"And what's this all about again?" I softly whispering on his right ear as I walk beside him, linking my hand on his following his step. We met so many people today, hotels, restaurants, companies, even the factories. I heard that Jeon family had most of assets in this country, but crap, I never imagine it will be this tiring to be as rich as this old man beside me.

Everyone is bowing their head, respectfully toward us, correct, it's toward him. He casually returning their greeting while pointing at something, anything if that's possible, to me. Letting me know who's the one who take responsible in the place. Introducing me as his heir, even make me more tired. I tell him that I don't want to be introduced as one, but he keeps make everyone calling me miss Jeon Panpriya. How annoying.

"You know I've already gave some of my company to Jungkook." I nodded, of course, he makes Jungkook freaking busy with all the extra works. Not even mentioning how tired Jungkook when he arrived at home late night, not even wonder if I found him lying under the table anymore, sleeping peacefully of course. "But I still had more companies to be handled, and I need my resting."

"Yeri will be more than happy to take that." I said and he immediately stop his track make me startled and taking away my hand from his arm. I never show him my respect, because, because I am comfortable with him talking like, a friend. I talk boldly and bluntly to him, when in normal state mom will scold me, but him, he let me do what I want to do. That was the inherit, he is just like dad. He set me free as who and what I am.

"I want you to take all of the things." He said firmly as he plays with my hair. "Jungkook will help you."

"What are you talking about?" I ask him curious. Despite of us who is now standing in the middle of the hallway, there is no one approaching our way, the bodyguards of him spreading around, keeping people to take another route.

"This is about the pure blood, grandchild." I look at his eyes confuse.

"Jungkook will be the most perfect person for your entire kingdom." I tell him.

"Exactly." He said clicking his thumb and then leading me to the nearest bench. "Do you like him?"

"Grandpa." I protest to him not even realize of what I address him which is make his face turn bright. "I mean, sir, as much as I hate the fact that I am the Jeon's family, so does Jungkook." He only smiling toward me as I am wrinkling my own forehead. Did he just, buying what Yeri said?

"You sure can always run everything in here by you yourself, dear. And make Jungkook as your right hand is a good thing you should do." I was gawking at his serious tone, it couldn't be. "But as you know how I love Jungkook as my own grandchild."

"Of course, he is." I answer him but he raises his hand quickly making me shut my mouth up in a second.

"But I only had one son." What? "He is rebel and full of temper. But he had the softest heart in this world. As adorable as his only daughter, the only heir, the pure blood of Jeon. I only have you."

"Grandchild."

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"So, you won't go home this month either?" I rolled my eyes as mom once again whining from the other side of the phone. I've been postponed to back home to Swiss for at least 2 months until now. I've been rooting for the place, for the lovely people around here. As that old man told me the story of this family, I am aware that he might be so lonely.

He likes Jungkook so much, adoring Yeri as much as he does to me. But in one flinch, his face will turn cold as the recall of the fact hit his brain. I don't know how it happened, so complicated and tiring to even understand. Jeon Jung-Hyun, the father of Jungkook in fact was the best friend of dad, they met in school, and become friend because they had some of things in particular. Their brown eyes, their smile, their everything.

He was the part of the orphanage in the city, 9 years old of two friends become tighter. One day, dad just heard about the father of Jungkook who will be taken by the new family, to the other city. Being soft heart, he plea on grandpa, asking one more brother to live in the house as his birthday present. Jeon Jung-Hyun.

It was a perfect family, they grow up as the two gorgeous and handsome mans, the temperament and yet alluring dad, and the obedient also innocent Jeon Jung-Hyun. Not after they came back from the US, and meeting womans while in fact both of them already arranged by grandpa. They run away, being all hot blood youngster, not even giving the old man time to know the family.

He did apologize to me, he does. And I don't want to punish him more, as the thought of how sad and heart broken, he must leave with only one true family left with him. And unfortunately, that's me.

"Mom, I need to take care something in here." I tell her softly smiling assuring her that I will go home one day, I just don't know what time it will be happen.

"I don't want to hear the same story from the same person." She means Jungkook, she hates him. That's what another reason of her weight heart feeling to let me live in here. Because Jungkook is around me.

