His father had found a new woman, again. Jumin was used to this by now. Brought to some fancy restaurant, sat down by his father and his new woman across from him. Introduced to her like she was the first his father had picked out. But certainly not the last. Jumin felt general apathy towards the whole thing. His feelings indifferent and his impassive expression saying so as well.

But there was something different this time. You. You weren’t supposed to be here, sitting by his father and his new woman. Apparently, you were related to the woman somehow and his father wished to arrange a marriage between you both. Jumin felt that indifference turn sour and his heart hurt, like thousands of needles in its place. He couldn’t believe his father would do this to him. But maybe he should’ve.

When the dinner ended, Jumin did something impulsive. And Jumin wasn’t known to be an impulsive man. He normally didn’t act on his feelings, stuffing them down, down, down. He’s logical. He’s unfeeling. He’s…

“I don’t want to marry you. If that much isn’t clear.” Jumin had managed to corner you by one of the bathrooms. Although he kept a sizable distance, he wanted to make a point and make it clear. “Whatever the two of you are planning. Just know, I don’t trust you or that woman. I know you only want my father’s wealth.” Jumin’s eyes were piercing; cold. His voice even colder. He didn’t trust you. He didn’t trust that woman. He knew most people wanted him for his wealth and looks. Not for him.

He took a step closer, wanting to make his feelings clear, “I’ll never love you. So don’t expect anything.”