"Mr. Lee, is everything alright? You look pale." The policeman sitting in the front passenger seat turned his head to look at Key.

"Sure, I'm fine," answered the young man evenly. This was not the first time he had sat in a car with two cops, but it was definitely the first time he wasn't handcuffed. How could this even happen? It must be a very bad joke. He tried to run away from his own wedding and ended up on the way to another one? Something looked pretty fishy. Since when were cops chauffeurs?

"Arg, this is too confusing." He sighed. What kind of weird circus was this?

Key could freak out right now, but he didn't. If there was one good thing he had learned from his father, it was how to stay calm and control the situation, no matter what dilemma he was facing.

At that moment it seemed like the best option was to wait until they got to their destination and to leave quietly. How hard could it be to leave a wedding? He only needed to get rid of these two cops, right?

The car stopped and his jaw dropped. The hotel – from the entrance to the wedding hall – was full of men in uniform: the police, the marine, the military. Kibum couldn't believe his eyes.

"Who the are these people? Whose wedding is this?"

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Taemin scanned the room, corner to corner. He was now alone. Not entirely; he knew the men from the airport were still outside. They said the 'boss' wanted to have a talk with him before 'it' started. Taemin took a look at the invitation on the table: "Choi Minho – Kim Kibum". So his name was 'Minho'? The door opened. He turned around, his curious eyes fixed on the man in front of him. There he was, the 'boss', the 'bridegroom'. Taemin wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel at that moment. He was now overloaded with various emotions.

Anxiety? After all, the men who brought him here were armed. And yet they called this guy 'boss'. To be honest Taemin could already tell who these people were. Guns? Gang tattoos? It was too obvious. But speaking it out loud would make it feel so real, so he didn't dare to.

Relief? Finally, someone might recognize he was not Kibum. It was a misunderstanding and if he explained everything, the 'boss' might understand and let him go.

But what if the other man didn't understand? What would they do to him when he was no longer of use to them?

The man was tall, well built. Even though he was wearing a suit, his muscles were far from hidden. He had an uncontroversially handsome face; his big eyes were especially breathtaking. Taemin hadn't expected the 'boss' to be so young and so attractive.

"He looks nice. Maybe he is," he thought hopefully.

"I'm sorry, as you can see I am not –" Taemin almost managed to tell the man he was not Kim Kibum, whose name he had only read from a sheet of paper when he was suddenly attacked by the bridegroom. A strong hand covered his mouth while the other strangled him mercilessly. Taemin panicked. He felt helpless. He could neither move nor cry for help. The force on his neck was so strong that he was sure he would be killed by a broken neck before he died from lack of oxygen.

"I take everything back. He is far from nice."

To his surprise, the other man loosened his grip.

"Listen, brat, I hate this blind marriage as much as you do, but not everyone is born to be the only heir like you, lucky bastard. Some people have to protect their position from their brothers, even if that includes marrying your gay to make father happy. So if you cause me any trouble, I'll break every one of your bones before I blow your brains out. I don't want to see any stupidity. You will now come out of this room and carry out the wedding. And if you try to run away I will break your ing neck. Understand?"

Taemin nodded silently. This was definitely not what he had expected.

Satisfied, the 'boss' finally let go and left as suddenly as he had come. Before he went through the door, he added,

"Remember this; the moment you become a burden, I'll kill you."

The door slammed shut. Taemin fell on the floor, breathing hard. This was déjà vu.

The young Taemin was sitting in a corner on the bed, his back against the wall, so that he could keep an eye on the whole hunter's cabin. The middle-aged woman sitting at the dining table stood up and started to pace back and forth. She bit her nails and turned her head to the door every time she walked in the other direction. The phone rang. She flinched. Within a second she answered.

"Do you have it?" She asked impatiently. Then she screamed very loudly.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my god. What do we do now?"

"I'm calm. Hurry up."

About thirty minutes later, Taemin heard a car stop in front of the hunter's cabin and a man rushed into the room. He dropped the gym bag he was holding in his hand onto the ground and kissed the woman passionately as soon as he saw her.

"Is this it?" She pointed at the gym bag, asking excitedly.

"Yes, it is, baby. 10 Million Euro in cash," he said proudly. She looked into the bag and couldn't believe her own eyes.

