"Where have you seen it before? Looks vintage," Seven said.

Jumin's eyebrows creased more as he thought deeply. "... When I was a child."

Jumin could hear Luciel spit out his Ph. D. Pepper with disbelief. "What?! How possibly-"

Before Jumin could think about the strange memories in his head any further, he saw someone familiar exiting the building with a big, satisfied grin on their face.

He saw long, silver hair. He knew who it was.

"What the hell is he doing here?" he muttered under his breath while Seven still panicked over the sketchbook.

Turns out Zen felt his gaze throwing daggers at him, because he turned around with wide red eyes, that then narrowed into a glare.

He walked inside the C&R building again, this time clearly angry.
--

Zen didn't even bother to knock when he burst into Jumin's office; lucky for him, Jaehee wasn't around, working with some documents in another department. "Hey, jerk," Zen bellowed with his hands shoved down his pockets, "Anything you want to say to me?"

Jumin just glanced at the younger man from the corner of his eye, trying to give him no attention. "You need an appointment to speak to me."

"Oh, I don't need an appointment," Zen told him as his eyes narrowed even more. "I'm just here to waste your time... warning you to take better care of your assistant."

Jumin raised a puzzled eyebrow. "What's wrong with Assistant Kang?" he asked with confusion.

"What's wrong...?" Zen scoffed at him. "She has a fever!"

Jumin's grey eyes widened. "But she said she's okay."

"Well, she's not! You gotta be more careful!" Zen nagged him again, then he paused for a while. "Listen... you know I haven't been in the RFA chatroom for a long time, right?"

"Not really. I don't exactly care how many times you log in," Jumin admitted. Truth to be said, he was actually more worried about V being missing for so long without explanation again.

Zen rolled his eyes with an annoyed huff. "Self-centered as usual," he murmured before rising his voice again. "The reason I've been absent all this time... is because I've been thinking over what Jaehee told me about you that day."

"What day?"

"The day... you two went to the library remember? And she said... you were her friend," Zen said while running a hand through his white hair. "You know Jaehee doesn't say things like that lightly, if she considers you her friend, she must really like you..."

He scoffed again, this time at himself. "Especially since she told me off for being my usual self around you. Jaehee normally never does stuff like that," he said with an ironic smile. "Honestly, I can't get her out my head lately, it's weird."

Jumin just silently stared at him with a suspicious gaze; which kind of irked the actor.

"But know I still hate you!" Zen expressed. "And the fact you can't take good care of the person you won't let go to be free makes me hate you even more."

For the first time ever, Jumin glared back at Zen. Just as deathly. Zen had unknowingly pierced a weak spot of Jumin's: Jaehee's happiness around him. "...I don't want you lurking around C&R ever again. You're no longer welcome," he stated with a firm, decisive voice.

"Especially since you're here just to waste my time, which I have no luxury of letting you do." He got up with his arms crossed and passed by him, his tall shoulder grazing Zen's.

The silver-haired man looked at the corporate heir with shocked eyes before turning around with gritted teeth. "Hey, jerk."

Jumin didn't answer, but turned around just slightly with the same icy cold glare. Zen couldn't hold back anymore and threw a punch directly to his face.

When she heard the sound of fighting, Mi-Cha ran into her boss's studio only to stare, dismayed, at the two men in front of her.

Zen had punched Jumin twice, while the raven-haired man struggled to keep him off him, not wanting to hit him back. He got thrown to the floor by the actor, and he saw how Zen was ready to go for a third strike; so he raised his arm with a balled fist, prepared to punch back even if he had never gotten into a brawl before.

"Zen! Mr. Han!" MC shrieked, "Stop it! Please stop fighting!"

The two finally returned to reality when they got separated by another employee walking into the room. "Mr. Han! Should I call security?!" he asked but Jumin shook his head.

"No."

