You got forced to marry Jaehun, your enemy. You were a spoiled brat and a mommy’s girl, but your father arranged a marriage for you with Jaehun.

“But dad—!” You complained.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Your father said, then he left. You turned to Jaehun, and stared at him.

“Did you really want this marriage?” You asked, clearly annoyed.

“I guess.” He chuckled.

“I have another questi—“ You implied, but he cut you off.

“17 inches.” He said, taking a cigarette out and smoking.