𝓐𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, Minho feels his life being dragged out of his body, for his about to lose everything. For the better of both company's a deal to bring them together and to raise profits to benefit both sides, one thing that can seal a deal permanently is a marriage.

The Lee corporation had one child, that being Minho, while the Bang corporation had two children. There eldest son, Minjun, and there youngest son Christopher Chan, how was often called Chan.

They were both very good looking, one of there names literally meaning handsome, while Minho wasn't that much attracted to the older, tho he must admit the younger wasn't to sore on the eyes. Yet he doesn't get to choice who he shall be marring for the decision has already been made, Minho would be to marry to eldest son of the Bang corporation, Minjun.

Minjun was known as a cold hearted playboy, someone who slept around with men and women whenever he pleased, and being married wouldn't stop him from doing any different.

Minjun never took his eyes of Minho, he looked at him like a piece of candy, or a toy he could simply play with, the look it'self made Minho sick to his stomach, his life was being handed over to a man he had no interest in, and had no choice in the matter, for he wished nothing more then to be with someone he loved and would care for him.

The deal was finally finished, and a contracted was sat on the table by one of there servant's, simple stating that once the couple says there "I do's" the deal will be fully finalized. There wedding would take place in two weeks, and reporters and paparazzi's would be there to make the event even bigger.

Everyone was passing the paper around to sign the contract, after it was giving to his mother then his father it was Minho's turn to sign it, he wanted nothing more then to tear it up and walk out of the house, but his father would without a doubt kill him, so without even reading the thing his signed it, feeling like he just signed his soul to the devil he got up and walked of to his room, without a goodbye, or a bow he just left.

The sounds of the people talking downstairs lasted for another hour, hearing all the plans for the wedding and further events made Minho sick.  
He looked out his window as the clouds blocked the sunlight and then wind picked up speed branch's from a nearing tree brushed up against the glass, giving him an idea, and idea to escape, to escape this world he is force to live in.

No he wasn't going to jump out the window and end his life forever, but he was going to use that tree to claim out the house and run away before he's force to live a life he never wanted in thousand years.

A few loud sounds of thunder was heard in the distance as the dark clouds continued to cover the bright blue sky, most trees swaying with wind, it was obvious to Minho a storm was heading this way, yet it didn't stop him, once he landed on the ground he'd run for the busy part of the city.

Minho climb from his window to the tree, being careful with each steps he took, the branch under him shook a bit with the weight of his foot, he looked and down and remembered something very important. . .
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He was afraid of heights. 

Now stuck in a tree when it's about to rain he had to find a way down so he could get out of this so called life he has been forced to live. Another loud rumble shook the tree hard enough Minho lost all balance and he fell out of the tree, landing with a hard thump on the ground.

*Gasp~!* Minho's hand went straight to his chest as he felt all the air leave his lungs from his bodies impact with that ground, *drip drip* . . . Raindrops, a few drops landing on his checks, he slowly started to sit up as he felt the rain starting to drop faster against his skin.

He himself was about to gain speed, running faster down the street finding his way to the busy city, the business of the streets never stopped even with a storm coming, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun the storm.

The heavy rain poured down hard, Minho ran into the closet place opened, a bar.

He signed and sat at the bar, struggling to slid onto the tall bar-stools, he shivered a bit and wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his hands up and down to try and warm himself up.

He wasn't well dressed, still wearing the clothing his mother had picked put for him, making him feel very unsafe in a bar full of men just looking for someone to fuck, and Minho was there prefect target, weak, vulnerable, and powerless, the prefect victim for anyone who wants someone easy.

Suddenly feeling uneasy when someone sits next to him he starts to get up when a hand was felt on his arm.
"It's raining sweety, why not let me buy you a drink till the rain stops?" The man pulled Minho back a bit, tugging against him ever so slightly Minho realize the grip on his arm was too firm, he'd never be able to pull away. 
"I'm fine, thank you tho." Minho gave a small smile and bowed his hand, just interaction was enough to get his arm free, quickly turning for the doors he was pulled back harshly.

"I said: Let me buy you a drink."

The so called "happy" tone from before was gone, and Minho felt nothing but fear, he felt the mans hands grabbing his thighs, rubs his fingers up so slight to were he could feel the line of his panties through the pair of leggings, making Minho incredible uncomfortable.

"R-Re-...-Really, I-I..I ne-ne ... need to b-be going . . . " Minho pushed off the man, yet his attempts failed him.

"Hey, Minho, darling." A voice spoke, yet he didn't know who it was coming from, or who it even was speaking to him, yet he felt familiar all at the same time.

"Who do you think you are?!" The man holding Minho spoke aggressively.
"Who am I? I should be asking you that question, I'm his fiance." The mystery man spoke.

Minho's heart pounded at those words, was Minjun really here?! Theres no way they found him, theres no way they should even know his gone, yet somehow, but it didn't make any sense.

Suddenly, things made sense, it wasn't Minjun, just someone trying to get him out of a sticky situation. The odds of the two meeting here was odd but hell, like Minho cared he wanted out of the hands of this sick man.

"Christopher." Minho smiled finally being able to pull away from the man.
"Are you alright darling?" Chan said rubbing his finger across Minho's check, causing him to instantly blush.
"Uh-hmm Y-yes, fine-I'm.. I'm fine." Minho stuttered out.

"Good lets get you home."

Chan walked Minho out to his car, glaring back at the man who had his hands all over Minho.

"What was all that?" Minho asked after sitting down in the car.
"I'll explain when we get you home, you're freezing cold and could catch a cold." Chan started driving.
"I don't want to go home." Minho looked down, as he saw Chan glace at him.
"Then we'll go to my house." 

Without even questioning Minho, he drove off to his house.