Swinging the bat with all her might, connects with the ball, wishes a burst of flames would spark, igniting all her troubles away. Frustration sets in, her only relief seems to be the batting cage where she can take out her aggression on some innocent baseballs. Finding out that their leading superstar writer has gone missing in action right before a main event with the added pressure that she is the bounty hunter sent to locate the escapee. She vents to her best friend, writer Na Ji Na, inquires if she knows any bad guys she wants to kill. Dong Kyung figures she needs to find a replacement for Myeol Mang so she can relieve her worries of pretending to fall in love with him…
Walking home, darkly lighted street, Dong Kyung's footsteps felt heavy, carrying her purse in one hand, a black plastic bag in the other. Her tiredness shows in drooped shoulders, head hung low, a slow calculated walk homeward. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs the bag, reaches takes the same hand in his own.
She jumps, gasps, "You scared me. What is this suddenly?"
Tightly holding onto her hand, Myeol Mang asks, "So, did you look for a bad guy who'd die in place of you?"
Clearing her throat, quietly says, "I'm searching, so don't worry."
Still holding her hand, glances over, says, "I still get worried even if you tell me not to worry. You're special to me."
She stops walking, pulls her hand away, sarcastically says, "Wow. Look at you playing tricks."
Turning, he looks down into her face, gently smiles, says, "What do you mean tricks? I'm sincere."
Glancing up, unbelieving of his sincerity, says, "Hey, if you're going to do stuff like that, at least bring some flowers or something."
Grinning, says, "Oh, is that what I need?"
She snickers, "Gosh, seriously. Do you want to try?"
Confused, asks, "Why are you mad? I'm helping out."
Standing closely, points a finger at his chest, says, "You're not helping out, but getting in the way."
"Give it back. I'm going to carry th…"
Her last words die as her attempt at wrestling the bag from his firm grip fail. As further humiliation, he uses his stature, holding the bag well over his head where she hops in hopes of reaching the bag. Pleased at her cuteness, continues with his teasing, further annoying her, whining, says, "Hey, I'm warning you. Don't be nice to me from now on. Give it back! Hey! Give! Gosh, really."