I was welcomed in a dimmed stage, with a single red chair in the middle, all the girls seemed to know exactly where they’re going and they sat respectively on the seats surrounding the little stage.

“How do I look?” I heard someone asked.

“Better than I do, at least. Aish, I didn’t get to wear my mascara properly. Sehunnie would not like me for sure..” another cried. Who’s Sehunnie? I turned my head towards the source of the voices only to look at 2 miserable-looking-too-much-make-up fangirls. One with a curled long hair and insanely red lipstick and another with too-noticeable blush on, almost looking like a boiled crab. The others were practically the same or in some cases, worse.

A shining stage light made it’s way to the chair in the middle of the stage, only to create a spotlight for a blonde, weird looking man.

“SEHUNNIE!” the fangirls shrieked at once. Oh, this is the Sehunnie they’re talking about. Another second, a host(I’m guessing) appeared from nowhere and walked to the stage and casually greeted the audience.

“Welcome, love-seekers to the one and only, most prestigious match-making tv show, I Wanna Date You, Oppa!”

“Woohoo!” I hear everyone but myself cheered and clapped their hands in excitement.

“So, as usual, Oh Sehun here would have to pick 3 numbers and the girls with the said seat numbers should come forward, are you guys ready?”

“YES!” the fangirls said in unison. I looked left and right for any clues of this insanity, but nope, this is definitely not one of my brother’s shows so I just slumped in my seat, wanting to disappear somehow.

“Oh Sehun, please choose 3 straws containing the numbers.” The host instructed. Said boy easily chose 3 from the bowl of straws and handed them.

“Are you sure?” he asked as if it’s the most important moment of one’s life.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Well then, let’s call out the 3 lucky girls! First up, number 90!” he called. A cute looking girl jumped around too-excitedly, heading to the stage right away. Crews that are unseen on tv came with 3 smaller chairs and put them in front of Sehun. The girl sat on one of them.

“Next up, number 27!” a y looking(maybe older than me) girl stood up. I thought I was the crazy one to even watch this show now. Turns out there’s someone even crazier than I am, being amazingly beautiful yet still coming to this show.

“Our lucky last, she’s number 12!” he announced. Nobody stood up.

“Number 12?” he repeated. Suddenly, a spotlight fell on me.

“Well there you are! Please, come up.” He suggested. I pointed at myself dumbfoundedly and he nodded eagerly as a reply. I looked at the mad fangirls around me and decided the stage might be a safer place and I could definitely keep my distance from their death glares. I dragged my feet and sat on the last chair available.

…

Their meeting was an accident.

Their relationship is fake.

They hate eachother.

But how come love blossoms between them both?

Love is a cruel game.