You felt close to nothing as your back was slammed hard against the lockers.

“Come on...Is this the best you got? Bullying me with your CHEAP TRICKS everyday?”

You sneered up at your attacker – one of the JeGuk High School's biggest bullies – Choi Youngdo.

“Tsk, Taehee-ah, are you starting to get bored of me already?”

He looked down at you with the pair of beastly eyes he flashed back at the world. Placing one hand on his chest, showing an expression of fake hurt, Youngdo mocked you. “Ouch Taehee-ah. You're being so cold to me now. Don't you appreciate my way of showing my affections towards you anymore? Hm, my beloved-” Before he could even speak the next word out loud, revealing your real connection with him, you punched him hard in the gut. “Don't you dare, Choi Youngdo.” You growled lowly, unintentionally firing his will more.

Choking out for a moment, relishing in the pain of your surprise attack, Youngdo found your attitude today quite impressive. He couldn't help but chuckle. “Or what? You'd bail out on me?” He scoffed before wiping off the thin layer of sweat that had formed around his temples and pinning your arms on the locker doors with his bare hands. “You know you can't do that my dear. That arrangement's been settled even before we were brought out in this world and you know that very well.” Closing in beside your left ear, he nuzzled his head on your neck, sniffing your scent in.

“Hmmm, I just love how you smell everyday.”

He moaned against your neck, chuckling a few seconds when he felt you flinch.

You could feel the smirk forming on his lips as he gently grazed his lips on your skin.

“You smell of Chanel, of American breakfast and not to mention, you smell so good – in your very own brand, Kang Taehee-style.”

Leaning back, Youngdo finally let go of you.

“That's it for now,”

You were just about to move away when he pushed your shoulder back down, whispering eerily,

“My beloved FIANCEE.”

'Ladies and gentlemen, there you go . . .

. . . Meet my psychotic, gangster-like, chaebol-heir FIANCEE – Choi Youngdo.'

After attending your classes with Youngdo, managing to somehow oust him by either just plainly ignoring him no matter what or him getting caught by the teachers. The moment the lunch bell rang, you hurriedly exited the room and headed to the cafeteria. You could overhear the voices of the usual students sharing gossip once again. 'What's new? It's like this everyday anyways. Them talking about how I get picked on by Youngdo despite my family's social-financial status.' You sighed, settling your tray down on the empty table. 'Oh well, at least they don't know about our engagement.' Then you started eating your meal.

“I can't believe it...She must've pissed Youngdo big time.”

“Yeah, I know right? It's like she's the only GIRL Youngdo's ever picked on.”

“I wonder if they do share a certain...you know, a certain history, or a secret relationship.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you swallowed down the chunks of your food. You hurriedly reached for your drink and gulped half of it down, relieving yourself. Just as you were about to resume in eating, the sound of a chair being dragged across you alerted your senses. 'Not again. Can't he just leave me alone?' You felt like bile was rising up your throat the moment you felt whose presence it was. “Awww, what now? Can't I eat with my favorite girl in school?” Youngdo's voice rang out and you didn't even need to look up to confirm whether or not you were right.

“Go screw with someone else Choi Youngdo.” You coldly shot back, scooping into your rice bowl when your intruder swatted the bowl away with his spoon, making the food spill out on the ground and the ceramic breaking into pieces. “Not on your watch, of course. Wouldn't want these people spread rumors about me womanizing when my fiancee's just around me, right?” He leaned into the table, inching close to you as if he was trading top secrets with you. “Although, they don't really know that part of our equation yet, I'd still opt for you than other women.”

He smirked cockily at you and then started digging in his own food. “First you spoil my morning and now you made me lose my appetite after throwing my food away even when I'm not yet done with it.” You stood up, the harsh sound of the chair's feet scraping loudly against the concrete. “Go on , you can't ruin my day much more than this. But first, let me get back at you for wasting my food.” He was about to look up at you and shoot a snarky comeback when you took him by surprise, grabbing him by the nape and then plunging his head down into his bowl of chicken curry rice.

“Enjoy your meal, if you still can, that is.”

Finally, this was your final period and then you could escape from Youngdo's rants, only to come into another circle of Hell unleashed on Earth– Your Home. However, while you were fixing your stuff up in your bag, a loud slam on your desk interrupted you, along with the rest of your classmates. “The old runt texted me. He said to bring you over for dinner.” He said in a low voice, enough for only you hearing him. You opened your mind to decline but Youngdo got just quite a bit ahead of you. He grabbed your bag and rashly stuffed the rest of your books and notebooks inside and then taking you by the wrist, only to drag you out of the classroom.

When both of you reached the school's parking area, you came to a stop just in front of his motorbike. Youngdo wasted no time and tossed you a spare helmet. “Don't whine about the mode of transportation. I'm too lazy to call for a car to take us to the hotel where the old git told us to go and I'm sure as hell your car's still under your parents' watch ever since they caught you sneaking out to join those drag races. So if I were you, hop on and-” But you didn't want to let him finish. Instead, you stuck an unwrapped lollipop in his mouth and hopped onto the backseat.

“I know, I know. Now don't make us late. You know how the old geezers are when we show up late.”

You made a face at him before he took the main seat on his bike.

Youngdo couldn't help but stifle a smile.

“And you better not screw the act up again. We better convince them of our destructive and hazardous tandem this time around, MY Taehee-ah.”

“You sure I am the screw up here, Choi Youngdo? Because the last time we ate dinner with them, I was pretty sure that it was you who didn't stick to our badass plan.”

“Whatever! I'll make sure we'd bag a good deal for MYSELF this time.”

And with that, both of you sped off to Zeus' Hotel's main branch in Gangnam, one of the hotels owned by Youngdo's family.

“And I heard our Taehee managed to get 1st place for the Midterms Exam. Congratulations dear.” Mr. Choi acknowledged your recent achievement with a smile too bright for both of you and Youngdo's liking. “And what about me, Abeoji? Aren't you gonna congratulate me too? I ranked last. Me and Taehee-ah ranked at the ends of our entire batch. Aren't we just so perfect for each other?” Youngdo slung an arm around you confidently, meeting your gaze with a smirk that you wanted to wipe off his face so bad. 'Oh so this is how you wanna play, hm Choi Youngdo? Bring it. I'll be going at you too. Game on.' You smirked back at him before turning to your mother and your soon-to-be father-in-law.

“That's quite a statement there, Youngdo...OPPA. Don't you wanna tell our parents how you PURPOSELY HUMILIATED me in school again? You're really hurting my feelings!”

You whined girlishly, swatting Youngdo's arm off you, putting on the best expressions.

You prepared yourself for Youngdo's next blow, knowing he won't let this slide smoothly without letting you have a hard time.

“Come on jagi. Are you still pissed that I held you close in front of all those men in school? They were trying to flirt their way around you. I can't have that! Right, Eommeoni?”

Youngdo turned to your mother, who responded happily with a nod, as if to encourage Youngdo for doing his job as your fiancee well.

Let's just say dinner didn't go SO SMOOTH.

Not with Youngdo ALWAYS getting back at you TWICE AS HARD as the previous hit.

And his jokes were NOWHERE NEAR THE USUAL ONES,

Because this time, he was acting as if The TWO OF YOU finally became a COUPLE.

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