"Definitely not, mother." I promise her. "Okay, can you tell Marco that I missed him. And to that little boy there." Playfully I tease mom about her pregnancy, she is 7 months pregnant, the doctor said it was a boy, when the fact she wants one more girl. I and Marco more than happy to know the news, no more princess for me to compete, one prince to treasure.

"You promise me you will help me taking care of this one." She said sadly playing with her own hand. That's our habit when we feel sad anyway.

"I will mom. I miss you." I tell her while eyeing her watery eyes. This is so dilemma of my life. That one there need someone to stop her drama queen state, and in here that old grandpa needs someone to annoy him so he would be sad less. If I can split my body, I will. I swear I will. "I got to go mom; I'll call you again later."

"I shouldn't let you go in the first place." She then covering her face with her both palm make me want to cry to.

"Mom, I will go now." I threat her, feeling uneasy to see her condition.

"He will steal you from me."

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"So, there is one man, from Hong family." Yeri instantly watching grandpa with that sparkling in her eyes as the name spelled. "Asking permission to get to know more one of our flowers in here." I smile as I studied her face turn to red.

Hong Jong Hyeon. The attractive, tall and handsome guy she adores so much. She tells me everything about him, our family had a good relationship with his. Yeri and him usually meet when the elder asking both of them to play golf, grandpa also numerous times inviting that family to eat dinner with us. His family is the rich one too. I feel bad for the married arrangement between rich family, that's all only about politics and money. But to see how Yeri loves Jong Hyeon-ssi make me ease with the thought.

"What did he say?" Jungkook who's just arrived from U.K to run our new family branch company not really put his interest about the talk, as he looks at his sister with such a tease stare. I smile at the view, such a happy family.

"He wanted to have a personal meeting with the flower here." Playfully grandpa answering him. As Yeri protesting at how Jungkook stare, which is make her blushing, punching his broad shoulder lightly then come the hurricane which can't be predictable by no one. "And I say yes."

"Be ready, Lisa." As the awkward and tense atmosphere build, I look at my grandpa who never stop to surprise me. "He wants to know more about you, and I say that he can."

Roaming the table as my stare landed on hardened jaw and stern stare of Jungkook, do you think I want it? And then looking at the sight of always tense Irene, her stare might burn me in any seconds, and lastly, to the youngest which is now looking at me bitterly, sadly.

Why did this all always happen to me? Can't I quite now?

"Liking the fact, a fine and rich guy hitting on you, huh?" it feels like my heart fell to the ground as the rude words falling from his lips. No, I wasn't that desperate bitch. Jeon fucking Kook. 

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"Nice outfit." he said among the crowd of Hongdae street, he set us a fancy dinner in a big restaurant which is own by him, of course. He doesn't look bad thought, he is also having a good manner, he keeps talking even thought I ignore him with one smile or only one nodded. He must be really frustrated to watch me shifting uncomfortably on my chair as he asks me if I want to go somewhere.

So here we are, surrounding by peoples, in the middle of the streets of Hongdae I found that I become more comfortable beside this man. "Thanks." I responded as I look around watching the performance of teenagers in front of us.

I really miss the time when I were young, there are so many things I wanted to do. But I should bury all of that dream along with the pain. I watch over the cafe across the street where B.I and Jinny usually met and had fun, what's that guy doing just now in heaven? I really wonder.

"I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable with the sudden invitation." I snap back to the reality to hear Hong Jong Hyeon's voice beside me. I look at him, studying his manly and yet cute smile on his face.

"No, it's not. Really." I tell him while waving my hand as I want him to not think too much of my action. "I just, hard to talk with stranger."

"Stranger." he chuckled covering his adorable lips and then watching me seriously. "I already introduce myself to you a while ago, Lisa-ssi." he said make me smile instantly. Yeah. He is a good company to talk with, but the thought of Yeri who will be frowning to me sometime scared me.

"We barely meet." I tell him. "We never talk personally, and you look comfortable beside Yeri."

