Nayeon looked at the online article and threw the tablet on the vanity table as she was getting her makeup fixed.

“You’re on, Nayeon!” The photographer shouted from the main floor.

“Alright!” She shouted back as her makeup artist stumbled when reapplying her lip gloss.

“Woah,” Taegi scoffed, “Someone’s a bit grouchy.”  Nayeon eyebrows continued to furrow. Taegi grinned and smooth them out, “Cheer up, you’re getting married to Lee Jinki.”

Nayeon stood up from her styling chair, “Lucky me,” she said with sarcasm.

“I don’t get why you’re so upset,” Kibum, her gay stylist, intruded as he quickly gave her a leather jacket to finish off her look, “He’s young, y, and super rich. Where do I apply to get my own?”

Taegi hit his arm and glared at him.

“Well you’re free to take mine,” Nayeon murmured as she stepped on the set of her photoshoot.

Though Jinki looked like he paid full attention to the man giving a presentation, his mind roamed off thinking about her. After all these years he still couldn't her out of his memory and although he missed her, he had no choice but to take the obstacles life handed him and accept them– even if it leaves one wounded and scarred. 

The lights were . Jinki stood up as everyone else gave him a bow. "Thank you, everyone, for coming, any further questions can be discussed in next week's meeting." Everyone exited the door and walked out of the meeting hall while talking amongst themselves. Without even having to eavesdrop, he knew it was about his marriage. 

"Congratulations, Lee Jinki-sshi," every single board member said as they passed him by.

Jinki smiled and bowed, "Thank you." 

As the room emptied, there stood a man as young as Jinki. He clapped his hands and walked closer to the man, "Congratulations, Lee Jinki-sshi." Jinki turned around and faced the smug look on his face, "I'm sure this will be a great and prosperous profit."

"How unfortunate though," Jinki smiled, "You could've used it more."

Minho let out a chuckle, his Adam's Apple dropping then reviving to its position, "That's a good one!" His laughter grew short and was instead replaced with a smirk. He threw his hand on the back of Jinki's left shoulder then squeezed it tightly, making him flinch from the pain. Minho knew of his weak spot and used it to his full advantage, "Too bad I've already got a token of my own." He pulled away from Jinki then walked away.