"Yah yah, move away." JinSoo chased away the crowd, walking pass you as she was making her way towards her target. 

You were ducking into your books in your locker, reading a passage of your new bought novel titled as 'That Destiny Belongs to Me' that talks about a poor orphan girl's life becoming a maid for her future husband. The loud stomps succeed in taking your attention away from the reaching-the- story, the nerd kid was going to get beat up so hard, you titled right.  

"Yah, InJun." She began by halting in front of the pathetic boy and folded her arms under her chest. People cancelled their intention to get to their destination as another show was about to start soon. 

"N-Ne??" He stammered, the hand he used to hold his books were trembling frightfully, geez he knew he was in trouble again. JinSoo out of the blue grabbed his collar, scaring the boy in shock as she caught him. You could practically see the worry in his face as his features were scrunched downwards to his chin. 

"Where was it again?" She asked, the creepy question sent InJun off the edge as that was one of the deadliest question he had to face ever since he became her slave in academics. 

"I-It.. I promise to give it to you tomorrow." He answered but JinSoo only grasped harder on his shirt, literally lifting him up from the ground while chewing the strawberry flavored bubblegum in . Well, InJun was kinda small and thin so it was effortless to carry him. 

She flashed him a cunning smirk. "Let me ask you a question. Can you count how many times you had said that to me?" She raised her eyebrows. InJun gulped as he could feel a ball of sand ran down his esophagus, signalling him to rewind back how many had he did so. 

His forehead formed waves. "I- I don't really remem-"

"And how do you expect me to believe in you?!" She screamed, making the crowd howled and InJun shrinked.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He apologized endlessly, he had to do so just to save himself from getting beat up in the .

"Huh." She puffed and let him go. She pulled on her own collar to tidy up herself and let out some air from her lungs. "You're fortunate that I'm not really angry since I got my hair done yesterday. Fine. Tomorrow is it then. But you better be vigilant. I'm giving you another chance which is the last one I'm giving. Tomorrow. If you don't.. You know what's waiting you." He nodded. 

She left walking through the hallway like a model on a runway. Well, pretty but rude. That was what people call fake. It was not really what you should care about but you couldn't help but felt pity for the guy. 

People started to walk away as the show had pulled its curtain. Cruel. You slammed you locker slowly after putting the bookmark back between the pages that you had come to and checking the contents of your locker. InJun was still there in the same spot kneeling and catching his breath with people watching him with disgusted glare.

You couldn't hold yourself but had this urge to help him and you did so. With books in your arms, you took your time to approach him.

"Hey." You initiated. You bent down to his level while he adjusted his view to look at the one who was calling him. He was clenching on his lips, his face was so pale, you thought he had leukemia. His hair was still in order, just a little bit out from their position due to the shaking made by JinSoo just now.

"Here." You took out your hand for him to grab. His eyes dropped to your palm and glanced back up to your face. He scanned the firm smile on your face and he could sense something behind your eyes that made him lost his hesitation. 

He put his hand on your palm and gripped on it, you stood up to pull him up with you. 

"It's okay. I'm one of you too. I feel you and I'm always behind your back." You pat reassuringly on his shoulder as he shifted on his legs and jerked his sleeve to his wrist. "Thanks." 

"You're welcome." You curled your lips into a smile for him so you could coax him about the challenges of a chaebol's life. Or to be more specific, an underrated chaebol's life. 

"I'll see you around. Stay strong, okay?" You motivated for the last time, forming your right hand into a fighting fist and pumped it to his direction before leaving him alone in the hallway as it was lunch time. 

**********

Being a chaebol was certainly not easy. Chaebols were divided into few groups. You were in bad luck if you were in the lower class. Most of the students in your school, Hikwan Highschool were from the business area. In the business area, there was a total of 11 groups which the first one was the Samsung Group and was followed by the LG Group. 

You were not from the both groups mentioned above, you were from the Lotte Group which its industries were construction, food, energy, hospitality and shopping. And you were from the food group as your father was the holder of Lotte biggest food product, Farm on the Road Chococo. 

