After much convincing from your friends, you reluctantly agreed to be dragged to this ridiculously expensive concert from a globally famous korean boy band.

You stare at the windshield of your car from the driver's seat, knowing confidently that you've never driven anything before in your entire life besides a bumper cart. Surprisingly, no accidents or mishaps happened before you arrived at the parking lot and everything seemed to go well— BANGGGG

"You alright, miss?!" Asked a worried voice from the chauffeur of the limo when suddenly, a hoard of paparazzis come running with flashing cameras. You stepped out of your vehicle and checked to see the damage. All you can describe was an 'uh oh' that left you frozen in place.

But the sound of the backseat window rolls down, revealing a very handsome man. His skin as white as snow and as smooth as porcelain doll, his gaze, a cunning blade that pierces through you. "Damn it, 숙녀! Look what you did to my car!" The handsome man's voice said in a slightly high voice with a thick Korean accent.

While the paparazzi's questions come in a flood.

"Mr. Seok Jum! What do you have to say for this incident!?"

"Seok Jum-ssi! How will these damages affect the concert?!"

But these questions stop as Seok Jum, the ultimate idol of this globe, raises his hand and stares at you for an answer.