enveloped in a warm, passionate sensation, causing her to melt at the edges.