Imagine biggest. That was a lot of works to be done. Your father was extremely busy with his works, he would never have time for you and your family. Your mom was helping him out, so automatically that made them both had hectic schedule and life was practically chaotic from all the complains from the user of Lotte Food. So.. You were alone in your house most of the time and surprisingly, at school too. 

Lots of people would want to avoid you. You didn't know why, but you once heard that they said your face had this arrogant vibe. So you went back home and observed your features. You didn't get why they said that. For you, you seemed nice. Not that high-nosed. Your eyes were not even sharp, it was blunt at the end, making it round and cute. You didn't understand why they said so. Maybe because you often judge those overly childish girls who her childish acts frequently didn't come from the heart. Like a ty act just to catch attention. You know... Something just like a girl's action to get a boy's attention. I know you experienced it at least once in your lifetime when you got disgusted with those poutings and beggings. So.. Eww. Hence, you assumedthat was why they called you 'arrogant'. Maybe just because you don't know how to socialize since you had no siblings to talk to. Well, you wouldn't know the truth if you didn't investigate it yourself.

It was November. This week was the last week of school so the teachers assigned you guys with the last project before you guys graduate just to remind how important education is in life. So yeah. That was what JinSoo was fussing about. The assignment the teacher asked for. And InJun as her slave, had to get it done for her. And yeah, InJun did it and she had passed it to the teacher already. You were lucky you weren't her coolie. Or not... Gosh. you wouldn't have time for your story writing.

Talking of story writing, you had always love literature. As a Korean, English was definitely not one of the best ranking subject in school as most Korean couldn't really pronounce it accurate. But thanks God, you were gifted the intelligence to understand English. You loved story writing. Just, there were so many story plots running in your mind that you had to write it down. Maybe this occured when you were perfectly obsessed in the boy group SHINee. Oh my god, could you imagine how perfect is Key? So you wrote about him most of the time. 

Unfortunately, your parents didn't really support you to become your dream, an author. They would rather want you to become a businesswoman. Businesswoman? Yeah you were from the business area but you had 0% of business interest in your heart. No. None. You just didn't like to talk here and there and you were not good at managing. So you were eliminated from the course. Nope. You were not taking that course in the university.

**********

School had ended. It was time to wait for the results and you were sure to pray to God so your results would come out ace. Just so you could major in English Literature.

Your parents were hom today, merely. They must have something to do or just they were about to go to work but they were informing the maid to do something she didn't usually do out of the blue since it was just 7.00 a.m. 

You pushed your room door open which you hated because it was heavy. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and forced to tear your eyes from all the glue that sticked them together. You didn't need your sense to put on your rabbit shoes.

Rabbit shoes is comfortable you can't deny that. The hush sound made by the friction between the floor and the sole of the shoes just reduced the percentage of you wanting to care about what was the fuss down there. 

"I think 1st Jan would be good."

"She's just 19 that time! She's too young!"

"We have to! They only want to accept the date before March! They can't leak it to the crowd!"

You didn't even want to care about those quarrels. If your parents were home, that was their only conversation : fight. 

You dropped your hand to your side, stepping down the stairs and greeted, "Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mum."

Your voice had them stopped and their expressions halted, especially your mom when she turned extremely bright. "Hey sweeteheart! How was your sleep?"

"I don't wanna wake up." You answered sotto voce. You walked pass the maid while greeting her and made your way to the kitchen. You then flipped open the fridge then grabbed a mini size carton of milk. 

Your dad was sending cue to your mom and you thought that there was something fishy going on. So you sounded, "Anything there to tell me?" and you had your mom giggled nervously. 

"Well dear.." She paced towards you slowly as you took a seat at the kitchen island. She rubbed her palms against each other and tightened the black form-fitting blazer she wore for her career.

Your dad followed her move with the ordinary gesture he always had : hands in the pocket. Your mom thumped her hands in front of you and you didn't mind as you grabbed a hold of the box of cereal behind you. 

"Dear.. We actually have something to tell you which is.." Your mum's eyes rolled sideway to your dad and he scrunched his eyes towards you and sent a signal to her. You teared the box open and pulled out a packet of cereal in a huge aluminium foil and you proceeded by tearing off the aluminium too. 

