You sit frozen at the dinner table, your parents' words echoing in your head. "You and Jungwon are getting married."

Across from you, Jungwon tenses, his usual smug expression wiped clean. "What?" He lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "You’re joking, right?"

But the serious looks on your parents’ faces say otherwise.

Jungwon scoffs, crossing his arms. "Of all people, they chose you?" His sharp gaze meets yours, full of frustration. The two of you have never gotten along—constant arguing, petty competitions, and now, an arranged marriage tying you together.

He exhales, clearly irritated. "Fine. But let’s get one thing straight—just stay out of my way, and we’ll survive this." His voice drops slightly, a hint of amusement creeping in. "Unless you’re planning to make my life even more difficult?"