My father told me that there is an organization who ruled by the most influential people in our country. The rulers have been passed in generations. They are rich, frightening and they killed countless people for the organization's credit. I couldn't remember the other information because I was still young when father shared it. He died when I was 8 and his last will for me is to find that scary organization named,"HongYoonChoi". Now I am 25, I still couldn't fulfill my father's wish. Even if I did, I feel that my life will be in danger.

"Here is my invitation card." I gave a white envelope card to the person standing in front of the wedding hall. He looked at me from head to toe.

Today is my friend's wedding. She luckily met a rich guy in New York and came back here just a week ago. When we met last Monday, she introduced her future husband and gave me a wedding invitation. Gosh,I was surprised when I saw the big diamond ring she was wearing! Ahhhhhh, I'm so jealous. Anyway, my friend told me to wear expensive dress for the party. Well, in VIP's gathering, one will be label based on her/his clothes. Fortunately, I borrowed a signature's clothes from another friend.

"Welcome Madam. Enjoy the party," the guard guaranteed as he lead the way in.

My stilettos stepped in:1,2,1,2.

The surroundings feels foreign for me. Every corners seems so bright. Jazz music plays softly and servants served like those staff from a 7-star hotel. People are wearing brands from famous designers. They hold their glass wine in refined way. And they laughed so elegantly. This is a world different from mine.

What should I do?

I feel so small and anxious. Should I leave?

"OMG (y/n)! You came!"

My anxiousness slightly faded when I heard a very familiar voice. THANK GOODNESS!

"Kyla," I muttered like a wet puppy wiggling my tails. "You are so beautiful today."

Kyla, my friend and this celebration's bride, wrapped her arms around me. "Thanks," she chuckled before pouting her lips. "I thought you are not going to come, huhu."

Aigoo this girl. Even though she is now married to a successful guy, she is still humble as ever.

"I'm sorry I am late. The traffic was so bad," I explained.

"It's okay. More importantly is you came."

"Congratulations Kyla. I am really happy for you."

She chuckled. "I want to talk to you more but my husband wanted to introduced me to a loooooooooooooooooot of his friends."

We laughed together before I patted her shoulder and said, "Okay. Let's talk later Kyla."

"Ah, did you see your table number?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's table number 9"

"Oh. Sit there and enjoy the food. I know you loves to eat bitch," she reminded with a teaseful laugh.

"Okay okay you witch!" I teased back. And then she walked away.

Now I'm alone again. Hooooo. Let's see...? Where is table number 9?

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Ah! Found it!

I dashed to the table number nine and sat down. It was too late to realize that there are three guys sitting on the same table. Wait. Then this means I have to eat in the same table with unfamiliar people like them?

I lifted my eyes and looked at the three... HANDSOME GUYS! ... staring at me. The one has a black hair, rounded big deer eyes with long lashes and red lips. The other one has brown short hair, big-round-slanted cat like eyes, pointed nose and soft pinkish lips. The last one has a blonde hair, his eyes are pretty yet playful; he maybe prettier than any girl I met before but there is a masculine side on his expression. Who are they? And why would Kyla let me associate with them?

"Why are you sitting here?" the black-hair guy asked without changing his blank expression.

"Eyyy Seungcheol-ah, don't be too harsh on a girl," the pretty blonde guy complained while giggling.

"Hey miss, are you sure you are in a right table?" the brown haired guy asked, giving the most happiest eyes smile.

I gulped as my shaking hands get the invitation inside my bag. "I-Im sure this is the right ta--"

OH MY GOSH! I GOT THE WRONG TABLE! IT SHOULD BE 6 NOT 9! UGHHH! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!

"S-Sorry. Ha-ha. My mistake," I quickly apologized and bowed. Then I stood up and walked away.

Argh argh argh! I am so embarrased!

How did I mistake 6 as 9? Stupid (y/n)!

"Oh? Isn't that (y/n)?" someone said from a distance.

When I looked back, I saw my high school classmates sitting on table number 6. That is my table.

Oh?

Eh?!

Then I will sit besides those bitches?!

The hell!

They were the worst people I met in my whole life!

