I am dressed elegantly at one of the elites party that my father and his family attended too and dragged me along the first time, I saw my friends with their respective families from one table to another, I felt so left out, despite I’m looking great like they did but you can feel the atmosphere of being a thorn in a bed of roses; like you didn’t belong in the world they breathing in but I don’t care as long as JongDae is with me, He was sitting on the table across me, I stole glances of him but tonight he never did

One of the events publicist went to out table and asked my father a lot of questions about his business and next big step like expansion and other related business staff, the publicist turned to asked the other family members which I fins my half sister’s answers and laughs are too rehearsed until its my time to be interrogated

“You are beautiful like your late mother.” He complimented making everyone to anticipate my reaction

“Thank you.” a timid word of gratitude escape from my lips

“So how are you, how’s life with your family?” Another question I want to avoid

I smiled, I smile, giving my best not to look like I’m force, I need to do what they told me to do to save this family from any disgrace 

“They do care to me a lot.” I tried to answer confidently as possible

“Have anyone courted you or do you have a boyfriend?” He added

My father eyeing me before he sipped his wine, i looked at everyone's expression and its look really phony to me until I searched for JongDae’s on the other table, he still not yet looking at me and was busy chit-chatting with one of the guess

“Your answer, Agasshi?” The publicist caught me back to reality

I was about to answer and denied to save me and JongDae for any scandal and discomfort I may bring when I told them the truth

“No.” I simply lied

I was looking down felt very embarrassed I’m not used to people giving me attention, not until I felt a warm hand touched my nape, I looked up and saw him unexpectedly

“May I?” He asked as he handed out his hand

My father was smiling and the publicist instructed the photographer to took photo of us and captured every moment

“J…JunMyeon Oppa?” I called the name of the man who’s offering his hand to me

I wondered first why did he come back from New York to Seoul, He was forced too, He was forced to this mess, the made a show about us, about childhood friends who grew up together and grew apart when I decided to leave by my mother’s request, we didn’t get in touch after years of him avoiding me, but belonging in rich and powerful families, we don’t have the right to protest and just follow everything what they want us to do, and now putting a show that we are rekindling our broken puppy love and tried to make people believe that it was indeed becoming a blossoming one, with this both when both families tie up, it can uplift the fame, money and power of both parties, its a win won situation between the two but suffering for both JunMyeon Oppa and me and the people who choose to be with us

“AHHH… There he is my future son in law.” My father blurted out

I looked at him in disbelief and back to JunMyeon Oppa who has this smile on his face, a smile that has the same depth as mine, depth of pretending that everything is alright

“Jin, Don’t let wait your future husband.” Appa commanded to me

I took his hand and he led the way on the dance floor; his hands rested on my hips and while my arms unwillingly wrapped on his shoulders, both swaying on the classical music playing

“We shouldn’t do this but we are force to.” He whispered as we shifted to a more intimate position, head side to side, perfumes filterd our nose from each other scent

“I know, but what can we