"Oh, she is like my own sister. We grew up together. So that's why." holy crap. He friends zoned Yeri in this state. "And I feel a bit shy to talk to you first since you seem unapproachable."

I nodded my head, agree. I don't want anyone to give their attention toward me.

"I know this may feel so sudden for you, but Lisa-ssi, you captured my attention." I look up at him straightly, no, I don't want your attention. Please just go.

I just heard you found the one you've been looking,
You've been looking for.
I wish I would have known that wasn't me.

That voice again, why did I always been hearing the same voice as I try to be close with another man. That voice playing like mantra which will always successfully looking back at my past. To the man I left.

"Lisa-ssi, I think I like you."

Cause even after all this time I still wonder.
Why I can't move on
Just the way you did so easily

But the voices seem so close, seems so real, as the screaming from the same spot we used to perform our charity event raised, my legs unconsciously bring me near the crowd.

Don't wanna know.
Kind of dress you're wearing tonight
If he's holding' onto you so tight
The way I did before

And there he is, standing proudly, earning scream from the crowd because of his soft voices, because of his existence.

"Lisa-ssi, as we know how mature we are, I won't waste more time to spend it playing around."

I overdosed.
Should've known your love was a game.
Now I can't get you out of my brain.
Oh, it's such a shame.

His voice somehow shooting the invisible bullets right to my heart, along with the meaningful lyric he always chooses to sing. The song become more vivid than the original singer could make it.

"Will you marry me, Lisa-ssi?"

One man knelled down right in front of me, holding that shiny diamond ring Hong Jong Hyeon ssi look at me who's simply look away watching the man where my heart belongs with. Not even blinking my eyes as the man who sing on the higher stage met my stare. Watching rudely to the view of the man proposing in front of me he then bit his lips annoyingly and yet sexily, before he drops the mic while running toward our direction not even care of how people asking him to come back and finish his show, he approaches me, reaching the hand of me he then makes me run and run and run.

Can't even bring myself to realize what have I done, clueless I looked back to see one man still knelling on his knee, both hand on his laps, lowering his head.

"Barbie, you drive me crazy." I look at him who's running in front of me, still holding my hand, not facing me he keeps muttering his cursed until we reach the bus stop. As soon as we arrived one bus came, and he drag me with him along inside the bus. Fortunately, it's not packed, there are many seats available as he led me to the backseat and then asking me to sit down.

The sweat dripping on his forehead as he catches his own breath, cause of the run section. Mentally break down I wipe the sweat that almost reach his eyes with my sleeves make him look at me, that brown eye orbs once again swallowing my heart whole as he smirks to me. With a teasing manner, his face came closer to mine as he draws a light peck on my lips. PDA. I tell myself.

Was about to smack him on the face when he smiles cutely and then laying his head like a little boy on my shoulder. I can't compete with this childish man, I thought. I must be lost my sanity in the crowd of Hongdae tonight, because instead of running away from the wolves that had laid his head on my shoulder now, I simply just try to save him. To save that beautiful bunny smile of his.

I don't know where the bus will bring us, all I know that I am saved with him. 4 years of escaping, and in one night he breaks the ice mountain I built with my frozen tears. I am so weak, maybe I only that broken doll, who's only want a boy with a glue on his hand.

"What are you doing to me?" he asks softly from the side of my shoulder still closing his eyes. "I can't live without you."

"Bullshit." I am commenting at his cheesy remark as I look at the window. It's rainy outside, I look at my watch on my right wrist, 11:11. "4 years, and still alive. You are pretty little liar." I judge.

"I am living because I can't die." You better not thinking to die, ever. "I don't have anything I want to do. I am in so much pain and loneliness." I look at his hand on his lap, laying weakly as I hold it, playing with his slender finger. Try to wash away sadness that start to cloud my mind.

"Yet the people around me keep telling me to regain my consciousness." I know, it's hard. Really hard. "I try to vent my feeling, but what's the point if it's only me?"

"I am scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing." my chest aches as the words falling from his mouth. "Knowing that you are not beside me."

"Barbie, please don't leave me anymore." he said as he drifted in his sweet dream.

How can you be so beautiful just by exist, stepbrother.

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