"We will have a dinner with a very important person tomorrow night. And.. They are hoping to see you-"

"Who?" You asked. Your question had them startled as they seemed dubious to tell you. Your dad interrupted the silence, "Well, it's just one of our business partner whom really wanted to meet you."

Being a chaebol wasn't easy. You had to deal with stupid dinners and this and that just so you could fulfill their needs. 

"Are you planning to send me off to work?"

"No! No sweetheart! They just plainly wanted to meet you."

"Okay then." You munched harshly on the cereal and scooped another spoon of it and put it in your wet cavern. 

"That's my daughter!" She picked on her fingers, a click sound created. "A stylist will come tomorrow evening to help you prepare."

You choked on the flabbish chewed cereal.

A.. a stylist?

You made them jumped with the sudden eerie sound passed through your lips as you were searching help from the water. 

You gulped one by one all the while rubbing your heart. You set the glass down and breathed heavily. 

"A stylist?!" You shot your dark chocolate orbs towards them. "Are they that important?"

"Of course, dear! Everyone knows them!"

God, this had to be good.

"Fine." You waved your white flag.

"Thank you thank you thank you sweetheart!" Your mum ran to your direction and hugged the living life out of you. 

"Okay." You answered soft.

"Okay then, dear. We're off to work first. Have a nice day." Your father said tranquilly and picked up his briefcase and your mum followed. 

"Goodbye sweetheart! I love you!"

"Uh.. Bye." You waved weakly.

This really had to be good. 

**********

 Well. The stylist was good. She decorated you like the way you asked her an it was totally your cup of tea. White floral-laced dress was the best.

It was 8.30 pm. It was about time for the important guest to arrive.

"Sweetheart! I hope you're done!" You heard your mum shouted fron below. The sharp voice of her was enough to make you rushed and sprinted to your mirror. You tidied up your bangs and flipped your ponytail one last time before checking how you look.

Perfecto.

You confidently ran down the staircase and you really couldn't express how excited you were because this was the first time getting styled with the type of dress you liked-

Woah. You sure didn't expect the guest to be this big. 

"Oh, is she your daughter?" The huge guy inquired while pointing out to you on the staircase, holding onto the wooden banister. You clenced your grip on wood as your parents tilted back to you. They smiled. 

"Yes, she is. She's pretty, isn't she?"

You really didn't like your mum when she was trying to promote you like that. 

"Yeah, they'll be a perfect match."

Wait. What?

Your dad giggled, your mum mimicked him. "I'm sure they will."

"Come join us, sweethear. You're the main character today."

Okay. You didn't mean to sound rude but you truly didn't like the way it sounded. It screamed suspicsious and fishy. 

You held the frown that your lips was threatening to form just to not hurt their feelings due to your ignorant attitude. You resumed to walk down the steps, approaching your parents and stood beside them. The guy sent a smile to you and of course, being the courteous girl you were, you bowed down to him. 

"Well, she looked like a whole package. That will leave him a good impression."

"I'm sure it will." Your mum agreed, adding more question marks wandering in your head. 

**********

 For an accurate time of 15 minutes, the guest was more enormous that you had ever thought.

You sat on the luxurious armchair uncomfortably as heavy stares were planted on you.

"So, what are you planning to major in?" The woman asked. Well, maybe you should call her mo-

"Answer her, sweetheart." Your mum was attempting to squeeze a proud answer out of you when you saw the squint in her eyes, grasping on the beatifully carved metal fork. 

You wanted to obey her, but you didn't want to be fake. So rather than being phony, better safe than sorry. 

"English Literature." Your reply had everyone curious, chaebols didn't usually choose that course. Most chaebols would be sent to ultimate and hard courses by their parents. Well, they were forced to do so just to protect their family pride. 

You could saw the hint of inquisitiveness in everyone's features and you couldn't help but to feel a little bit insecure. Your mum's forehead was scrunched into waves once you pronounced the word 'English-'.

The boy in front of you knitted his eyebrows together too, being too selfsame like his mum. His knuckles got white as the spoon between his fingers were bent down a little.

How in the hell Park Chanyeol was in your mansion eating right now?

