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.