Sehun leaned against the brick wall just outside the coffee shop where she worked as a part time waitress. His whole attitude screams "Don't fuck with me or I will bite your head off!" Disguted, Ji-Eun shook her head and continued working. She's pretty sure the handsome blond boy is trouble.

The day wore on but Sehun stayed pretty much near the same spot. The next time she glanced his way, Ji Eun was startled to see Sehun looking directly at her with unreadable expression. She was even more unnerved when she felt him looking at her for the rest of the time she was working. Frowning, she quickly ducked into the employee's locker / lounge area to quickly change out of her uniform. When she came out, Sehun was seated on a large Harley Davidson ... waiting it seems for something, or someone.

Who doesn't know Oh Sehun? Handsome, rich, smart, sexy, actor/idol...heartthrob. Headache. Heartache. Bad Boy. That's what her mother would say he is. Good girls like her should stay away from Bad Boys like him.

"Hey! Guess what day it is?" Soo, Ji Eun's best friend was cutely squealing.

"Bwo?" Ji Eun asked, genuinely clueless as to what she means.

"It's friday...and its payday!" Soo was jumping up and down.

"NO!" Ji-Eun shook her head. She knew where this is going. She's going to try and talk Ji-Eun into either shopping or a party.

"Goodnight, Soo. I will see you on monday." She smiled at her friend and started walking home. A loud roaring rumbled past her as she noted Sehun driving away on his expensive bike.

Ji Eun arrived at her home about fifteen minutes after she left her workplace.

Outside, Sehun looked pensively at her bedroom lights turning on.

Two hours later, her bedroom lights were turned off. "Good Night Ji Eun......my love" he whispered under his breath. Sehun looked up one last time before getting back on his bike and driving away.

Ji Eun woke up the following morning crying again for the faceless man in her dreams. The man who broke her heart. The man she couldn't remember. The man who fathered her child. The child that she lost in childbirth.

She got up and quietly padded barefoot to the room connected to her room. A single lonely crib stood empty. The room was cold, dusty and musty.

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