They checked out my luggage and roughly pulled me in to the police car then drove to the governonr’s office. What did I do anyways? I didn’t even do anything serious to get issued a T.R.O. I huff air in frustration, they really did found me. I was fine for the past months and now that is broken.

They dragged me out of the car since we’re already in the governor’s office then they pushed me inside. I was taken aback when I saw Daesung and Seungri and a little kid that I prefer to be Sulli, Ren’s cousin.  Sulli is sitting on the governor’s chair with her feet up on the mahogany table and the governor standing beside her with Daesung and Seungri on the left side of the room.

The handcuffs were soon removed by Seungri and Daesung then they guided me to sit.

“What now?” I ask Sulli with a bored voice.

“Come home.” She said with a pleading voice as she put her feet down.

“Give me a good reason.” I challenged, suddenly she pulled her iPad and placed it on the table. She logged in her skype then called Donghae-ssi.

The other line immediately answered then I was greeted by my calm-looking Umma.

“Look, I’m still not going home even if you imprison me here for life.” I stubbornly stated then I heard Umma sigh.

“Hyun, listen-”

“Stop. I’m tired of this. I’m not going home, you he-” My breath was cut off when I saw Ren hugging himself on the couch with his knees close to his chest; tears flowing from his eyes while he rocks himself back and forth.

W-what happened?

“Is my Ren unni a good reason to go home now?” Sulli then asks.

I stare at the screen for a while; Ren is still not moving an inch from his postion, just rocking back and forth.

What the hell happened? No, no, no Minhyun this is all an act. AN ACT!!! Get yourself together!

“No. I said I won’t go ho-”

I was interrupted by a screaming Ren on the screen. He is being hugged by Donghae-ssi and he is screaming nonstop.

“G-get a-away from m-me, p-please. D-d-don’t t-touch me.” He stutters as he cries. Wow, he’s a good actor.

“Wow, he’s a good actor.” I smugly commented then a hand collided with my cheek and a loud like thunder clap was heard. My cheek stings from the hit given by Sulli. Who does she think she is? I scoffed then I turned to her, her eyes watering in anger then another spank was given to me with increasing force.

“You think this is all an act? You think Ren unni is acting for you to go home? How I WISH this was all a bad dream! Ren unni was kidnapped, tortured and now traumatized and you still think this is an act?! Are you stupid?” Sulli vented out, her tears rolling down her face.

“Sulli,” Donghae-ssi called.

“No, do not stop me, uncle. He just woke up yesterday, living like a zombie. Bom umma said he is only eating two spoonfuls of rice for every meal. He won’t let anyone touch him, not even his parents, not even his hyung. You think this is all an act?”

“Yes.”

“Go back home. If you proved it’s all an act, then you’re free to wander anywhere. If it’s not, stay there.”

“Why would I need to stay?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

* * *

I played a bet indeed. Before I was stopped from going to Sau Paulo because they issued me a T.R.O because the ‘governor’ needs to have a word with me and now I am flying to Korea and it’s because I had a bet with the ‘governor’.

I know I have said that I love Ren, that I simply cannot forget him. But what if this is all an act? What if he’s just being forced? What if he’s forced to marry me? I mean, I don’t have a problem with that, it’s just that HE, in the first place doesn’t like me at all!

Sulli ordered for a private jet plane so we can travel faster. I am forced to get cuffed with the armrest and I rolled my eyes because of that. What? Do they think that I will jump from thousands of meters above the ground and land on sea? This is seriously hilario-

A phone rang and Sulli, who is sitting in front of me, answered it.

“Changmin, I told you we are still in the plane! What do you mean Karam got a boyfriend?” She paused then she laughed an angelic laugh, one that she never showed in front of the governor of Paris.

“Oh come on, stop being immature! You’re what? You’re five years older than those two lovebirds! Stop being ridicoulously over protective. I know, I know, h-hey! You sound too much like Minho oppa! Yeah, yeah whatever! Shush! No, no, no. I’m not going to talk to you anymore! Goodbye!” She said then a smile crept on her face. Her phone continued to ring throughout the whole flight and I can’t help but smile. She’s playing hard to get. I face fell, just like Ren, both of them are playing hard to get.

* * *

Ren’s P.O.V

A man older than me; that got big, brown, round eyes; cropped, and cleanly cut jet black hair; straight nose; not too thick lips, that are pink. He is tall and has tannish complexion. He carries a child with him that looks like his exact copy, they walk to me and I immediately scrambled away. That man is dangerous! H-he’s planning to sell the child!

“Appa, why is auntie Ren like that?” The child asks softly as he hugs the man’s neck.

“I don’t know Yoogeunnie.” The man replied softly then he kissed the child’s forehead. No! He’s going to him!

Then the child giggled an angelic one. Huh? W-why is he happy? I……I……I-I don’t understand. Suddenly the child jumped from the man’s arms to me. I stepped back but he smiled to me innocently. He grabbed my hand and I retracted my hand immediately. His small hand grabbed my hand again.

“Auntie Ren will be okay right?” He asks me.

Wh-who is Ren?

I’m Rose am I not?