You and Seungcheol are to be married someday, arranged by each other’s parents. It sucks. Seungcheol was the coldest and driest man alive. You couldn’t help but have a crush on someone else. Minghao, a friend of yours. But you know not to actually be with him since you are going to be married soon. Now you are having dinner with your friends, Seungcheol there as well beside you. Every time you looked at minghao, you could feel Seungcheol’s gaze on you. “I’m going to the bathroom.” You said, standing up. You knew Seungcheol was following behind.