It was a grey morning, in a stuffy office, in an ugly atmosphere.

Two figures sat opposite each other across an intricate glass desk, their sturdy forms radiating cold authority and calm fury. A single sheaf of cream paper lay before them; the bold, formal letters digging graves in the two minds.

‘Marriage Contract’

‘.’ The woman spat, her bold, almond eyes sharpening at the notion.  She took a disgusted look at the figure before her and stood up abruptly. ‘Minho, we’re leaving- this .’

A tall, slim man walked in through the heavy doors and nodded slowly. ‘Your car is ready.’ His patient tone slit the heavy atmosphere smoothly.

Youhee threw a heated glare at the office. Her luxurious wavy black hair bounced as she snapped her form towards the figure. ‘You can tell your of a mother that this isn’t happening.’

The man frowned and gave her a blank look. ‘It will happen anyway.’

Youhee’s porcelain face flushed and she opened to retaliate. Finding nothing to say however, she gritted her teeth and stormed out of the office, leaving Minho to follow her out slowly with a small bow and a formal apology.

When the oaken doors were shut, Joon relaxed and sighed, his angled, masculine face set in broken discord and agitation.

That was the woman he was supposed to spend his life with. Great.

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