"Mr. Kim, there's a call for you on line two. He won't give his name, but he says you will definitely want to talk to him."

Namjoon only half-listened to what his secretary was saying as he clicked through some items on his desktop computer. "Hm, is that right? Tell him I need his name." He shook his head and went back to what he was doing.

"Mr. Kim, he gave the name Mr. Amantis. He said he would love to see you."

Namjoon stopped typing. "Line two?" he asked without expecting a response. He snatched the phone off its cradle. "Hello? Sam Amantis?" The line was the last line of the movie Dream Lovers, when Norma's character is on her deathbed, and her imaginary lover Sam Amantis, played by Kim Seokjin tells her, "Let go. I would love to see you."

"Yes. It's me."

"What the hell? Where are you? Where've you been? What's with the secret name? Don't you know that we've been looking for you everywhere?" Namjoon's questions tumbled out one on top of the other.

"I know. How is she?"

"How...? How is she? What the hell? That's all you have to say?" Namjoon's face was practically purple in anger. "Damn it, Seokjin! Where the hell are you? How could you have done this to her? How could you have left her alone like that?"

"I didn't mean to."

"You're a goddamned asshole, you know that?"

"Yes."

They both stayed silent for a few seconds.

"How is she?"

Namjoon sighed loudly. "What do you think? She's depressed. She's alone. You really hurt her."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt her. I love—"

"Shut your fucking mouth," Namjoon growled, interrupting him. "Don't you dare say that. You have no right to pretend that you have any feelings for you. Do you have any idea what she's been through? I should really kick your ass."

"Well, I'm downstairs."

"Get your ass up here now!" Namjoon pressed another button. "Daisy? Let him in. Yes, the guy that's there, the stupid-looking one. What? There's only a handsome...? Ugh! Stop talking and let him in."

A few minutes later, Namjoon heard a single knock on his door before it opened. He stared at the man who walked in and softly closed the door behind him.

"What's with the hair and those clothes? You look like a clown."

Seokjin touched his blond hair. "Thanks. It's exactly what I was going for."

"You asshole," Namjoon grumbled. "You should've done comedy. Way better than your dramatic acting."

"Enough chit-chat. Tell me where she is. I want to see her." The blond man stuffed his hands into his pockets nervously. "I need to see her."

"Why? Why now?" The taller man was not going to make it easy for him.

Seokjin sighed. "Because I'm ready now. I've got my head straight and—"

"Oh, really? So, just because you're ready, you expect everything to go back to normal," Namjoon broke in again, angrily. "The great Kim Seokjin has decided this."

Seokjin made an impatient sound. "Shit, Namjoon. Do you think it's easy for me? Do you think I don't feel guilty for everything that happened? It was all my fucking fault. I know that. Those demons chased me around the country for almost two years. I didn't use my own name for so long that I almost didn't remember who I was. I didn't want anyone to say my name and then link it to her only to insult her. I thought if I was out of her life, she'd be able to get back on track, back where she belonged. I didn't want to be the albatross around her neck anymore. Kim Seokjin's side piece. Kim Seokjin's threesome. She deserved better, and she'd never get on with her life if she was trying to comfort me."

Namjoon scoffed and went back behind his desk. "Still with the drama. I liked your jokes better." He rifled through some papers on his desk and pulled one out. "Here. Read this."

Seokjin went forward and took the paper from his hand. He glanced at the studio letterhead then quickly scanned the letter. He glanced up at Namjoon.

"Dominic Glass wanted her to stay on with the film, but the producers were skittish. They were afraid the publicity would sink the picture before they even started. You'd think the scandal would've drawn more people to the movie, but nowadays, no one can be sure." Namjoon paused for a few minutes as he watched Seokjin staring at the letter. "Her name was on everyone's lips but only as a punchline. I, myself, had to put out several fires when they began saying she'd slept with me in order to get better parts. All that talk devastated her."

"Damn," Seokjin said under his breath. "She was the only person in this fucking industry that hadn't traded herself for favors. The only one. It sucks that these rumors ruined her reputation." He closed his eyes. "It sucks that I left her to face this alone."

"Everyone began to sympathize with Norma, if you can believe that. She was the scorned lover, the victim," Namjoon dropped onto his chair. "I tried to keep some of the more sordid headlines from her. Rebecca and I intercepted as many papers and magazines as we could. I tried to help her get through it., to comfort her." He caught Seokjin's scowl. "Not like that. I was simply being a friend. It only got worse, though. I was one of her so-called many men. I would've done anything for her, but she chose to distance herself from me and from everyone."

Seokjin tossed the paper onto the desk. "Where is she?"

Namjoon just stared at him.

"Namjoon, please. I know I was an asshole to just disappear like that, but you know that it would've been worse if I'd stayed. The Norma fiasco would've taken even longer to die down. I couldn't burden her with that." The blond man's hands closed into tight fists. "It turns out that it didn't matter. I thought I was helping, but she still suffered, and she went through it alone. I need to see her. I need to tell her how sorry I am, and that I...that I..."

The silence stretched out for several minutes.

"I love her," Seokjin finally spoke. "I love Anna more than my life. She's all I ever think about. No matter how far I ran, I never escaped my feelings for her. I have no life without her. I want a chance to make it up to her. I want to throw myself at her feet and beg for her forgiveness. And if she rejects me, that's fine. I will never leave her side, though. I'll be her goddamned servant if I have to. "

"Go home," the tall agent said flatly.

"Please. Why can't you just tell me where she is? I know I don't deserve her, and part of me hopes that she'll kick my ass to the curb, but please tell me where she is." Seokjin's eyes were shiny with unshed tears. He felt that he was at his wit's end.

"I did," Namjoon replied. "Go home. She went back to your hometown."

Seokjin leapt forward and grabbed Namjoon's hand in a fierce handshake. "Thank you." Then he rushed out of the agent's office.