The huge K-Pop boy band, EXO's main rapper was munching on the lightly fried asparagus prepared by your maid? Sitting across you with his eyebrows waving around? God, if any of your schoolmates knew this, you would be dead. Bet he didn't eat oily food that he scrunched his perfect nose like that (although your family used olive oil).

You chose to make yourself silent after the negative responds you got just now. 

The moment you saw him stepped out of the limo, your heart dropped. It was not that you like him, you were not one of his fans. It was just that- He was such a well-known guy in the entertainment industry that he should not be here. And you were just a.. a normal chaebol who used her parents' money to buy lots of romantic novels and took advices and tips from the thick books. 

The vibe he was sending was definitely not cool, the whole opposite of the nickname he had, Happy Virus. He never put on his smile to you. The way he walked beside you when you were welcoming him, the way he made you felt so tiny, you were just his neck level. It was just so surreal.. to believe that he was in your house.

The environment got surprisingly deep and awkward just by the two words that fell from your heart and mouth. Chanyeol's mum's mouth was closed as just now she was spreading her jaw as wide as a shark broke the water to hunt birds that flew above the sea. His dad didn't really seem to care about what was going on around him. All you could see that he only cared about the food.

And thanked your mum for denying all of that. 

"Hahahahahahaha she is like that! She has this super cool imagination skill that you will be mind blown." She joked, not even aware the effects that you had with her answers.

You hated every moment when your mother talked about your ambition to become a novelist. It was not that you didn't udnerstand, you did know that she wanted you to inherit your family business. Anyway, your grades in Mathematics were way much more better than any other students in the school but- you just didn't like the business stuff and management thing. You were a clumsy person, so you were very sure that you wouldn't match in those kind of matters.

The others tee-heed while you zipped your mouth and bit your inner cheek till the thin wall bled. It just.. hurt.

"So, Chanyeol." Your father called out for him. He lifted his head with that enlarged eyes of him and looked at the old man. "Yes?" He hummed.

"How is your work? Is it tough?" Your father digged his fork into the tender part of the steak and brushed the knife against it repeatedly to separate them into smaller pieces.

Being an idol, you knew it wouldn't be easy for him because you knew that he had to take care of his action 24/7 which was quite tiring for not being yourself. And you had to continously make people satisfied with you- which was a difficult task to fulfill. 

"Err.. It was tough at the beginning, but I'm used to it now." His tongue ran across his well arranged and pearl white teeth after he replied to your father and he earned a nod from him. 

This was really not what you wanted. You really had this urge to kick him out of the house for creating such an eerie environment in your house. You didn't hate him, it was just an unexplained feeling.

After Chanyeol spoke, everyone ducked down their head, the food suddenly got so much more good looking and interesting than the huge handsome star sat at the end of the crystal marble table. It was really weird when they were chatting so much among themselves, leaving you and Chanyeol 'enjoying' meals in front of each other like that and made phenomenal eye contacts and he would break it first, leaving a light pink tint painted on his chubby cheeks.

Very, very, very unpleasant. 

You caught a slight thump fell upon your right ear and stared at your mother. 

"Okay. Can we just get it to the point?"

To what point?

You reflected Chanyeol's eccentric expression while looking at them, searching for any clues from their movements and trying to reach their telepathy. However, your mother avoided your eyes, she felt bad about this, too.

"You two, are going to marry each other."

Dang it.

Let's not deny that you had read containers of arranged marriage fanfics about Key on various websites. You, yourself had even planned to write one down whenever your ideas would gain again.

But everything was too late. Key was too late. 

You? Marrying Chanyeol of EXO?

You felt a neglected sting at the pit of the heart, it felt like your burdens just got heftier, stress that once numbed your brain suddenly fell from its original place to your heart, all you could think was how could they plan this without your permission first? If they did, it would be so much better in not abusing your feelings, although it was ChanYeol. At least you still had the time to make rooms for him in your heart.

While you were too engrossed processing the latest news, you thought the elderlies were popping bottles of alcohol such as whisky or whatever drinks that you had never touched, celebrating their triumph in tricking you to fall into their trap of wealth. However, it was the totally opposite, far from what Korean cliché romatic dramas portrayed when the mother of the important character asked for their money. You bet they, too had the same emotions as you. Who would want to have their one and only daughter to marry someone she didn't love? They would, for prosperity. 

