It's been a week since our "wedding" and everyone was growing impatient. I wasn't the only one who wanted the money to be transferred as soon as possible.

I didn't know what father was waiting for.

I wonder what he'll make of it if I pressed him to send the money? Maybe he'll think I'm being pressured? He wouldn't be wrong though.

"Minji!," Jimin called out.

I scrambled out of my room and walked towards his. Maybe he needed to torture someone because he got stood up by father?

I gulped as all sorts of torture scenes went through my head.

"Yes," I said when I entered the room.

"Learn to knock, will you?"

"But you called me..."

"Oh, you wanna argue?" He stalked towards me and I mentally ripped my tongue out.

I shook my head like a madman.

But he strutted towards me and tipped my head up.

Crap. I was already in tears.

Terrified out of my wits, I just stared at him.

"Do you know how to cook?"

"I'm sorr-," I said but quickly stopped.

Huh?

I was in a stupor when he gripped my chin tighter, snapping me back.

That hurt.

"I asked something."

I nodded slightly.

"Look at that. You aren't that useless without your dad's money after all," he said menacingly.

I broke free from his grasp and looked at my feet.

"Cook something nice. My friends are coming over. Don't embarrass me or you won't have eyes to spill tears from."

A cold chill went through my spine.

I scrambled out of the room and ran for the stairs, wanting to distance myself from him as fast as possible.

But the problem was... I wasn't a great cook...

I just nodded in fear he'd split my head in half if I said no.

Now I stood in the kitchen, wondering if dying this way was better than dying because I'd refused to cook.

Well, at least now I'll die fighting.

Sighing, I went for rice... that's the only thing I knew I could cook without screwing up.

I was about done when the doorbell rang and I knew it must be his friends.

I got the door and stood stunned as not 1, not 2.. 6 extremely handso