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:: third pov::

Changmin had completely ruined her mood by criticizing her cooking. She had come early to her home to make a homemade Chicken and Mushroom Fricassee for Changmin and herself because she was in a great mood and desperately was craving home food. However, Changmin took one look and threw it out in the garage right in front of her face. She stormed off after that act he did. wandering around the streets, with nowhere to go, she stumbled at a bar. She took a few shots, her brain finally settling on what life she was living.

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Pissed off at the work that was assigned by his professor, even more, that he was about to vomit. He left his apartment for a breath of fresh air, wandering around in an isolated park. swung himself on the swing looking up at the stars. bored out of his mind, what else can you do on a Thursday night? go to the bar.

He was taken aback seeing her, recognizing her beautiful side profile, consuming multiple shots. He slowly and carefully took a seat by her. However, she didn't divert her attention other than the empty shot glasses in front of her. He ordered one soju bottle as his attention was on the ballerina.

"You know people expect artists, to use their art to express emotions, but sometimes they are just dummies, not knowing to act their age and act like spoiled babies," she abruptly said, with an irritated tone, but what was interesting was she gently placed the shot glass in her hand on the counter.

"Are you mad at someone too," he said devastated

"No, just at stupid artists," she sighed, slowly turning her head to Mark. Since he was already admiring her, they locked eye contact with each other. She felt imitated by him, he was looking at her as if she were a beautiful statue on display. Thinking the worst and in the state of being drunk. She brought her hand up and in a swing motion, slapped the shit out of him. The slap was so hard it left a red mark on the young lad. Out of realization, she discovers that she just hit the man in front of her. Out of guilt, she jumped out of her chair, and on her knees, crying, and apologizing to the man all at once.

He stood there in shock trying to process the slap from the same woman begging for his forgiveness. Realizing the state she was in, he got out of his chair. Calming down Yuseo profusely, then getting her back on her two legs, but she is still sobbing, now in the warmth of his chest. He quickly got out his card and paid for his drink and her seventeen shots. He apologized to the bartender and the people in the bar for her disturbance and quickly guided her out of the bar.

The coldness of winter hit them with a fresh but chilly breeze. He took a breath in, and looked at the stars, finally having time to let his mind settle. He looks back at Yuseo, realizing she never bought herself a coat when she came to the bar. She was so angry that she forgot to take her coat with her to the bar. Being the gentleman he is, he took off his coat and placed it on her shoulder as she was still crying in his chest, he smiled at her and chuckled to himself how a random Thursday night, he got a girl crying in his chest. but then drifted his mind to another thought. who could have given this elegant woman a terrible mood? he then tried to make small talk with her

"Maam do you know where your home address is?" he asked softly as the girl slowly picked up her head from his chest, looking at him with her watery eyes. She didn't answer his question but responded

"I don't want to go there," she admitted, looking him straight in the eyes. Making him fold and blush. She was already a beauty but seeing her in a drunken state made him even more have a liking for her.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked as he had no other questions.

"Anywhere with you," she said and snuggled her head back into his chest, she didn't even realize how much her statement had made him blush. She then picked up her head