“I know I’ve been awful to you. I admit it’s my fault. If it makes you feel better, should I kneel down? If you let go of me, I’ll beg you on my knees,” said Jaeho.

Muyeol looked down at Jaeho with a stoic expression, well aware that if Jaeho was left to his own devices, he would cause embarrassment to the company. So, Muyeol was determined to make Jaeho disappear. He’d come up with the brilliant idea of putting him in a rehab center which Jaeho would be unable to escape from, and no one would even be able to find him. And since now Jaeho was even begging for it, Muyeol decided to proceed with the plan.

He let go of Jaeho’s collar. “Go.”

“Thank you! Thank you,” Jaeho said, his face already looking better now that Muyeol had let go of him.

Muyeol’s lip curled into a sneer as he spat out, “I don’t care if you live or die. But remember this, if tomorrow’s sun rises and I see you under the same sky as mine, I’ll drag you to Mr. Cha myself. Oh, he would love that.”

“You don’t mean that, right?” Jaeho’s face darkened.

Muyeol didn’t bother deigning a reply.

“But, we’re brothers…” Jaeho continued.

“I’ve never considered a b**tard as my brother,” Muyeol said coldly.

Jaeho slumped to the floor. Muyeol could hear him collapsing, but he left him to his theatrics and went out to the lobby again.

As he walked down the lobby again, Muyeol called Mr. Hong.

“Hello, sir,” greeted Mr. Hong, “I was just about to call you. I found a tour guide like you asked last time.”

“Thank you, but more importantly…” Muyeol caught his breath before continuing, “Cha Jaeho is at the hotel right now.”

“Excuse me? Who on earth leaked the details of the hotel you’re staying at!”

“No, don’t worry about that. It’s not a huge secret where I’m staying, so he had plenty of ways to get that information. But, more importantly…”

“Yes, sir.”

“I know I’m asking a lot from you, but please book a flight ticket for the USA immediately and have Cha Jaeho leave Istanbul. It doesn’t matter where he goes, or how much money it takes, just make it work. And the rehab center should specifically be for drug addicts…”

“Okay, sir. I’ll work on it immediately.”

“Thank you.”

After hanging up, Muyeol walked to the elevator. The hotel employee quickly pressed a button and directed a smile full of friendliness toward him. As the elevator doors opened, Muyeol pulled out some bucks to tip him.

“Thank you,” said the employee.

The doors slid close, and Muyeol pressed the button for the floor he was headed to before leaning against the wall of the elevator. He was tired, but as the elevator ascended, he felt a lot better. He wondered whether Yiyoung was still asleep or awake.

But he found the answer to that the moment he slid the card key in and opened the door.

Yiyoung rushed to Muyeol and shouted, “I’m hungry!”

* * *

Yiyoung opened her eyes first in the morning. She would start sightseeing today, and she was thrilled by the thought that she couldn’t sleep at all. Yiyoung looked around as she stretched her arms.

Muyeol was still sleeping, his chest completely exposed. He’d come back at the right on time for her to finally make a decision. It’d been late, but she could eat a delicious meal and had gone to bed completely satisfied.