Everyone knows what happens after a billionaire proposes the poor girl.

His mum appears with an envelope.

And that's exactly what happened.

But to my very big disappointment, there wasn't any money in the envelope. Not even a cheque.

This old lady, with a bag exactly like mine, had appeared in our college's cafe when I was drawing histology diagrams and had seated herself without asking.

She was gorgeous, to say the least. She was like Aphrodite, with such a grace in her movements and such an elite presence, not only I but pretty much everyone in the cafe was awestruck.

"I'm Taehyung's mother" was the first thing she said to me.

"H-hi..." I stood up out of respect and stretched out a hand.

She looked condescendingly at me and then my gand. I could feel the ridicule in her eyes and it burned holes in my soul.

I sat down with my cheeks burning and gulped.

"I... I am his fiancée..." I said with the remaining very little dignity.

"I know. It's in his blood, you know. To favour the "peasantry". This is exactly what his father did and now, he's repeating that history. His father was so much in love with this girl from a small village... until he wasn't. Then another girl and then another. One after another he kept falling in and out of love. It's not like they didn't get anything out of that. It's just that... they were too heartbroken at the end of it. The Russian girl, the Italian, the British..."

She put an envelope in front of me.

It had pictures of a young handsome man that looked so much like Taehyung. And multiple girls that looked so much like... me. Petite, pleasant looking but ordinary... too ordinary maybe.

"The only reason he stayed with me is because I had his son. If Mirae had secured that sort of relationship with Taehyung, if she had only gotten an heir, he wouldn't be your "Fiancé", as you exclaimed" she said.

"And isn't that so sad" I said dryly.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Look, I know what you think of me. You probably think that I'm like that girl from the village that had his father falling for her. Or I don't know maybe a homeless bum who's got nothing going for her. It's not like that, okay? My father is a very respectful doctor..."

"Ah yes, a veterinary you mean?"

"Yes and I'm proud of that. And my brother is a very famous idol..."

"Hmmm..."

"And I myself, as you can see, am on a path of glorious success" formal English was failing me. I should have watched Bridgeton or something.

"And still you don't belong with us" she said with an icy smile.

"How so"

"What that bag you have there called?"

I knew the name. It was baker... bakeroni? Balkan? Batista? It was a B, I was sure of that but what exactly, I had forgotten.

"See that's what I'm talking about" she stood up "You've a Birkin on your arm without knowing that it's one. Someone could give you a... a Zara bag and you wouldn't know the difference"

I gulped down and gathered all my courage. Then I stood up too and held the two pencils in front of her.

"Which one is E and which one is H" I asked.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Can you tell the difference?"

"What are you even trying to prove?"

"Not being able to differentiate between these pencils doesn't make you uneducated. You just studied something else. Same goes for not being able to distinguish between a luxury and cheap bag. I just have different interests"

A muscle in her jaw twitched. She looked down at me with pure hatred but there was just that tad bit of respect in her sharp, beautiful eyes.

She left without any further words.

With my legs still shaking, I sat down and took a deep breath. I hoped that Taehyung wouldn't want me to live with this monster in that Kim's Palace or whatever.

No thanks.

I would be very okay with a small house somewhere in the suburbs.

"Hope you're ready for moving in with me to Kim's Palace. Yes it happens before the wedding according to our traditions" my phone dinged and his message appeared on the screen.

Wow.

Just then I heard girls screaming and I thought there was a fire or maybe an attack from North Korea.

I shoved my very expensive pencils into my bag and picked up my books, about to make a dash.

"Why are you running?" someone asked and I knew that voice (nah I'm sorry this one will never get old)

"Park Jimin" I turned around to find a very handsome looking Jimin smiling at me.

"You know I was thinking, maybe we should get a coffee"

"Not a bad idea" I honestly needed to have some time with him after that horrible encounter with Tae's mum.

"Let's go then" he threw an arm across my shoulder and kissed my head.

"Jimin.." I giggled and punched his chest lightly "Why aren't you wearing your usual disguise though?"

"I'm tired of pretending, I guess"

"What does that even mean?" I asked as his bodyguard almost punched a girl, who was trying to jump onto him, in the face. Other fans were just busy screaming and taking pictures and videos.

"Let's go to my place, I'll explain"

"Jimin, this is so weird. We're literally in a cafe"

"I wanna talk in peace. I've so much to say. And I know you have things to tell me too" his hand fell to my waist, a little too close to my hips.

Several bells rang in my mind, this was odd. It was as if he wanted to be seen with me. And he was taking me to his home right after he knew the paparazzis would follow us.

But I needed to tell him so many things, specially about the proposal...

Somehow we managed to get to the parking and his guards helped us get into the car and drive away. I looked at him in apprehension.

What was going on?