Zen didn't say another word, throwing a last glare at Jumin and apologizing to Mi-Cha before leaving.
--

It was late at night and Jaehee was finally at home watching Zen's musicals on her TV screen. She smiled with glee while staring at her idol perform but got up to get herself some quick food so she could keep watching.

After drinking the medicine, she felt much better now and she made a mental note to give a thank you gift to Zen in return later when somebody rang the doorbell. "Huh? Who could it be at 8 o'clock?" she wondered aloud before opening the door.

She was more than surprised to see her boss just standing in front of her, with a bloody bruise in the corner of his lips and a nearly black eye.

"M-Mr. Han?!" she exclaimed, nearly stumbling back. "What happened?!"

Jumin didn't directly reply, just stared behind her and peeked inside her apartment. "Can I come in?" he asked softly.

Without giving it a second thought, Jaehee nodded nervously, stepping aside so the man could walk in.

"So this is your place," he said while glancing around at the neat, but small home. "It looks nice," he complimented.

"T-Thanks... but what's really important right now is why your face is so bruised," the assistant said with a really worried expression.

Jumin didn't exactly want to talk about it, and she noticed when he merely glanced away with uneasy eyes. She sighed.

"Alright, wait here. I have some cotton and alcohol," the brunette said while signaling him to the couch in the living room and walking into the bathroom to get her first-aid kit.

Jumin sat down and his assistant was back as fast as lightning. She grabbed his face with one of her hands, putting herself right in front of him, and with the other hand started pressing the cotton ball over his injury with care and precision.

The two couldn't help but stare at each other during the whole process, all tensed up and awkward; after all, their noses were barely centimeters away from each other. But Jaehee tried (and failed) to pay no mind to those piercing, bright silver eyes looking straight through her soul.

After a while of unconsciously getting lost in each other's gaze, they finally snapped out of it when Jaehee glanced away timidly. "I-I'm done."

"Oh, I see." Jumin saw how she moved away from him and disappointment seeped into his voice.

"A-Anyway," Jaehee coughed into her hand to stop her stammering. "Do you want some tea? Have you eaten yet, Mr. Han?"

"That would be very kind of you," Jumin politely said, getting up from the sofa to follow her.

"Don't worry about it," she jokingly replied, walking into the kitchen to heat up the kettle.

Meanwhile, the corporate heir couldn't help but get distracted, glancing at all the interesting stuff laying around Jaehee's house: some stuffed animals, perfectly organized books and documents, at least sixty musical DVDs, and various, recently bought romance novels.

One of them caught him by surprise. "An ordinary love?" he questioned aloud, talking about the book's title.

"Eh! Mr. Han!" Jaehee shouted, embarrassed to see him snooping around her books. Hopefully, he hadn't read anything inside. She managed to take the novel out of his hands and smile sheepishly at him. "You already know I'm a fan of these kinds of books..."

"Yes," Jumin nodded, serious about the matter, "But I don't understand why something so 'ordinary' would interest you. Wouldn't you want something unique? Extraordinary?"

"Erm, you see..." Jaehee looked at him with a still embarrassed face, but took a deep breath to calm down. "What I want is a completely ordinary romance with an ordinary guy. I just want something stable and normal like that," she admitted.

"Hmm... I see," Jumin whispered while reflecting this on his mind.

Then something else caught his attention. Inside Jaehee's open room, the Elizabeth the 3rd giant plushie on her bed was turned upside down!

"What a travesty!" he thought to himself with horror while quickly approaching the toy with the intent of turning it around. "Why is she facing downwards?"

Then Jaehee remembered something that horrified her: her childhood sketchbook was right under that thing! If Mr. Han saw it, he'd never take her seriously again!

"No...!" Jaehee yelled, and everything seemed to go in slow-motion as she rushed to reach Jumin's hand before he could touch the white cat.

Jumin turned at her with sheer confusion, wondering why she was so scared all of the sudden when she swiftly grabbed his hand and the two went tumbling down, accidentally falling over the bed with Jaehee landing right on top of an astonished Jumin Han.