♔CHAPTER ONE- Han Jaejoon 

I lay in my bed thinking about my very own, pointless life. My room is literally the size of an ant’s butthole. My house is so tiny, yet I never actually tried extremely hard in school like those child geniuses. Actually, I can’t say I never tried. I wanted to try, I wanted to do well but I couldn’t because I had to work for myself at the same time.

Why did my parents even abandon me? Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever met them in my life, apart from the day I was born. It seems as though we were separated since day one of my ‘oh so pointless’ life.

I glance over at the book filled with different cupcake and cookie recipes. I’ve had years to master them, and I think I’m doing alright. I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep on my stupid, small, uncomfortable bed. Call me someone who just spends time complaining, because that's what I am, as well as being uncapable of doing things. 

Before- three years ago _____________________________________________________________________________

It’s the last day of my high school life. I watch as students dance around happily holding up acceptance letters from smart universities. I gaze at my empty hands and stare at the air lingering inside my bare hands.

What am I going to do in my life? I don’t want to spend my life doing nothing, but I’m really unsure on what I can do, since I have the inability to do anything. Without wanting to spend the last few won in my pocket, I decide to walk home.

Exercising won’t do anything bad, would it?

Clutching tightly on my finished school books that I couldn’t fit in my bag, I begin to make my way home. Perhaps I can sell these books and earn a bit, but maybe I’ll do that later. I have to quickly rush home and get prepared for my afternoon shift of work.

I quicken my pace and run faster, tripping over. I swear I felt someone stick their foot out.

‘Oh! Looks like someone fell over!’ He mocks.

I wince in pain at my bleeding knee and start to pick up the books that were sent flying in the air and crashing down. Does he not know simple manners?

‘Did you do that on purpose?’ I ask. ‘I was stretching my leg while sitting on this bench, did you purposely run into my foot because you didn’t want me to stretch? Shame on you, young girl.’ He says.

I look up to see an arrogant yet gorgeous looking guy with black hair, his bangs covering parts of his eyebrows. He doesn’t look like he’s a high school student, yet he does look like a fairly young man just at the age of twenty. I stare at his clothes, they look expensive to me, and not what commoners like me would wear. The wind blows and I can smell his strong cologne.

‘Why don’t you apologise? I can’t even get up, you bastard!’ Does he even know how to act in society?

‘What, why can’t you get up?’ He asks, scratching the back of his neck.

‘I… my knee, is grazed and bleeding because of you.’ He bends down and glances at my knee with a sudden gasp. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know such thing would happen!’

‘Do you want me to help you? Where do you live, I can take you home.’

‘No need.’

‘You can’t even walk, stupid .’ What did he just call me?

‘I’ll piggy back you home! As long as you let me stay at your house for a couple of months.’

‘Don’t you have your own home?’

‘No.’ That was an odd response, I didn’t expect him to have no house, considering the expensive looking clothes he’s wearing. This guy seems strange.

‘My house is small, and who knows whether or not you’re a , or a e! I'm only eighteen!'

‘Well I’m twenty, if anything happens it won’t matter that much, we’re not young anymore.’He arrogantly replies, ‘What the did you just say?’ This man is actually inbelievable. 

‘Please let me stay, I’m homeless, I swear!’ He says, staring at me with his round puppy eyes. This strange guy sure doesn’t fail to actually look adorable, however, I’m not that typical foolish girl to get mesmerised by a good looking strange guy with slight attitude. Or am I?

‘Fine.’ I bluntly say.

‘YAY!’ He yells, throwing air punches and letting me hop on his back. I must be careful of this mysterious guy. ‘By the way, what’s your name?’

He looks into space for a while, staring at the surroundings. My question wasn’t hard to answer, was it?

‘Um..Uh…’

‘Huh?’ I ask.

‘Um..Umm… I’m Han Jaejoon.’

Now- three years later_____________________________________________________________________________

I wake up to the bright sunlight shining through the window. I’m so lonely, not even able to express my personality to anyone, because I have no friends. The closest person I’ve ever been to was just him, some stupid who strangely walked into my life and happened to give me a temporary passion.

I guess it’s time to open up the shop, which is only around 50 metres away from my stupid house. It’s still early in the morning, I guess I have time to produce some freshly baked cupcakes and cookies, since my customers love them fresh. I enter the kitchen, staring at the stove and pots and pans. The ingredients should still be fresh as well. I honestly don’t like this place, it’s so lonely, tied with a mysterious aura of creepiness and being abandoned.

Stupid .

Before- three years ago _____________________________________________________________________________

Jaejoon had successfully walked all that way from school to my house, which is about an hour walk, considering he also had to carry me. Tough luck, little brat, it was