"Goodbye forever, Mr. Kim," she whimpered, trying to push back the lump forming in her throat and walked away from him. The thought of leaving a job has always only created pictures of agony, frustration, and desperation in her mind. It was still there, but this time it was different. Pain of losing someone special. Agony of putting her ego over her feelings, frustration of struggling with her own mind, and desperation to stay with a stranger who came out of blue and became an inevitable part of her soul. This is strange. What's this feeling? She doesn't know. Is there a name to it? She doesn't know. But there's one question that wiggled her mind above all: Does he feel the same? She didn't have to wait a mere second to get her answer. He came running after her like his life depends on it. Their eyes locked, there's a stillness, like the moment when you see the lightening and then you hear the thunder. She tried to push him away and hate him numerous times. He's turning her life into a living hell, afterall. Then why, stranger? Why do I want you so bad? Am I crazy or are you a magic? She wanted to ask. But before she could part her lips to ask, he pressed his lips on her and it's like nothing she ever felt before. Is this love? Is this hate? She didn't want any answers anymore. All she wanted is that moment..to stay..forever.. She wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulder. Half elated, half terrified that he'd vanish if she didn't hang on. Her fear came true. Just when it seemed like she's ready to erase all her senses and melt into this ethereal feeling she never knew existed, he pushed away. He ran away with her heart and there's not a damn thing she could do to take revenge. How did once dominant, self-centric girl grow so helpless? "I'll never forgive you, Kim Jongin" she muttered as her words faded into thin air...