I don’t know where to start… My life’s perfect. A full degree of interior designing, famous parents, loaded with cash and flooded with boys. Who would ask for more? Well, I do. Nobody in this world would get enough of what they had and I just want more. More as in Kim Myungsoo to beg for me. Park Chorong never loses. Ever.

-Park Chorong-

‘Kim Myungsoo.’ Just when he entered his house, he halted upon hearing his father’s voice calling his name in anger.

‘Do you know what time is it?’ He looked in front and saw his father, his aunt and Park Chorong with their faces plastered with bitterness. He glanced at his watch and it’s already nine.

‘I had to ask my driver to send me here. Oppa, don’t you get my text message?’

‘Nope. I guess you sent it to the wrong number.’

‘Don’t be rude to our guest, dear nephew. We can still have our dinner. Come.’ Kim Joori signaled him with her hands, asking Myungsoo to go with them.

‘I’m not hungry.’ He said casually and wanted to head upstairs but before he could take a single step, his father spoke.

‘How long are you going to be like this? Poor Chorong here. She’d waited for you long enough.’

‘It’s okay, Uncle Kim. If L said he’s not hungry, then just let him rest. He must’ve been tired with his job today.’ Chorong blinked her eyes several times trying to act cute and gave Myungsoo’s father a warm smile.

‘But Chorong, dear…’

‘Well, I guess I’m off..’

‘That’s it, Myungsoo! I’ve had enough with your pathetic attitude! That girl left you and you just have to move on with your life! I don’t want to hear any excuses. If you don’t want to take Chorong to dinner, at least send her home tonight. Poor her. She didn’t eat anything since lunch waiting for you!’ His father suddenly exploded and left to his room.

‘Ooh.. Somebody’s mad.. Well, Myungsoo dear. You heard what your father said, right? Have fun you two..!’ Joori waved her hands and left to the dining room, to eat maybe.

‘Call your driver.’

‘No, I won’t. Your father said you’ll send me home, right? Come on, Oppa..’ The girl went closer towards him and started to wrap her arms around Myungsoo’s neck which gave sudden chills to his spine.

‘Get your hands off of me! Araso, let’s go. Just don’t touch me!’

***

He sighed upon remembering her words. What’s so good in that guy? Despite being an , she still stayed by his side. Was she that blind?

Woohyun looked in front and saw the man signaled him, meaning it’s his turn next. It’s another performance of his on Japan live broadcast. And it’s just his first step of becoming big. He took his phone and texted her, hoping that she would re