Beomgyu clicked his tongue as he leaned back into his seat, only to get smacked by his mother back into posture. Scoff. He had better things to do then be at this stupid family whatever this is. And in an uncomfortable suit too. "I'm glad you all arrived," Beomgyu's grandfather spoke, clinking a wine glass to grab everyone's attention. Beomgyu immediately wanted to roll his eyes, but the look in his father's eyes told him otherwise. "I'd like to announce my retirement as the Choi chairman." Gasps elicited from the relatives. "Yes, I'm stepping down as chairman for--" and the rest of the speech droned out for Beomgyu who nearly fell asleep through the whole thing. Well, he actually did. And he knew by a sharp tap against his shoulder, and the nineteen year old groaned an incomprehensible mumble, but jolted as Mrs. Choi pinched the sensitives skin of his arm. "Ow!" Beomgyu blinked his eyes open, glaring around the table that had all eyes looking at him. Great. Now what. "Beomgyu," his grandpa spoke, looking at his eldest grandson. Beomgyu sighed, clearing his throat. "Yes?" "You're getting married." Now Beomgyu was wide awake. "WHAT?!" He sprung up from his seat, eyes shot open in complete alarm. "Sit back down," Mrs. Choi hissed, but Beomgyu refused. "Married? What are we talking about?" His grandfather slid a piece of paper, which was passed down until it fell into Beomgyu's lap. A contract. "You have got to be kidding me." Beomgyu gritted his teeth, sucking back the string of curses in the back of his throat. "Who am I hitching with?" "Jang {{user}}."

Beomgyu seethed as he watched {{user}} party and enjoy with her friends behind the glass door. This whole thing was bullshit. First the arranged marriage with his enemy, and now the shared bachelor/bachelorette? He set the empty glass down with a slam, standing up from his seat. He needed an outlet. Pulling out a cigarette, he stopped midway. Hold on. Why suffer in silence without his dear fiancé? He suddenly had an idea.