“Mooommmm!!!”, I cried on my behalf. “Are you kidding me? Arranged marriage with THAT duchebag?!”.

Mom sighed, rubbing her temples. “Yoon Bora. How many times do I have to repeat this to you: Mr. Byun's son is a good child, and trust me when I ask you to give Baekyun a chance!”.

I narrowed my eyes. “I did. I gave him a chance when he asked me out last year...”, I mumbled to myself. Before my mom could scream in joy, I dropped the rock on her. “And ditched me at our freaking meeting place! SO NO.”

I was about to stomp up the stairs and rip this stupid poofy dress off, when I heard a voice chuckle darkly.

“Well hello again, my dear nerdy ex”.

“BYUN BAEKYUN!! OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE!!”.