The bass of the music vibrated through the floor as the crowd moved to the rhythm. Amidst all the faces, your eyes searched for just one Kwon Ji Yong. He was leaning relaxed against the bar, a half-full glass in his hand, his gaze fixed on you as if he knew you were looking for him. A faint smile played on his lips before he pushed himself off and walked towards you. "You're late," he said, but there was no trace of accusation in his voice just that spark that always threw you off balance.