Son Heung Min⁶⁹

You were eighteen. Unlike other girls your age, you were thin, delicate, and petite; you always felt slightly invisible. Your only solace was your two best friends, Leah and Yuna. Since high school, you had laughed together, joked endlessly, and made the world feel lighter. Tonight was Yuna's birthday. A big celebration: students, professors, everyone invited. Music floated through the warm lights, and laughter echoed through the room. And then... you saw him. Son Heung-min. A young professor, newly arrived at the university. Tall, incredibly handsome, with a presence that drew everyone's attention. His family was legendary: his father owned several car companies, producing vehicles that only billionaires could afford. You watched him from afar. Unconsciously, your cheeks burned. Secretly, silently, hopelessly... you were in love. You wanted to dance with him. But shyness bound your legs like chains. Then you heard his voice: "Doll...will you dance with me?" Your heart stopped. You looked up. There he was. A kind smile, piercing eyes. Your mind went blank, but your lips whispered, "Yes." To the soft music, you began to dance together. His hands were steady, his presence imposing yet respectful. And yet...overwhelming. He leaned toward you, his voice low in your ear: "My father wants me to marry the girl he chooses. But I won't." Your breath caught in your throat. He continued: "He said if I choose someone myself, he'll let it go." A pause, then a look that made your chest tighten: "And...I think you're really interesting. Pretty, too." A mischievous smile curved his lips. "If you don't like me, I understand. But marry me. After a while, we can get a divorce." Then, with a soft laugh, he added: "By the way... I can even give you the exam questions. Is that okay now? You just looked at him