I dragged my feet to their side and sat on an empty seat. Okay, let's hypnotize myself: (y/n), act cool. All you have to do is sit quietly with these bitches rich kids. Hold your temper. And whatever happens, don't ever be bother by their comment. Okay? Deal.

"I never thought you are invited too (y/n)." Kyla is my friend so why can't I?

"Yeah, me too. I was so surprised to see you here (y/n)." I am surprised too and really hated to see you idiots.

"Gosh, you can buy expensive dress now. Congrats (y/n)." I borrowed my clothes, stupid.

"We are happy to see you again. You know, we been talking about you a moment ago." Liars. You are happy to see me so you can tease and humiliate me just like before. Talking about me? Yeah, like talking trash behind my back.

I picked up a glass of water and drank it to calm myself.

"So, how are you (y/n)? What is your work? Are you married? Or do you have a boyfriend? If you have, what kind of man he is? Is he rich?"

All of their eyes are on me. They are not doing this because they care for me. Instead, those questions are in a purpose of them belittling me. For once in my life, should I crash them with lies?

"I am working as an editor in a magazine. But my boyfriend asked me to stop working because he doesnt want me to get tired. Isn't he so sweet?" I lied.

"What?!" They exclaimed." Who is your boyfriend? I mean, what is his work?"

"My boyfriend? Huh. He is the heir of HongYoonChoi organisation." Wait! What did I say?! Gosh, I'm dead.

"HongYoonChoi? I never heard of that."

Stop now (y/n). Don't make another lies regarding with that scary organisation. "HongYoonChoi is one of the richest organisation in the world. And my boyfriend is their heir." I'm doomed.

"Ah, I remembered hearing that name before. I heard my father talking about 'HongYoonChoi' with my mom," Liza, the daughter of MBS hospital, shared.

I need to stop. What is the best excuse to leave here?

"Hi ladies," a man from behind greeted. When I looked back, I saw the pretty blonde guy! He held my wrist, making me gasped in surprise.

All of the girls was amazed of this man's beauty, except me. "I am sorry to take miss (y/n) in the middle of your sweet conversation. But her boyfriend is asking for her presence."

Boyfriend?!

My eyes widened by the things he has said. What did he mean by my boyfriend?!

"Your boyfriend is here?" the girls exclaimed.

But I don't have a boyfriend!

"W-Wait I..." I protested. But the blonde guy pulled me up in force. "Ouch!"

"Then, if you excuse us, miladies," this man bowed goodbye and pulled me.

His hand is gripping my wrist so tight as he pulled me somewhere. "Ouch! Hey let me go! It hurts!"

"Shut up, bitch," he muttered and glared at me. A moment ago, he has a sweet expression on his face. Why is he like this?

This unknown guy pushed me inside the men's comfort room. My butt fell down on the cold floor. Breathing heavily, I looked around.

"You are so harsh to a girl, Yoon Jeonghan," the black haired guy said.

"She is not my type," the blonde hair laugh in evil way.

"The two of you can leave us now," the brown haired guy said while grinning.

"Aye Aye Mr.Hong Joshua," the blonde haired chuckled and went out.

"We will guard the door," the black haired guy announced before walking out and locking the door.

My breaths became shallow. My hands are shaking but I took a courage to met his gaze. "W-Who are you? And why are you doing this?"

The brown haired guy went on his knees. As for what I remembered, he looks so gentle before. However, those frightening smiles brings shiver on me.

"Who a-are you?" I asked again after a huge gulp.

He didn't answer. Instead, he held my chin and forced a kiss on my lips!

"H-Hey! You----!" I protested. But he held both of my hands and locked my legs between his. "S-Stop! Please!"

He pulled back and stared back. "You said I am your boyfriend. What's wrong if we kissed?" he whispered, smirking.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked in trembling voice.

His smile faded away. Then he said, "How did you know that 'HongYoonChoi' organisation? Why did you tell them that I, the heir of our organisation, is your boyfriend? Tell me everything. I am warning you baby. If you ever dare to lie, I won't hesitate to kill you right now. You'll be a dead body that'll be gone in this world. Do you understand? Small kitten?"

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