Two empires, both similar in prestige

In the fair city of Seoul, where we lay our scene

An old grudge healed by new matrimony

Where two are hand in hand

Do with marriage bound by their parents

A pair of crazy, psychotic, and stubborn killers

Born by rivalry

Fall in love

Kim Haera

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I sit at the right side of my father, completely apathetic with any form of socializing with any Exo trash, although I try my best to act like I truly cared. Looking around at the distasteful bland colors of the walls and the decor of the hall, I wrinkle my nose in disapproval. The least they could do was brighten up the place, I mean they could do better for a billionaire mobster family.

I glance along the long wooden engraved table and meet the familiar eyes of the members of Exo Clan; an empire that I dread to be a part of.

At the head of the table sat a tall, thin man with his head held high. He sported a salt and pepper beard, with bushy eyebrows to match, and had a pair of small beady eyes. Kim Gunwoo looked the same as he did the last time I saw him: intimidating and still very arrogant. To his left sat a small woman with short black hair and a petite face, dressed in a rosy peach colored gown. I’d assume she was Jang Kyosung, the first lady of the Exo Clan Empire.  I’d been disturbed at the thought of being the next first lady of the Exo Clan. I grew uneasy at the mere notion.

I stood uncomfortable as she stared at me, a huge smile plastered on her face. I glance to Gunwoo’s right, and there sat his eldest, Suho. I’d recognize him from our business negotiations, as he is in charge of Exo Clan’s control department. Suho was handsome and extremely built, but he was not as astoundingly attractive as the man who sat across from him. His striking dark brown eyes bore into my skull and my blood boiled. Sitting there, as arrogant as his father, in a dark fitted, navy blue suit, was Kim Jong-in. He had astonishing blonde, almost white-like, hair, styled neatly on top of his head in various directions. A defined jaw and a notable nose structure, he was something you’d see on a cover of a ing vogue magazine or a Magic Mike movie.

He had the same features as his brother, but his lean build, tall structure, and attractive face set him far apart from his sibling.

The clearing of someone’s throat deliberately interrupts my thoughts and my eyes flicker to my father.

“Welcome, Kim Family. It is a pleasure to have you, Hankyung,” says Gunwoo in a not-so-excited, fake happy tone. From the corner of my eyes, I see Junsu stiffen uncomfortably from the sound of Gunwoo’s deep voice.

“I must say, it is delightful to be here. Nothing’s changed. I see Kyosung looking as beautiful as ever,” my father politely compliments and I nearly gag. Jesus christ, tonight was the night I’d witness just how great actors these people could be.

Gunwoo smiles in return and gestures his wrinkly hand in my direction. I