Juns eyes opened slowly only to see an off-white ceiling, As he sat up he let out a tired groan rubbing his tired eyes. The white blanket fell off his body as he sat up.

As he looked around, he realized he had no idea where he was. It was totally different from the small building he was in previously, Not that he would complain. It was a nicely styled bedroom that fit his aesthetics. Even though he still wore his collar, he didn't have to see that annoying alarm anymore.

Taking the blanket off, he stood up and stepped barefoot onto the soft rug that sat under the bed. He looked out the doorway and saw a large living room with a sunroom that overlooked the ocean. It seemed that he took to an island so he couldn’t leave…Smart he must stay.

Annoying but Smart.

He slowly stepped onto the hardwood floor and into the living room dragging his hand all over the surfaces in the house feeling the different sensations, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming all of this. 

Jun walked into the sunroom and leaned against the rail looking out at the sea. Ah, Indeed the rich were terrifying. ‘Even a dead man could be brought back to life if you had money’ as they say, now he was starting to believe it may be true.

After he had his fill of looking outside at the ocean, he sat on the couch. He soon started to notice that the picture frames in the house held photos of him from Junior High all the way to college. 

Jun brushed it off knowing he was better off not knowing how Sirang had gotten these photos.

He held his stomach as he felt it grumble, standing up he made his way to the kitchen to look for food. Opening the cabinets he realized…They were not yet filled with food but with microwave food from a convenience store. 

‘’How lazy was this man?’’ Jun grumbled as he bitterly grabbed a bowl of ramen from the cabinet.

...

In a high rise building in the middle of City S sat Sirang, his father, and his mother in a very luxurious looking office. The tension was heavy and thick, it was impossible to cut with scissors if someone tried to cut the tension that formed between the trio.

“I’m not getting married to someone I don’t even know.” Sirang said through gritted teeth.

“We’re not saying for you to do it now...just in the next couple years.” His mother says, picking a beautifully painted teacup and taking gentle sips from the cup.

Sirang leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, clicking his tongue, turning his head away bitterly. He never thought that the cliche that happened in the dramas that his nannies used to watch would actually come true and happen to his-self.

“This is so fucking stupid.” He muttered under his breath. 

“Oh Sirang.” His father's deep yet heavy voice called out. He took off the glasses he was currently wearing and looked his son in the eyes, The man’s deep brown eyes focused only on him. 

“Listen to what we are saying, you're lucky you got a few years. It could’ve been a few months. You're the future of this company after all.” His words felt like a huge boulder sat on top of Sirangs shoulders.

‘’It’s not as if I wished for this.’’ The young man thought to himself.

“Why do I have to get married at all?!” His voice came out like a whisper Soft and light like a feather. 

He looked away from his parents…The people who forced him to do the worst of things, to pretend to be someone he’s not.

His mother took another long sip from her tea, which had now cooled off slightly, “You already know why.”

“...” 

Sirang could only go silent at his mothers words. Many things flashed through his head when she voiced that sentence.

“You will if you want to keep seeing that man” His father threatened, putting back on his glasses. 

Sirang halted his movements before  getting up to walk towards the doors to his father’s office. Slamming the doors behind him he walked down the hall and into the elevator silently not knowing who he was more angered by.

His parents or Himself.