Kyle bids Angel goodbye. He pretended to drive peacefully, he pretended to be okay, he pretended to be not affected- a real reliable person with no ulterior motive whatsoever. "F*ck!" He shouted inside his car as he abruptly pulls his car on the side, just two blocks away from Angel's house. A series of honking cars and angry drivers follows, irritated pedestrians also shouted at him but he couldn't care less. Kyle buried his face on the steering wheel, his hands dangling lifelessly on the sides. For a split second, he imagines going back, continuing the kiss that was stolen from him. He imagines confrontations, saying things he shouldn't say, asking questions he shouldn't ask, but he is smarter than that- better yet he knows better than being dragged by emotions – he is a doctor anyway making decisions over emotions is one of the things he majored in. A tear rolled on Kyle's face. He would have been in this situation longer if not for a phone call. Just when he thought that the call saved him from his misery, it is exactly the opposite- it drastically turned his day from a bad day to a worst. He did not answer the call. He just looked at it for a minute and throw the phone at the back of the car where it landed safely in the back seat... He took a deep breath, started the engine of his car, he initially speeds to the hospital but after a few minutes, he took a u-turn, heading to somewhere else... He tried to not think of anything, but an occasional picture of a lovely woman tickles his mind, it is not necessarily annoying but it is not pleasing as well. It is never a good feeling when you cannot act on your emotions. Anything suppressed is bound to be released soon. Kyle knows this, he knows that one of these days the hidden tiger inside will crawl its way out. He knows it, but still, he is fighting day by day, delaying the event when things will go out of hand; preparing a plan to stay by her side, but life is not a surgery, there are certain things that you cannot fix even if you are the best surgeon the world has ever met. A vision of an elegant house situated in the heart of Myeong-Dong. Lush green trees, refreshing breeze that would be able to cure even the most depressed souls, however, Kyle would have been an exception. He calmly park his car in the front, walk towards the Narra wood entrance of the magnificent abode. Though his features and stand will go very well with the calmness of the place and its beauty, his sad brown eyes send a clear signal of sorrow and sadness that even the finest beauty of this place cannot cure. Just when Kyle is opening the gate, a cold hand of a man appears on the side stopping him. This man's existence seems that his presence made the place from a warm welcoming resthouse to a cold and indifferent place where rest is not the main menu. Kyle slapped his hand, and face him. He then realized that the man is not alone. This tall handsome man with striking Parisian looks chuckled in a somewhat insulting manner. He places his hands on the sides of his waist walked towards Kyle, removed his sunglasses in one hand revealing his full face. "What the heck are you doing here Steven, you even brought minions with you," Kyle sarcastically said while getting the sunglasses in Steven's hands and wearing them. Kyle nods in satisfaction as he looked up to the sky and did not get a sudden headache from his astigmatism. "Do you think I will not find you here?" Steven said in a sarcastic tone while removing his sunglasses from Kyle, "And buy your own, you are rich." Kyle moved his hands in an attempt to retrieve his lost toy that wasn't even him to start with "You are always like that, you like things that are not meant for you." Steven smiled as he puts his sunglasses deep into the inside pocket of the maple suit he is wearing. "Habits die hard," Kyle said while putting out his own pair of Photochromic glasses. "I don't know why you are depressed today, but you know you can't hide from me right? You should have just answered my call and made our lives easier." The man in the maple suit said in an annoyed tone. " I just can't do anything myself can't I?" Kyle said in a low tone while kicking the innocent pebble in front of his shoes as if it did something to add to his misery today. Steven looked at Kyle with sad eyes, but he knows both he and him can't do anything. They are just mere puppets who can't do anything on their own. Mere actors who just follow directions. The next scene brings us to one of the VVIP restaurants in Seoul, with Kyle, dashing as he always has been in his silk two-piece suit layered by a cashmere sweater underneath, looking sleek but laid back. His looks will give you the impression that he is from the top 1% of the population, however, it is also clear that he dragged himself to this place to be with you. With a laid-back but classy look, he is turning heads even this restaurant full of people who have the fattest back accounts and flaying black AMEX. tapping his Louis Vuitton, Manhattan Richelieu shoes along with the distinct sound of expensive china, the air is filled with a mix of fine wine, red roses, and expensive perfume. It is already fifteen minutes before the appointment time. Kyle is on the verge of losing his cool, he would have been chilling on his resthouse but was dragged here, out of choice, and made to wait for someone whom he did not know and don't even care for. After two more minutes, a towering maiden appeared in view, and she stands out for not the most auspicious reasons. Wearing a cashmere sweater that has a shade of dark blue on top moving over to white, ripped jeans that show sides of her legs, dark aviator sunglasses with silver rim, brown cowgirl boots, all while loudly chewing a piece of gum with her full red lips. This attractive lady makes stares ricochet, as she glares at anyone whom she sees throwing shades and glances at her. Kyle finds her both annoying and interesting, but not interesting enough to make him want to have a conversation with her, in fact when she sat down at the same table with him, the only that runs to his mind is "You gotta be kidding me,"