You had a diffucult relation with your parents, always doing what they wanted because they wanted money and fame.

you find yourself sitting on the couch in a black, short dress, apparently waiting for your arranged, husband.

you look over at the tall man coming... your enemy, Lee Minho. you choke on your drink, looking dumbfolded "I have to marry HIM?!" you exclaimed.

"yes. Act like you love eachother outside."

leeknow caresses your tight, smirking

"it wont be that hard, sir.."