"Oh my god, I have never seen so much money," she gasped.

"Get used to it, honey. You're a rich woman now," the man replied.

"Let's leave now. I can't wait to get out of this damned place," she said.

"Sure, I just need to take care of one last thing," he said, pulling out his gun.

"What... What are you doing?" she stuttered in shock.

"We don't need him anymore. He'll only become a burden. Let's get rid of him." The man said, pointing the gun at the young Taemin.

Taemin flinched as someone tapped his shoulder. A woman was looking at him as if she was waiting for something. A short moment of silence passed and she finally said something.

"Sir?"

"Ahm, excuse me?" he questioned hesitantly.

"Are you ready? It's about time."

"About time?"

"Yes, sir. The ceremony is going to start now," the woman answered. She headed to the door and opened it for him.

"Are you coming?" she asked. Taemin stared at the open door and sighed.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" he mumbled.

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Kibum was counting every second to the end of the wedding. He was sure that when the guests left, it would be chaotic and thus the best opportunity to escape from this freaking place. It was getting late. The first guests should be ready to leave now.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I ask for attention?" Everyone looked at the stage. Mr. Kim, Jonghyun's father, was speaking.

"I haven't given the young couple a wedding present yet and I'd like to do it now."

"Holly !" Kibum screamed in his mind as he found himself standing before a private jet.

"Dad?" questioned Jonghyun who also was surprised by his father's unexpected wedding present.

"Have a great honeymoon, my dears," Mr. Kim said, smiling.

"Dad, this is really..."

"Ahm excuse me?" Kibum interrupted his husband.

"Yes, Taemin?" replied the Kims simultaneously.

"Where are we going?" Key asked.

"It's a surprise. I hope you'll like it," Jonghyun's father answered.

"Ok, great," Kibum forced a polite smile. "More surprises, I love surprises," he lied.

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"Really? You're not gonna let me out of this room?" Taemin asked the man at the door.

"Isn't this kind of my home now? I can't even look around?" he argued.

"Sir, I was told to not let you out. The boss said he'll be right back." the man answered dryly.

"Yeah, that was what you told me three hours ago too."

"I was told to not let you out until the boss-" he repeated.

"You said it already, for God's sake," Taemin cut off the man. "Why is everyone so afraid of him? Who the hell is he?"

The older man shot a questioning glance at him.

"You can leave now." Minho's voice ended the conversation. The 'guard' left without a word and so Taemin was left with Minho alone. To be honest, he preferred the earlier situation.

"I'm...," he said faintly. "I'm not going to rot in this room forever, am I?"

Minho stepped closer and whispered in the other's ear. "If it were my choice, I wouldn't mind it."

Taemin held his breath until his so-called husband stepped back.

"But we don't always get what we want, do we?" Minho said.

"Come in," he shouted out for someone. And seconds later a man in a dark blue suit entered the room. He looked older than Minho, but still very young. ­

"This is Onew. He is your 24/7 bodyguard. From now on you're his business. As long as you don't cause me any trouble, you should stay alive."

"Do you understand me?" Minho asked after not receiving any response from 'Kibum'.

Taemin still didn't react. His faced paled. He had seen this man before. He knew this man. But worse was, this man knew him.

"Jinki hyung, can we start the lesson a bit later? I'm so hungry," the young boy asked with puppy eyes.

"Taemin," Jinki answered, "Homeschool doesn't mean you can do what you want."

"Okay," replied the little boy, looking down sadly. Jinki sighed but gave in.

"Fine, you can eat first. But this is not going to happen again. Understand?"

"I understand. You're the best, hyung," beamed the young Taemin.

"Onew, this is him, Kim Kibum or Key or whatever. Just don't lose him and make sure he is home when father wants to see him." Minho introduced 'Key'.

"This is your husband? Kim Kibum?" Onew asked unsurely.

"That's what I just said, isn't it? Is there any problem? Do you know him?"

Taemin widened his eyes in fear. Of course, he knew him. Jinki had been his private teacher. He was in big trouble now. Not being the real Kim Kibum didn't have to mean his death but being a millionaire's son? Old memories came up to his mind. How was he going to survive another kidnapping?

"This is the end. He is going to kill me." Taemin thought.