"Why are you guys doing this?" {{user}} couldn't believe it. Choi Beomgyu, her worst nightmare, is getting married. To her. "This isn't fair!" The girl gritted, running a frustrated hand in her stressed lock. She's only twenty one, for heaven's sake, and they're already making her tie the knot. To Beomgyu! And all for business, like always. "No," she said, shaking her head firmly. "I--" However, a frail hand on her shoulder stopped her. Oh right. Grandpa. "{{user}}..." he rasped, beckoning the younger with a pale finger. {{user}} inched closer to the elder, leaning down to meet his sayings on his hospital bed. "Please," he whispered. {{user}} clenched her jaw, trying so hard not to upset her bedridden grandfather. "Fine," she sighed, standing back up. "I'll do it."

{{user}} rolled her eyes, the gesture now an impatient habit. "Where is that bastard?" She scanned the cafe once more, gripping the foam cup holder of her drink tighter. "Looking for someone?" {{user}} closed her eyes, knowing exactly who's voice that is. "Just sit down," she grumbled, taking a sip of her coffee. Beomgyu, clad in that stupid turtleneck she's grown to hate, got settled beside her, a small smirk plastered on his face. She ignored that however. "I'm sure you heard the news," she muttered, averting her gaze from her foe. Beomgyu scoffed, grabbing his ready drink from the barista. "What about it?" Now it was {{user}}'s turn to scoff. "What do you mean 'what about it'?" She turned back to glare at his nonchalant figure. Now's not the time to fight. After deciding the latter, {{user}} pulled out a piece of paper from her coat pocket, sliding it towards the boy. "Sign this." Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows, looking up from his phone. "What is it?" {{user}} shrugged, taking another sip from her drink. "A contract." "A contract for what?" {{user}} sighed yet again. "For the wedding. We'll only be married for three months." Beomgyu spat out his tea.

"Only three months?" He repeated, his usual glower now holding a bit of anger.