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A/N: Thank You to male1248, songofthemoon, Isha, Patricia Bustos, xyz and all those guest reviewers for reviewing. Special thanks to mamiyetty and cookiebee who reviewed for both chapters. Thank you guest who reviewed for chapter two, we don't know if you're the same guest who reviewed in chapter one.

"So typical of you, only thinking of yourself," said Gran.

"What do you plan to do? Keep him away from me forever," Woo Bin's dad replied.

"One can dream, right? I can't believe you would expect me to go ahead with your madness after everything."

"We didn't spend time together last New Year's, last Christmas, nor his last birthday, or the year before that, or the year before that." He looked at Woo Bin in desperation. "I have missed so much. Can you even remember the last time we got to spend proper time together?"

"And whose fault do you think that is?"

"There you go again!"

"Do you guys have to do this every time?" Slamming the door, Woo Bin stomped out of the room.

_oOo_

Woo Bin stared into his empty glass. Today's fight was still playing in his mind. Even alcohol wasn't having its usual soothing effect. He needed human contact. Strangely, the name that came to his mind, that made his lips curve into a smile, was not of the F4 members but of his new texting buddy, Jae Kyung.

She was by far the jolliest person he could think of. Like the taste of exotic imported scotch, she always succeeded in distracting him from the pandemonium that was his life. If memory serves, she returned to Seoul a week ago.

He shot her a text.

Want to try out that new cafe?

Sure. Heard their rum cake is divine. I'll see you in a bit.

An hour later, he sent her another text. No response. Another ten minutes passed by. Still no response. Should he send one of his men to look for her? Nah. That'll be too invasive. He'll wait it out.

Patience wasn't a virtue any of the F4 members possessed. Picking up his phone, he intended to give her another call, when it pinged.

Sorry. Got held up by my parents. I'll be there in five.

True to her word, five minutes later, he spotted her at the door. A clamoring of heels, she dashed towards him.

"Missed me?"

"Of course. My other friends are a snooze fest."

Taking the seat across from him, she jumped into a story about her latest adventure.

"And then it clicked. We were completely stranded. No signal. No car. Hardly any cash. At 3 a.m."

He tried to pay attention, but his mind kept drifting back to this morning. It had been six months since he had last seen his dad. He stabbed his drink with a straw. He was so excited. Like always. And it was a disaster, like always. But that was his own fault, wasn't it? He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. After all, when had family night ever been pleasant?

"The good news is, as it turns out, vampire bats don't cause vampirism. Or the bad news, depending on your perspective."

That statement broke his train of thought. "True that," he said, looking straight at her.

She didn't say much after that. But he felt her eyes on him, studying his expression.

"Bad day? You seem a little out of it."

He forced a smile. "It's not important."

"Tell you what." She put her drink down. "Let's ditch this place. I thought of something much better for us to do." Her face broke into a mischievous grin. "Let's play my favorite game."

_oOo_

"That is an awfully high wall," said Woo Bin.

Jae Kyung's favorite game was called You Turn My World Around. The rules were simple: sneak into people's houses and invert as many of their belongings as possible while undetected. So here they were, in front of Ji Hoo's house, their first victim.

"Let me climb on top of you."

Far too stunned for words, he let his face do the talking.

"Don't look at me like I asked for both your kidneys. I'm lighter than an autumn leaf."

After a wrestle with his sense of self-preservation, Woo Bin let the gentleman inside him win. Bending down, he allowed her to climb on his shoulders. She wasn't heavy, like promised, but fidgeted more than a child on a sugar high. With all that wobbling, she kept jabbing him with the heel of her foot.

"Young Master Song, what are you doing?" asked one of the security guards.

"We came to see Ji Hoo."

The guard looked like he wanted to comment on that but decided to stay mum. So they ended up entering through the gate. Ji Hoo, to nobody's surprise, was in deep slumber. Without any trouble whatsoever, they managed to invert all the small objects in the room and leave within minutes.

"Next step: Jun Pyo," said Woo Bin.

Jun Pyo's security guards were a lot less friendly than Ji Hoo's. Luckily, Woo Bin had a well-thought-out plan. He took out his copy of Jun Pyo's key.

"Jun Pyo gave you a key."

"No," said Woo Bin nonchalantly.

They tip-toed into Jun Pyo's room. Curled into a ball on the edge of his bed, he was watching some sappy romantic movie. The kind Woo Bin imagined Yi Jeong watching before bedtime.

"Oooh. Sixteen candles. Takes me back to my teen years," said Jae Kyung.

That name meant nothing to Woo Bin. "It's too risky to stay in here. Let's try another room."

It had been a while since he last stepped foot inside Jun Pyo's living room. For a second, he was struck by its beauty. An artist's heaven, it was filled with pictures, antique furniture, and several showpieces. A particularly interesting vase caught his attention. It looked like something that was picked up from Yi Jeong's studio. Considering that this was Jun Pyo's place, it probably was.

THUD.

Not watching his steps, he accidentally knocked over the miniature version of the Eiffel Tower.

The sound of approaching footsteps alerted the duo to trouble. Within no time, they securely hid themselves behind the sofa.

"Who is it?" Jun Pyo asked in his best commanding voice.

"The ghooooost of the attic," said Woo Bin while Jae Kyung made howling noises.

Jun Pyo tightened his grip on his bat and made his way across the room. To a stranger, he looked fearless, but Woo Bin was his childhood friend. He knew it was all a pretense.

