“So you're telling me, that because of a stupid contract I am to be engaged to that idiot Park Chanyeol?” As of now I sincerely question my mother's mental capacity, since just about EVERYONE in the school knows my relationship with the dork: That is, terrible.

“Yes, and need I remind you of the sweet and charming guy Yeollie is?” she cooed.

I almost threw up the water currently gliding down my sore throat. All this frustration is getting e no where: “Excuse me, Yeollie? SWEET MOTHER OF-”

“UH UH UH- What did I say about foul mouthing your elders?! Seo Mina I believe I made it clear to you that there is to be no disrespectful words passing around this house hold!”

The rest of her words are just history, because all that I can concentrate on (unfortunately) is the pair of shoes that lay neatly on the welcome mat of the door. I can recognize those pair of black converse anywhere. It couldn't be-

“Annyon, Wifey!” and just as expected... Park Chanyeol...

I faked a smile, "Annyon, Yoda!"

As my mother gasped, I rolled my eyes and stomped up the stairs. Sure, my bestfriend Bora's arranged marriage worked out just fine, to say the least. But what would promise me the life or death of my future? With my future husband deemed to be my top competitor in just about everything in life: Park Chanyeol.