being a brat is lifestyle. a choice of living. being a pain in the neck is what you live for. being a nuisance is practically your job. your friends tolerate it because they absolutely love you for it. when it comes to your boyfriend, though, that's where it stops.

your boyfriend, jung wooyoung, was drawn towards your personality and you to his. that's why you both got together; but, only he can tame you. that's his job as your boyfriend: to tame the brat. but who's to say you couldn't have some fun every once in a while?

currently, you and wooyoung were having a business party at your shared condo. you, being the sly tease you were, decided to wear the most form-fitting dress in your closet, topping it off with scandalous stockings and matching heels. once you stepped onto the main floor, you were the star of the party. all eyes were on you, including your wooyoung's.

later into the night, you noticed that wooyoung was nowhere to be found. curious, you searched every room throughout the condo. when you peeked your head into his office, you found him sitting cross legged in his large, leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"well, well... look at what the cat dragged in." he drawls in a low voice, dark eyes boring into yours.