After about two days my back started to feel much better however, my attitude did nothing but sour at the sight of my father.

He didn't seem the least bit dazed when he heard what happened to Seonghwa and I. "He protected you and you didn't die. Be grateful."

Even my mother looked like she wanted to say something but of course she didn't. She rarely ever does. Now we sit here at this stupid forced lunch.

Mom: The wedding is almost here!

I've never seen someone so excited for a fake marriage.

Mom: Are you excited?

Why would I be?

I shrug.

Dad: Of course she is, she's marrying Park Seonghwa.

Seonghwa or Mr.Park isn't too thrilled with my dad and who could blame them. When you have someone protecting you it should me a courtesy to tell them all the trouble you've gotten yourself into.

Unfortunately for Seonghwa and his team it seems like everyday is surprise with my dad. Thankfully he gets a call and we end the horrific lunch early.

On our way out Seonghwa sighs.

Seonghwa: That place was shit, are you still hungry?

I nod.

He takes us to a place twenty minutes out. It's a place that specializes in fried chicken, my favorite. In true fashion he offers me a beer to which I decline.

Me: I'm sorry.
Seonghwa: For?
Me: All the trouble my dad is putting you through.

He scoffs.

Seonghwa: He isn't the most annoying person I've had to deal with, although he is the most cold hearted. Whether I was with you or not he could've showed some empathy towards his only daughter.

That's true but I never expect much from him.

Seonghwa: Regardless, we're both fine.
Me: Thank God for that.

He hums.

This is much better than that awkward lunch we just had to sit through.

Seonghwa: Should we get milk pudding?
Me: Yes!

He grins.

Seonghwa: Thats the happiest I've ever seen you.
Me: I love milk pudding.
Seonghwa: Cute.
Me: Hm?
Seonghwa: Nothing.

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We return home later that night and the place is filled with seven men yelling at each other over what seems to be a piece of paper.

Seonghwa whistles loudly and all commotion stops.

Hongjoong: We have a situation.

He hands Seonghwa the paper, once he reads it the look on his face makes me step away.

Hongjoong: What should we do?
Seonghwa: Nia.
Me: Huh?
Seonghwa: Pack a bag and go with Mingi.
Me: What?

He looks at me and a chill goes down my spine.

Seonghwa: Hurry up.

Before I can even ask a question Mingi touches my arm gently, smiling a bit.

Mingi: Come on, I'll help you.

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Seonghwa's point of view

"The girl is next."

I don't even know what the hell that means. Of course it has something to do with that fat fuck, no one knows of her and I's "marriage" yet so it can't be because of me.

And even if so, my enemies aren't this bold.

Me: Where'd you get this note?
Wooyoung: It was sent to her old man's office. We have any and all mail passing through us first before going to him and wallah.

Mingi has a house a few hours from the town. She'll be safe there for a few days until I can take care of whoever this is.

I rub my temples before sighing.

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