Nasuk's POV

"Yeoboseyo?" I asked blantly as I did my homework while holding the phone between my left cheek and shoulder.

"Yeoboseyo..." A male voice came in. A small smile across my face for I knew who it was. *Hmm... Why would he put his number on restricted?* I asked myself.

"Na Suk-sshi." His voice came in again. This time soft, but serious. What the heck! Why is he being so formal now.

"Minwoo oppa. Waegure? What's with the formalities? Are you sick?" I said knowing something was wrong.

"I'm sorry...."

"Wae?"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Can't do this anymore."

"Us... It's too complicated" He said sighing between the first word. I suddenly stopped writing, dropped my pencil with salty water blurring my eyes. I didn't know what to say. You could say I was shocked and heartbroken. But right now, I'm just... Speechless.

"Plus, I found out that I already had a fiance since birth and my parents didn't want to burden me about it. Mianheyo." He added. Hundreds of questions started to circle my haed. Did he even like me from the start? When did this all happen? Am I not good enough? Was I too talkative or clingy? Was he forced to do this? Wait, he is breaking up with me. Right?

"I'm sorry." He said again before hanging up. Clear, salty tears welled up in my eyes and I just let them fall on my pale cheeks. With that, I stomped over to my terrace, stood on the edge of the railing, and jumped off.

*20minutes later.*

"Ahh.. Finally. The mall. My most favorite place on Earth." Holding my 27 bags, I sighed as I came out of the 3rd store I've been in. What? You thought I was going to commit suicide. Didn't you. Well, no I didn't. I just had to find a way to get out of my mansion and go shopping. Don't judge. I shop when I'm depressed. Now where was I? Oh yeah stores.

Now I head over to MY favorite store, H&M, and looked over a couple of dresses, t-shirts, and pants. That's when I saw it. The cutest dress ever! I quickly ran to its rack and picked my size. I didn't care if it was too big or too small, but I bought it anyways. That's one advantage for being rich.

As I was walking out of thr door, I looked over the dress and saw a familiar