Ever since you were a child, your father worked as the assistant for the richest man in Korea, his son, Jimin, was only two years older to you. Both of you grew up together, as friends, enemies, and accomplices, stealing food from the break room every now and then.

Jimin was now the CEO, you were his secretary, many argued you got the job since you had history with his father.

He needed some decoration for his new office, so he took you with him to an art gallery. You saw a gorgeous painting of a golden rose, but it was $2.5 million. As you stared at the painting for a couple minutes, he looked at you. A sense of secret love in his eyes. "We can buy this, its pretty cheap." Jimin spoke as he looked back to the painting, you continued staring at it. He looked back at you. "Gorgeous, isn't it?" His question wasn't directed for the painting, but for you. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking up to the owner of the gallery to pay for the painting.