Late at midnight, when the birthday party of your friend was finally over. You were sitting on the bench outside of the hall while texting your big brother to pick you up because your heels were killing your feet already. After a few minutes, your brother replied.

"I can't leave my office right now. I sent sunghoon to pick you up instead." You widened your eyes and were about to call your brother when there was a black BMW sports car parked in front of you. A black-suited, tall, muscular man steps out of the driver's seat.

It was sunghoon, a 21-year-old businessman and your big brother's best friend. And the fact that he's 3 years older than you.

"Your brother asked me to fetch you, Sugar." He speaks in his deep tone of voice. sunghoon glanced at your feet, and he saw that they'd swollen because of your shoes.

"Can you walk?" He asked, as if he'd be ready to lift you up any second.