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Woo Bin made his way to the dusty, crowded bus stop in Macau. He didn't love the long wait. He didn't love the constant pushing at the door. He didn't love the ear-piercing noise. But he did love people-watching.

And he should. As the future head of the mafia, it was important for him to understand the lives of ordinary people.

Besides, despite how taxing spending an entire day without any luxury was, it had its perks. His bodyguards gave him some real space. For once. That alone made the trade worth his while. With that in mind, he boarded the bus.

Once seated, he took a second to study his surroundings. The bus was filled with such fascinating people. Two seats ahead of him sat a highly dolled-up old lady. Dressed from top to bottom in pink, she was quite the sight.

Clunk, went an object as it hit the ground.

Being the gentleman he was, he bent to pick it up. The song on display, My Gym Partner Is a Monkey, made him switch focus to the owner of the iPod instead: a pretty girl with a sparkle in her eyes and mischievousness in her smile.

"That's a rather interesting song you were playing," he said.

"One of my favorites." She held out her hand. "Ha Jae Kyung."

"Song Woo Bin."

And so began the weirdest encounter of his life.

Soon enough, the conversation moved on to other things: dogs, the pink lady, and unicorns, before finally stopping on a bet. He was sure that the couple seated in front of them was dating, but she insisted they were siblings.

"Look at the way they're sitting. Barely any space between them. That is the mark of a couple."

On hearing this, she scooted closer, leaned in, and whispered, "Oh, look, we're dating now."

"Very funny."

"Siblings can also sit close. But couples hold hands, cuddle, and stare at each other a lot."

They took a peek at the couple. They weren't staring at each other. They were, however, now eyeing Woo Bin and Jae Kyung suspiciously.

"Is there anything wrong, sir?" the man asked.

Woo Bin was saved from answering by the bus coming to a halt. Both he and Jae Kyung ran for the exit.

Once they had put at least a good half kilometer between themselves and the bust stop, she turned to him and asked, "Lunch? I'm famished."

"Sure. There's this cafe right down the corner. It serves the best sandwiches."

During the entire meal, Woo Bin couldn't take his eyes off her. She ordered chicken cream soup. Nothing unusual about that. Perfectly innocuous. Mundane even. But she proceeded to add the most ungodly things to it: marshmallows, orange juice, pickles. Maybe she was developing some kind of poison? Woo Bin searched for an unoffensive way to frame the question.

Jae Kyung saved him the trouble.

"I'm trying to find the most unusual flavors that go together," she said.

"Ahh, a fellow adventurer." He nibbled on his sandwich. "I once rubbed different condiments on my shoes, then slid down the staircase railing. To check which one gave the most boost."

"That's a good one. I'll try it out." Taking a sip of her soup, she wrote something down in her notebook. "Have some. It's better than you would expect."

She pushed her bowl towards him. Woo Bin felt awfully brave today. He took one sip. Then promptly spit it out.

"Okay. Not these flavors, then." She handed him a napkin. "Guess the third time isn't the charm."

He flashed her a smile. "You'll find the right flavors. It took me seven tries."

"So, which condiment was it? Olive oil? Butter? Ohhh, Margerine?"

He opened his mouth to reply when the door to the restaurant burst open. A tall, muscular woman, dressed in all black, charged towards them.

"Hi, Chen," said Jae Kyung.

"Young Mistress! What were you thinking? Sneaking out of the party like that."

Jae Kyung stirred her soup. "Come on. That was no party. There was no music. No dancing. And no people my age."

Chen glared at her.

"It was going on forever. I was bored."

Chen's eyes softened. "I know it's been a tough month. Especially after what happened with—"

Jae Kyung gripped her spoon. "We've been over this." She forced a smile. "I'm fine."

"Young Mistress…"

"But you need to chill out a little. Father is busy with his associates. He won't notice I'm gone for another two hours. Minimum."

"That's not the point. You can't go gallivanting across town on your own like that."

"But I wasn't alone. At least not the entire time," said Jae Kyung, pointing to him.

Chen put both her arms on the table and leaned in. "You can't have lunch with total strangers either. He could be a murderer. Or a kidnapper. Or a—"

"He's not a stranger. He's Woo Bin."

"Song Woo Bin." He bowed. "I'm not a murderer. Or a kidnapper. Or any other type of criminal."

Jae Kyung got up from her seat. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you next time. Promise."

"There. Will. Be. No. Next. Time," said Chen.

"Of course. That's what I meant." She winked.

Jotting something down in her notebook, she handed him the page. "It's my phone number."

With that said, she let Chen escort her out.

_oOo_

When Woo Bin returned to the hotel, he wanted nothing more than a nice, long nap. But someone out there refused to let that be. His phone kept ringing. Incessantly. No matter how many times he declined the call, it would start up again.

After the tenth time, Woo Bin gave up and answered.

It was Yi Jeong.

Of course, it was Yi Jeong. Who else in his life completely lacked any phone etiquette?