"He'll eventually see us," said Jae Kyung.

After giving it some thought, he dialed Jun Pyo's number.

"Woo Bin, the ghost of the attic has come to haunt me!"

"Don't worry, bro. I'm on my way. Lock yourself in your bedroom until I get there."

As soon as Jun Pyo was gone, they left the same way they came. After the chance of being overheard was nil, Woo Bin burst into laughter, the fight from this morning forgotten.

"Next stop: Yi Jeong."

They made their way to the Wuss's studio. They were about to go in when they heard a woman's voice.

"Am I applying too much pressure?" the voice asked.

"Oooh, he has company. This would be fun," said Woo Bin while guiding Jae Kyung to the window behind the studio.

"Why are you so surprised? Yi Jeong doesn't look like someone who has never dated."

"Yes. But he never brought a girl to the studio before. This place is more sacred than a church to him."

He tried to get a peek at the girl, but the view from the window was blurry at best. All he could tell was that she had a nice figure.

"You need to slow down. Speed hinders the enjoyment," said Yi Jeong.

Woo Bin and Jae Kyung exchanged a look. Each word drew them more into the mystery. What was going on in there? Most of the view was blocked by all the high tables. They pressed themselves closer to the glass in the hope of hearing things more clearly.

"Yes, glide your hands like this. Very good."

To Woo Bin's utter horror, Yi Jeong turned towards the window. The duo ducked, but in vain.

"Let me tell you about the time Woo Bin got rejected by a girl," said Yi Jeong.

"He knows we are here. Let's go."

"But I want to hear the story."

It took some convincing to get Jae Kyung to leave their hiding spot, but eventually, Woo Bin was able to bribe her with fish cakes. God bless fish cakes.

_oOo_

Yi Jeong sat in his studio waiting for Ga Eul to arrive, their last conversation still on his mind.

"Yi Jeong, can you do me a favor?" Ga Eul had asked.

"Sure."

"Could you teach me pottery?"

He regarded her with a puzzled expression.

"Your love for the art is inspiring. It would be a real honor."

He tried his best not to blush. "Have you always wanted to learn pottery?"

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she stared at the ground with a thoughtful expression. He was taken aback by her secrecy. With the wheels of curiosity churning in his mind, he agreed to her request.

Sure, it was a little unusual and could prove a little difficult. Pottery came so naturally to him that he was unsure how to teach it to someone else. But he would never deny anyone the joy of experiencing the magic the human hand was capable of.

The creaking door brought him back to reality.

"Come in, please," he said.

For a second, she stood frozen, a dazed look in her eyes. She roamed around the room for ten minutes, admiring all the pots and bowls on display. Yi Jeong beamed with pride. His studio was any potter's heaven. After he thought she had been given enough time to admire and appreciate the beauty of this place, he brought her clay and a wheel.

Sitting on a bench in front of her, he repeated his earlier question. "So, did you always want to learn pottery?"

She sighed. "I guess I do owe you some kind of explanation." She picked at the clay. "I've always known how my life would turn out. I would get a regular education, and then, like my mom, I'd spend my days looking after my husband and our children."

She held his gaze. The sheer conviction in them took him by surprise.

"But before I surrender to what fate has in store, there are certain dreams I want fulfilled. Learning a skill is one of them."

"I get what you're saying, but... I'm still confused."

Diving into her pocket, she handed him a folded piece of paper. He carefully opened it, trying his best not to crease it. It was a list of sorts. The first two items were crossed off, and Learning a skill was the third item.

"It's a list of twenty things I want to do before accepting my inevitable future."

"The first two items—Work on a flaw and Horseback riding—are crossed off. What was the flaw?"

"I was such a clutz. If the girl I was a year ago had walked in here, at least two of your bowls would have been smashed," she said with a laugh.

Yi Jeong winced. The thought of his precious bowls being broken…

After regaining his composure, he said, "I never took you to be the clumsy type. Did you do horseback riding in Caledonia?"

She nodded.

Now that his curiosity was quenched, he started the lesson.

"I think it's too early to work on the wheel. Let's just try molding clay today."

"Am I applying too much pressure?"

Nodding, he adjusted her hand. With his fingers on top of hers, they molded clay. It felt kind of strange; this was the first time he was holding a girl's hand for a strictly professional reason.

"You need to slow down. Speed hinders the enjoyment."

She wasn't bad for a beginner. She listened with rapt attention and tried her best not to distort the shape.

"Yes, glide your hands like this. Very good."

"Did you hear that? I think it's coming from the window."

His face pressed against the glass, stood Woo Bin, trying his best to spy. Someday, his unhealthy need to meddle would land him in some real trouble.

"Let me tell you about the time Woo Bin got rejected by a girl," he said as loudly as he could. "I think that should take care of that."

"So, what's the story of Woo Bin and the girl?"

"A few years ago, when we were all innocent twelve-year-olds—"

His ringing cell phone cut him off.

"I'm locked inside my room. Help me," said a hysterical Jun Pyo.

"Then open the door."

"From the outside! I think the ghost locked me."

"What ghost?"

"The ghost of the attic."

This had Woo Bin written all over it.

"Hold on, I'm coming."

A/N: Hello readers, I know the story is a little slow right now but we have some interesting things planned for the next few chapters. Just be a little patient. So…

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