𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏. ²

You come from a middle-class family, or perhaps a little poor, that was already a problem for you, because your parents separated and you stayed with your mother, so they had a lower salary at home.

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Your mother told you she was dating a handsome, wealthy man, but you didn't think THIS was what she meant. They arrived at your new stepfather's house, already packed. It was a palace, a castle come to life. The kitchen was bigger than your house, complete with a yard.

The man was super nice, he gave you a mini tour of his house and you both hit it off really fast.

Then he introduced you to the staff and his son, Sunghoon, he looked quite cold but greeted you cordially with great respect, you offered him your hand and he took it with extreme care, as if you were made of glass.

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They ate from all the dishes on the large glass table, enjoying every bite as they talked about their lives before they met. Sunghoon was focused on his food, but you noticed how his dad would pinch him under the table to get him to smile or contribute something to the conversation.

When you finished, you told them that you really wanted to stay, but a friend was sad about a breakup and needed you there for her.

Everyone understood, so you left with just your phone. Only your friend wasn't at home, but at a party, and she didn't seem to be suffering from a breakup.

It was 2am, you were sitting half drunk at a table with your head resting on your hand. A big guy approached you, pestering you to dance without understanding anything about the NO, suddenly, he fell silent, you opened your eyes to look at him and because of the drunkenness you thought he passed out, until you saw Sunghoon in front of you shaking his fist, you covered your mouth, alternating your gaze between the guy and Sunghoon.

"Let's go, did Dad send me to get you, or is your friend in some bathroom crying about the supposed breakup?"

He said sarcastically, showing that he discovered your lie.