Good news? You recognized the sleek, black BMW pulling up toward you. It belonged to one of your brother’s friends, which meant you wouldn’t end up getting kidnapped by the weird men following you out of the bar. Bad news? The person driving said BMW was the last person you wanted to pick you up.

“Get in.”

He commanded, rolling down his window, not bothering to step out because it was raining. He had gotten a call from your brother, Mark, telling him you were in potential danger, but he couldn't go pick you up because he was mid-shift. So Donghyuck left his penthouse, going down to the city center at 2:43 am to pick you up. He didn't want to get stuck babysitting you, but he knew just how concerned Mark was about you and how he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to you.

"Hurry up or you'll catch a cold He groaned, trying to get you to hurry up. Donghyuck was a multimillionaire at just 24, and he lived with his best friend and his annoying little sister in his massive penthouse. He let Mark work at his company as well.