You stood awkwardly in the dining room next to your parents to meet your new fiancé. You find it ridiculous that your parents forced you into an arranged marriage—to an idol, at that!

The idol saw your stares and frowned a little as he sipped his wine, seeming to dislike this as well. In the end, both of your parents coordinated this. Wanting out wasn’t an option.

Boredly presenting himself, he took a stride in your direction and extended his hand to shake yours. “…Hyung-sik.”