Ever had a hang over? Neh? I'm having it too.   Ever promised to yourself you're never going to drink again and broke that promise anyway? Hell yeah? I did too.   As soon as I regained a clear eyesight from my sleep, I instantly recognized that I was not I my bed! Omo! And worse, I am also with a half- man sleeping beside me! Kyaaah! What happened?! Eottoeke?! To calm my nerves, I reached out to the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. Eh? Who leaves booze on their bedside table? That's just crazy! But  I am not complaining now for I badly needed it.   Actually, there are many things I should be doing at this very moment. Example, I should be gathering my stuff now and take off immediately, never looking back. I should have never even drink last night just out of pure sadness! The wise me should never even be drinking at six in the morning. Looking down at my body, I can see that I am still in the wedding gown. Gee! Couldn't he have changed my clothes at least? Aghhh, back off you green-minded, people! I mean, that's what a gentleman would do , right? Especially, when I am this messy!   Bits and pieces of the previous night starts to unravel for me; Minho cheating, storming off to bar, meeting the man beside me who introduced himself as Lee Donghae, and signing a contract that states that I agree to becoming said man's wife in three months.   Wait....What?!!!   "YAH!! WAKE UP, YOU MORON!!" I quickly jump out of the soft and comfy bed like I was electrocuted. Donghae stirred and opened one sleepy eye after the other before groaning slowly.   "What now, Dara?  Isn't it too early for you to scream the building down?"   "Get up or I swear you'll regret my method of rubbing your sleep out." I said in the most menacing voice I could muster. He must have known better to obey to a woman who was shouting at six in the morning wearing a wedding gown and reeks of alcohol.   "Arrasso, arasso, I'm up. Now what?"   "Yah! Is my memory serving me right? Because it tells me that I signed a freaking contract consenting to be your wife in three effin' months!!"   He raised an eyebrow in mere amusement before stretching. I watched as those muscles flex and ripple. Pffftt. What a show-off! And well, never mind he's half , at least he has a nice body. And nice abs, too! Did I mention he has a nice body and has nice abs? I did? Twice? Oh, ghhhadd!   "Can we talk about this over breakfast, Ms. Park? And maybe after you have showered? Siwon has brought you some fresh clothes to change to, though I think your dress is unsalvageable." He said with a smile, nodding to a chair where there lay a fresh change of clothes.   As tempting as shower sounds and from the smell of it, I must have thrown up, I wanted to know whether I did sign a contract under my drunk haze. I stubbornly put my fists on my hip, I must've resembled a cave woman. Dara-ah, what are you even doing! Kyahhh.   "Mr. Lee, wait.., Lee, right?"   He pressed his lips in a tight line, his eyes twinkling with laughter. "Neh."   I nodded, "Right. Mr. Lee, I think, no, I know I have a right to know at this very moment what I had gotten myself into. And is it not my intoxicated state last night when I signed the agreement an excuse to why I did such a thing? I mean, clearly I was not in any condition to make sensible choices. Like seriously, me?!!! Marrying a fish-looking man like you?! Ha!!"   He sighed and ran a hand through his messy black hair, "Go on and be on denial but it wouldn't change the fact that you did sign a contract stating your agreement in becoming my wife. Plus, you were not that drunk when you signed the contract. Your perfect signature says it all. Plus, was it not the reason you threw up on me? Because you know what yourself has gotten into? And please, Ms. Park, don't kid yourself.  Me?! Fish?! Ha! I know my handsome features, thank you very much."   Oh, how I wanted to rip that lazy smirk off his, fine, sculpted lips. I clench my fists as if to hang on to the last strip of patience I had, gritting my teeth and breathing in deeply as an added measure.   "What is it then that you want so badly that you even have to trick and take advantage of a lone, heartbroken, and depressed woman such as me, huh?" I asked, exasperation and irritation rolled into one.   His smirk faltered, a cold, hardening gaze shrouding his warm eyes. Pressing his lips tightly, he averts his gaze from me. "We shall discuss our situation further when you have made yourself presentable. I'll call your father of your whereabouts and drop you off after our discussion. The bathroom is the door to your left."   He was briskly out of the room, leaving me confused more than I already was. One second he was playful and teasing, the next he's cold, sharp and dismissive. What a jerk.   Gathering up the clothes, I made my way to the ensuite bathroom. The vast wet room was fine marble all the way, with two sinks and vanity closets, a large shower sealed by a matted glass door, and a large tub with gold faucets. Everything just screamed money bags. Why does he even need a big bathroom? Ugh, men. I'll never understand them.   I reach my back to my dress, but my hands cannot find the damn zip! After more futile attempts, I had no choice but to ask for help. I stick my head out of the bathroom and saw Donghae's smooth back. I stifled a gasp as I see a tattoo of huge dragon. Its head resting on his right shoulder, the legs on the left of his spine, the tip of its tail on his lower back. The details are so clear, as if it was real. Wait, isn't he supposed to have a fish tattoo or something?   "It's the Chinese imperial dragon. The greatest of its kind," Donghae murmurs before facing me. A softer expression than the one before he left greeted me, but still, it looks distant.   I blink and force myself to swallow, embarrassed that he caught me staring. "M--Mianhe."   He cocked his head to the side, " Hmm..I thought you were going to shower?"   "Oh, um--yeah," I blushed. Aishhh!! He made me blush! Ani. Ani. This ain't right. I better focus on more important things.  "Errr..well, my zipper, I can't get out of my dress." Seriously? Why must I stutter now? I sound so stupid. Ghad.   His eyebrows slowly shoot up, the smirk I'm growing to be irritated to made its appearance. "Chincha?! Why didn't you say so? I'm glad to be of your service, you know."   With three long strides, he was now behind me. My heart thumped loudly, like it was on steroids. Gosh, Dara, you just came from a major breakup and now you're having the hots for another guy? Not cool, sister. Not cool.   I hear instead of see the undoing of my dress. It was slow, his finger tracing my skin as it went, making my body react weirdly. He stopped just an inch above my underwear. Weirdly, I felt comfortable. For a , I'm sure this is a bold move.   Hihi. 'bold'   "There you go." His voice turned from smooth to hoarse, laced with desire.   Ever forgot to breathe? Neh, I think I did too just now.   Without further ado, I hastily went back to the ensuite. Stepping out of the dress, I succumb to the comfort of the hot water cascading down on me. Once I had time to think, I broke down. The delayed sensation of the heartbreak was excruciating. How could he?!! How could I?!! I was too trusting, I gave him everything I got, loving him with my heart, mind and soul. Now I was empty, the tears falling along with the water.   Everything seems so distorted now. I feel like everything isn't what it's supposed to be, like my heart shouldn't feel the stabbing again. Just what did I do to deserve this? Every kiss, every word, and every action was a lie. A sick, twisted game, that's what love is.   I know the pain will not go away after just one cry, but I also know I couldn't stay in here for long. After a quick lather