"Hello, the bane of my existence. What did you do this time?" Woo Bin asked.

"Gu Jun Pyo."

Gu Jun Pyo: the reason for most of the hysteria in the group.

"He has completely lost it! He has been calling Jan Di and hanging up for the past twenty minutes. It's crazy. We need to do something about this."

Woo Bin shook his head. There was no chance of a peaceful nap now. "Is Ji Hoo there, too?"

"Yes," said Ji Hoo.

"It's a code red. Woo Bin. A code red," said Yi Jeong.

Woo Bin shoved his hair back from his face. He hated having important meetings over the phone, but it didn't look like he had a choice. The Gu Jun Pyo problem was increasing by the minute. It was time they put an end to it.

_oOo_

The F4 lounge was in utter chaos today. Jun Pyo had always been crazy, but this time even Yi Jeong was worried. They had let this Jan Di thing get too far. In the beginning, watching Jun Pyo go bananas over a girl was amusing, but now it had the potential to cause serious harm.

"We have to talk to him," said Woo Bin through the phone.

"Listening isn't exactly Jun Pyo's strong suit," said Ji Hoo.

As sad as it was, Yi Jeong couldn't help but agree. When it came to romance, Jun Pyo was highly unreasonable. Actually, he was like that with most things. Jun Pyo was known for his money, power, and good looks, not for his rationality.

"Maybe we should speak to Jan Di," Ji Hoo suggested.

"Spoken like someone who has never been on the receiving end of one of her spin-kicks," said Woo Bin.

Yi Jeong agreed. Despite her small size, Jan Di could do a lot of damage when she was angry. "I say we try influencing her through one of her friends."

"Know any of her friends, Ji Hoo?" asked Woo Bin.

"We can try that girl from the porridge shop—Ga Eul. I think that's her name." He turned to Yi Jeong. "I nominate the ex-Casanova."

"Nobody ever called me that."

"Right," said Woo Bin. "His success rate was mediocre at best."

Yi Jeong crossed his arms. "Says the guy with the lamest pickup lines."

"You know what? I agree with Ji Hoo. Let's send Yi Jeong. I hope Ga Eul spin-kicks too."

"Great," said Ji Hoo. "Now that that's settled—"

"Hold up. Flirting with a woman isn't the same as reasoning with her. Ji Hoo is much better at that stuff," said Yi Jeong.

Ji Hoo patted his back. "But you make the ladies swoon."

This went on for another ten minutes.

"Let's put it to a vote," said Woo Bin.

Yi Jeong lost the vote. Obviously.

He shouldn't have insulted Woo Bin's pickup lines. Reluctantly, he picked up his coat and headed for the door, where he nearly crashed into a panting Jan Di.

The poor girl looked like she had run a marathon.

"Where is Woo Bin Sunbae? Is he alright?" she asked.

Ji Hoo handed her a bottle of water. "In Macau. What happened?"

"I got twenty-three missed calls from Jun Pyo. I thought something terrible happened. Everything is okay, right?"

"Everything's fine. Jun Pyo has just lost it," said Yi Jeong while making his way past her.

It was time to get it over with.

Following Ji Hoo's directions to a T, he soon found himself outside the porridge shop. It was not as shabby as Jun Pyo had described it. In fact, it looked rather cozy. Then again, Jun Pyo wasn't known for his descriptive skills either.

The shop was mostly empty, except for the waitress wiping the table.

"Does Geum Jan Di work here?" he asked.

She turned to face him. "Yes, but she is not here right now."

For a second, Yi Jeong lost his train of thought. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Do you want me to take a message?"

He fixed his shirt. "You're her friend, right?"

"Yes… what is this about?"

He gestured for her to take a seat. "I'm a friend of Jun Pyo. As you know, he's become rather"—he tapped the table—"enamored with your friend. Lately."

She pressed her lips.

"Look. Jan Di's a great girl. But with people like us, relationships are never that simple." He rested his hand against his forehead. "Jun Pyo means well. But… things could get rather... messy. Especially for someone in Jan Di's position. You understand, right?"

"You think you can manipulate anyone with that expression, don't you?"

He shot his head up.

"You don't give a damn about Jan Di. You just don't want your precious Gu Jun Pyo dating a commoner."

"No. I—that's not—what I'm trying to say—"

She got up. "Rest assured; Jan Di has no intention of climbing that tree."

"Hey, listen." Taking her hand, he flashed her the most charming smile he could muster.

She pulled back. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not that good-looking."

Yi Jeong was far too stunned to form a coherent response.

_oOo_

When Woo Bin entered the F4 lounge, he was greeted by the sight of a mumbling Yi Jeong inspecting himself in front of the mirror.

"She called me UGLY! Am I ugly? Am I? Am I?"

"It's not that your plight doesn't wound my soul, but I just got back from Macau, and I'm exhausted."

Woo Bin made his way past him and crashed on the couch.

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