Kai POV

“Jongin sit up straighter! And fix your tie. What happened to your suit? I thought I asked the maid to iron it…” my mom started doing all those things for me, well except the ironing since we don’t have one right now.

“Mom,” I waved her hand off and straightened my tie, “relax, we’re just meeting my fiancée,” my jaw clenched at the word fiancée.

Mother gave me a disapproving look but luckily left me alone.

“Myungsoo what time is it?”

“6:57 sir,” my PA replied.

“Tell me when it hits 7, we’re leaving if they’re still not here. It’s their fault for being unpunctual.”

Myungsoo made sure my dad wasn’t listening before he talked, “Tisk, Kai why won’t you open your up mind a little bit? I looked her up, and she’s really pretty like unrealistically pretty. It says that she’s also really smart and obedient too.”

“Then why don’t you marry her?” I shot back.

Myungsoo (besides my parents of course) was probably the only person in the world who could talk to me like this without me driving him to the ends of earth. Other then his status as my PA he was also my best friend, the person who knows me the best. We met 11 years ago when I was 8 and he was 7. We fought over the last piece of dessert they had at the cafeteria. Myungsoo and I ended up all covered from head to toe by two jars of salad dressing. Of course we were sent to the principal’s office and were scrolled at but afterwards Myungsoo mentioned how our principal had a piece of booger swinging back and forth in his nose every time he talked. Myungsoo was scared that the booger was going to fly out and hit one of us so he kept his eyes on it the whole time. I laughed when I heard that and we immediately became friends. 11 years later Myungsoo was still the only person who I can speak my heart to.

“She can be the prettiest girl on earth and I still want Kimie,” I retorted back.

Myungsoo shook his head, “You’re so stubborn.”

“Its call being committed.”

“Well good luck to your commitment, its 6:59 and they’re here, you can’t escape,” Myungsoo retook his place behind me as my father signalled me to rise and greet her.

I smiled politely as I watched the adults exchange their greetings. Behind Mrs. Jung there were three girls. One of the girls giggled when she saw me and whispered to who I suppose was her twin since they looked identical. The other twin ignored her