i jolted upright, seemingly subconscious of where am i. i look around and massage the bridge of my nose, realizing i had slept in the guest room. i pushed off the comforter and rolled out of my bed, walking towards the door as i tug down the hem of the long white sleeved shirt i had dug out of the closet last night.

i tip-toed out of the room and down the stairs, looking down at the maids that are busily provisioning the furnitures. the front door was opened and they all welcomed him. mr. byun stood assertively as he preempted his gaze every here and there. his eyes landed my way and a what looked like deceitful smile spreads across his lips. i grew stiff as he makes his way towards me.

"seungwan," he vehemently cups my face when i tried to back away, pulling me by his side as he leads me to the kitchen, a devious smile still etched across his face.

i felt strained upon sitting by the chairs nestled around the huge and long dining table. he hunched over the seat across from me and called out for the foods to be served. i remained silent as he did all the talking. moments later, loud foosteps and uproarious voices errupted coming from the living room.

i tensed on my seat as i stare down at my pancake with every indication of uneasiness as the voice became clearer and louder, seeming to be even more closer. my eyes quickly glanced up at mr. byun who all of a studden stands up from his seat.

"drunk, are we?"

"mind your own business, baekhyun," the other stated, voice filled with conviction.

"hyung," mr. byun hissed.

"ah, the memoir of us being related to each other isn't that clear to me so why would i bother calling you that?"

"baekhyun, your father called over for a meeting with you. right now." a maid calls out. my lips parted as i quietly sighed.

mr. byun immediately walks off from his seat and i glanced up, stared straight ahead as i once again heard his footsteps coming towards me. i felt his hand draping around my waist as he pulls me closer and plants a gentle kiss on my cheek. i slowly pulled away, finding his approach uncomfortable but i was only pulled even closer towards him.

i felt as though i was being watched with every move that i make, and every word that i utter. i slowly look up, my eyes landing on the most piercing pair of brown orbs i've ever seen. a small smirk slowly escapes from his lips and i looked away, as though i didn't notice. i looked away, as if i hadn't seen it coming.

"make yourself at home." mr. byun whispers and let goes of me, giving his, for what i presumed to be brother, a short glance before fleeing out the door.

the atmosphere was quiet and as i stand there, i felt his eyes lingered on me. i pursed my lips together as i lift my head up and pushed the chair back, starting to make my way out the door when of all sudden, a strong grip aholds my wrist, pulling me back. my eyes widened, startled at his action.

"did i scared you, seungwan?"

my breath hitches in the back of my throat and chills skittered down my spine by the way my name rolls out of his tongue and the way his hand travelled from my wrist to my hand as his thumb rubs circles above my hand.

i remained silent and look through his deep eyes, hoping even just a small strength within me adresses him that i'm no weakling. but he only chuckles, feeling his thumb circle around my chin as he tilts my chin up. his hand reaches up and cups my face, his thumb running across my bottom lip as his made a small pout.

"poor little girl," i couldn't compel myself to look anywhere else as his eyes bore into mines. "what did you do to deserve such a bad treatment from that asshole?"

i swallow back the uneasiness, the nervousness, and collected myself. a smile escapes my lips as i let the words freely escape my mouth.

"if there's one thing you should be keeping in mind," i paused, furrowing my eyebrows at him, "it's the fact that there's not a huge barricade seperating you from being equally delinquent and an asshole like him."

i yanked away my hand but he only held it tighter. he clicks his tongue as he tilts his head up. as soon as i was about to push him off using my free hand, his other arm drapes around my waist as he vehemently pulls me closer to his body, completely closing the small proximity between us.

"you spit fire," he whispers to my ear, making chills once again run down my spine. "that's something new to me, seungwan."

i felt his head slowly lean down my shoulder as he slowly pulls away and let goes of me. he looks up, eyes still fixated on me and another smirk takes its place again along his perfect lips.

"you're an asshole." i muttered, glaring up at him.

he chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair, nodding his head, and looking down straight at me.

"love, i'm a lot more better than that. perhaps we'd get along better once you've known more of me?"

"i'd rather not." i countered, starting to back away.

"you're a bad girl, seungwan." he looks down at his wrist, to his watch, and looks back at me. "you wouldn't last a week with him."

i give off a small smirk before once again ambled my way out the door. i pursed my lips as i headed my way up the stairs, wanting to cage myself inside the room instead of being surrounded by bullshits. i needed to think of a plan so i can get out of here.

"kim taehyung!" i stopped abruptly once i heard one of the maids, hyeorin, called out. i look back down and saw him ambling his way towards her. "your dad needs you in his office. right now."

kim taehyung?

i can't control my feels anymore wth ahgsgs