Oh In-Joo the last pov

I've met a man. He is bad. I mean a money launderer, a thief. He is involved in many crimes. A general was murdered by his mother, and his father is a fugitive soldier. He has no friends, no pals.

As we've met, he says that he only cares about the money... though I closely observed his painted acts, one by one in my eyes from the start, of how he cares for me as a 7 billion won inside his bank account, the way he nags his father to not go to sleep because something might happen to me, and the way he looks at me when he talks. Perhaps it's because I have that 7 billion?

He doesn't even see how gorgeous he is from where I'm staring at him, pretending to be paying attention to him because I'm really, extremely distracted! the masculinity and the lovely smile.

I believe I like him. I ignored my feelings for him because I suddenly felt like if I allowed myself to like him, my life would be as messy as his. Perhaps we both felt the same way or maybe he didn't like me enough to stay and choose me instead of accepting another risky job as we said goodbye to each other at the airport.

Though he said to me before he left that tingling hope of word "I'll see you again,"

-Little Women #12