For somewhat reasons, the matters in the air began to race against each other, crashing into each other, making the air pressure increased. The invisible matter had somehow succeed in taking everyone's attention, at last for a century, just by producing the evident bitterful tension between the four of you.

It made you questioned for at least a second about how Chanyeol kept himself hushed for such a long time after the release of the latest news. You had perfectly heard how the girls in your school ogled him, showing to their companions the latest updates and pictures of him. He was well-known, very well-known for his smile. You remembered when you accidently overheard a girl's conversation with her mate, Chanyeol's signature quote had never left your mind after you listened to the girl's voice.

No matter how difficult and hard something is, I will always be positive and smile like an idiot.

You were willing to admit that you were a deceit if you said that wasn't the most positive quote you had came upon in your life.

Where was your smile, Chanyeol? Let me see that prominent smile, sir. Where had your words gone?

It took Chanyeol some times to talk.

"Mum, no."

"Darling Chanyeol, please. Please, this is the last requests I'm asking from you. If you're mad at me, then be mad. Just please do this for me. I beg you."

"Mum, no! I won't ever marry the girl I don't even know her name!" He yelled at his parents, it made you felt like a worthless when he mentioned your non-existence name.

"Park Chanyeol, mind your manners!" His father cut in, the dinner went from peaceful high class restaurant to devastated cafeteria that just ended its food fight with food splattered all over the floor. Just a bit of changes here, the dialogue were splattered with hatred. "Yeah, I don't know that I should do that when I'm about to sacrifice my life for a highschool girl." 

"Chanyeol, stop it. And she's not a highschool student anymore."

"Then what? A pre-schooler teacher? Wow."

"She ended her highschool and no, she's neither going to college or the nearest nursery, she's going with you."

Woah, wait, what?

Now that was what you should protest. They could send you off with someone, but not separating you with your books. Not ever. At least let you had some freedom, you selfish adults!

"Mum, is that true? I'm not going to college?" You averted your focus on your mother who was fumbling with the hem of her office skirt with her head angled downwards, her lips formed a thin line. "No, dear." She murmured slowly.

You leaned against your chair and mumbled a small "Unbelievable.".

You let out a surrender sigh, shutting your eyes and said, "Will you at least let me finish my study first, please?". You perceived a low chuckle.

"First? First you say? Oh yeah, who wouldn't want to marry an idol like me? Earning money the whole time so you could use those money for yourself till the last cent of it, who wouldn't want a piece of Park freaking Chanyeol?" He clenched his sharp jaw and stared straight into your frame.

Wow, who would have thought the almighty Park Chanyeol was boasting about himself, he sounded so haughty and egoistic, you wanted to slap him in that handsome face. Sue me, SM. You wouldn't care anyway as long as you could wipe those conceitied smirks off his face.

"I'm sorry, mister. I know every girls out there want a piece of you, but unfortunately, I'm truly sorry. I don't even want to touch any single of your fur." You knew that you heard yourself right when the sound of his ego trembled at your brave statement, not ever a single person had ever told him that. 

"Stop it already, kids. This is none of our decisions. This is plainly the wish of our ancestors."

Another fraud. Your parents clearly wanted Chanyeol's cash and his parents simply wanted your father's money

Chanyeol flipped the utensils to the centre of the table, eaning himself deadly glares from his father.

"The wedding will be held on 12 January. Everything is planned so don't any of you have the intention to ruin this."

Chanyeol's eyes widen, 'Seriously? 12 January? This old man has got to be kidding me.'

"What? Dad! You know 12 Jan is Kyungsoo's birthday! I have to attend his party!" He opened his arms broad on top of the caramel-coloured furniture that was set with plenty of food and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh? If you want to attend his party, then you need to bring her along. Will you want that?" The father fought his son by folding his arms under his chest and lifted his eyebrows, provocating the younger him. Perfect eyebrows ran in their genes.

Chanyeol flew his hands in the air in disbelief, "Great. Right before my Christmas comeback, huh?" 

"You bet, kiddo."