Yunho took a deep breath of fresh air outside the prison. He looked at his lawyer Yoochun and then reached out to shake his hand,
"Thank you," Yunho whispered sincerely.
Yoochun shook his head and said, “Don’t thank me, it wasn’t me who made you a free man.”
Yunho frowned and looked at him in surprise. His long black hair was blown backwards by the wind, revealing his face that was pale. His eyes needed an answer.
“It was Kwan Yuri herself who set you free.” Yunho
was in shock, as if he had been stabbed in the heart with a dagger.
Yuri, her face, her smile, her pain. They were in his thoughts every minute, every second he spent in prison during the last two weeks. How can she let him out after what he did to her? groan inside it. He looked at the large tree in front of him, sighing expressionlessly. Without realizing his lawyer was waiting for him to get in the car.
“Yunho… Yunho” turned back to reality and asked stupidly, “Yes?”
"Let's go. Get in the car.” He
went to the car from the side of the passenger seat, opened the door, got into the car and put on the seat belt as if he were a robot.

Yoochun pulled a CD out of his car's music player "Let's try something more fun...what about Celine Dion?"
Yunho remained silent. His mind was still thinking of that sweet girl whom he had hurt so much. 'I have to see her,' he said to himself, making up his mind.

Yunho was slowly walking toward the spacious foyer of his stately home when he heard his mother's voice. He froze, "Mom?" he asked surprised.

During the last two years, he missed her so much. His mother left the house after a bitter argument with his father two years ago. He was in the United States at the time, studying business at
Harvard University ,
when they divorced. This made him get a great shock, especially since he was very close to his mother, as she was the only person who understood and supported him whenever he lost hope or whenever he felt that the road was blocked in front of him. His mighty father had no time to take care of him since business was all of his priorities in his life. Upon hearing of his parents' divorce, Yunho rushed back to Seoul to try his best to get them together again. But he came late. His mother left him without even saying goodbye to him. He was very angry when his father refused to tell him where his mother was.
There was a time, not long ago, when everyone envied the idealistic Jung Family. Now they act like strangers. Since that day, Yunho has been refusing and protesting all of his father's orders. Being stubborn just like his father, he refused to return to the United States to complete his studies. He became a night life. And in the hope that his father would get angry and upset him, he would spend big money, go to night clubs, start smoking and get drunk all the time. It was a month ago when one of his friends gave him drugs but he refused to take them and he vowed in the name of his beloved mother that he would never try drugs. The first time he tried drugs was when he couldn't restrain himself from the temptations of that charming girl, Kwan Yuri, who was cold to him that night. She made him angry when she treated him so coldly .

His mother's voice calling his name brought him back to the present.
“Yunho, Yunho.” His mother hugged him tightly. Yunho closed his eyes and hugged his mother as well. Since when did he miss her?
"what happened to you? Why did they put you in prison? The newspapers were talking nonsense. I can't believe you did what they said on the news.” His mother began to ask him nonstop once they cut off the cuddling. Since she didn't get any answer from Yunho. Mrs. Jung raised her eyes and met his, searching for an answer in those dark brown, mysterious eyes.
.
“Mom, I've done terrible things. I can't even believe I did that. I will never forgive myself for that. I feel very ashamed.” He replied sadly. He took a deep breath before continuing, "That girl is innocent... and I... I raped her," he whispered in his mother's ear. His voice was trembling. His hands were intertwined with his mother's. His mother looked at him. He looked pale, depressed and tired. “Come on, Yunho. Enter. We'll talk about that later. Now you have to go to your room, take a shower, change your clothes and we'll talk during lunch.” He nodded slowly and entered the house. He saw his father in the corner looking at him with the same features of Yunho that he didn't understand "Dad" but Mr. Jung looked at the other side, refusing to talk to him. Yunho took a deep breath and headed to his room, his head bowed.

After feeling the cold water running down his body, Yunho felt refreshed. 'I have to see her today,' he said to himself, forcefully. “But what am I going to tell her? Hi I'm Yunho. I am the one… who… Oh my God, please help me,” he muttered to himself. He opened his wardrobe, looking at his many shirts, “What should I wear? Casual or formal? It would be ridiculous if I wore a shirt and tie to see her,” he laughed bitterly. He pulled off a blue shirt and dark blue jeans. “Blue is apparently her favorite color since she was wearing a blue dress that night,” he said to herself. His hands were intertwined as he remembered that terrible night. He looked at his reflection in the mirror of his room. He looked like he was going on a special date with a special woman. In fact, he was dressed up to receive his punishment. His eyes were dark and all the light from them had disappeared. There were streaks of his hair coming down to his eyes. His mustache and beard made his face look intimidating. His hair needed a trim. “I look scary,” he told himself, “I can't see her like that,” he said again to his image in the mirror. He grabbed his wallet and car keys quickly and headed to his car without saying a word.

Two hours later, Yunho came back with his hair short and his face shaved. It seemed more relaxed. He has regained his handsome face. He parked his car and headed to the dining room where his parents were waiting for him, “Yunho, sit down. We've been waiting for you.” His mother greeted him.
“I apologize for making you wait for me,” he replied sweetly. He pulled out the chair and sat next to his mother.
His father watched in silence, "Where have you been?" Her voice sounded stern.
Yunho raised his head to meet his father's sharp eyes. “I was at the hairdresser,” he answered directly.
"You lie. Going to the hairdresser wouldn't have taken you two whole hours. I'm asking you again, Jung Yunho, where have you been?"