Daehyun's POV

My mom and my sister stared me down as I leaned back on the couch as I avoided their gaze, playing with my phone whilst texting one of my girls at the club

I smirked at the reply I got and in an instant I felt my phone disappear in my hands and I glared at my sister

"Noona, give it back," I warned and reached out my hands in an attempt to get it back but she was faster

"Jung Daehyun," my sister hissed and that's when I knew that I had to be serious

"I TOLD you, that she's off limits. What part of OFF LIMITS did you not understand?" my sister scolded

"I understood what you meant, I understand Korean. I did a background research like you asked and I haven't violated her at all,"

"Really? That's your excuse? Of all people, why her? You know you shouldn't,"

"And why not?"

"Are you serious? You're seriously considering her to be one of your playthings? I don't think so," she argued and my mom just looked between us as we just continued at each other

"Noona, I'm just helping a friend,"

"Friend? Really? Since when did you friendonize girls? NEVER!! No matter what the girl looks like, what background she came from, she ALWAYS ends up in your bed. I CAN NOT have Shin Yumin be the same. She's a pitiful one already, why do you have to make her more pitiful?"

"I'm not going to sleep with her noona, calm down. I was just going to help her out, she lives by herself and she has no friends for crying out loud. I can't just let her...die like that, alone. I'm just doing her a favor,"

"Jung Daehyun, I don't care why you a.."

"Excuse me," a voice interrupted and all of us turned towards the stairs to see a pale looking Yumin standing in front of the staircase using the rail as support

"I should head back to the hospital, considering how I left without notifying the doctor. Thank you for your hospitality," she said and bowed. She gave us a smile and headed towards the doorway

"Wait Yumin!" I called and she turned around

"You can live at our house. If you stay here you wouldn't be lonely and because we have a family doctor you'd be taken care of," I offered and she shook her head

"Thanks for the offer Jung Daehyun but no thanks," she said and bowed once again before exiting our home

"She sure is different from all the other girls your brought home," my mom acknowledged and I groaned in response

"Which starts to make me feel like I haven't disciplined you enough for sleeping around,"

"You don't discipline me,"

"My point exactly," and left the room

I chuckled and headed towards the stairs

"Daehyun-ah, we tell each other everything. When I met her at my shop and when she told me her name, I knew I heard it somewhere. Then I remembered, she was your first target. The first girl you were trying to play with but got rejected endlessly. I don't care if Yumin became your first target because you liked her or if you just closed your eyes and picked. Yumin, she should NEVER be one of your targets, no, you shouldn't try to make her your target again. Do you understand Jung Daehyun?" she asked but instead of answering I just headed upstairs

Once I entered my room , I immediately laid on my bed as I started to think about what my sister had said

"First target *sigh*, I forgot about you until this year," I whispered to myself

Narrator's POV

Daehyun's freshman year, that was the most life changing time, well at least for him because that's when he started to get noticed by girls and receive a lot more attention and love, but that was also the year he decided he will only go after these girls for one purpose, sleeping with them

He decided to just start something, something that would allow for his confidence to build up, knowing that the girls like him. So he decided to start the 'Targets'

He would decide a girl, either randomly or by choice and stay with her for at least a week and listen to how much she loves him. If he thinks she is worthy of his love then he would stay with her longer. However, his 'relationships' never lasted longer than a month. So he changed his targets frequently, and yup, this was just a shallow way to earn love and know how much people loved him. And maybe, just maybe, it was a shallow way for him to find his soul mate, destiny, lover

So freshman year, he decided he needed to start getting a move on his first target. He didn't know how to choose or who to choose. After a week of trying to find someone, he saw a crowd around a girl who had her head down so that her hair would cover her face as they yelled at her, bashing her, cursing at her. They threw every hurtful verbal word out there to her. Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can't...that is a load of bull. That day was the most traumatizing da