One year ago

The shot glass hit the bar counter as I gulped the burning, dry, intoxicating beverage. Another one arrived in my sight. I downed that one too.

I was engaged to a man with a sense of adventure; however, his adventure was other women. He liked the landscape of them, far better than mine. And yet, I agreed to marry him.

"I'm not going to be able to walk home if I have anymore," I shied away from the other shot being poured. "How much?" I laid money on the counter. "Have a nice night."

I fixed my hair and flattened out my skirt, I forgot my coat at work. Steamy air rushed into the sky, signaling it was a cold night.

I was relieved to see him, though also shooken. "(Y/N)(L/N)?"

"Jumin Han?"

"What were you doing this late in a bar?" Jumin asked.

"May have just started my job, but just ended a relationship too," I sighed. "He was too young minded, like your father, but worse."

"What did he do?"

"Slept with every women he saw, sometimes even payed them. Caught him," I pursed my lips. "Nothing like a good wake up call."

"Well, did you sleep with him?" It was only natural that he asked.

"Nope. I wanted to marry first. But, clearly he didn't, as to we were supposed to be married six months ago."

"You're not mad?"

"I'm good, if that makes sense? I'm relieved I don't have to deal with that, you know?" I shook my head.

"Yeah, actually, I do." I shivered. "Are you cold?"

"A little bit."

"Here."

Present

"Why aren't you drinking your fancy wine?" I asked Jumin as I walked into the same bar I reunited with him a year ago, not knowing that he was my boss.

"Because I'm relieved."

I chuckled. "You couldn't possibly be relieved."

"He couldn't steal you away if he wanted to," Jumin sat back in the bar stool, sighing. "You know how he is. Just give it a chance to make them happy, even though you're not quite classy for my taste."

"Engaged to the man who listened to me a year ago, what a coincidence. Jumin, before we actually start this, I just wanted to sa-"

"I'm hard on you as a boss and I usually make you unhappy and hate me with the stuff I make you do? I know," he took a sip of whiskey.

I pursed my lips. "Jumin, I don't hate you, I hate the things you've done to me."

"Like?"

"The coffee spill, you dumped a pitcher of water onto my head and told me 'how would you like it if someone dumped you all out?' That's one thing."

"I was immature."

"You're right."

"Somehow you're still like a kid too, though."

"Explain that to me Mr. Han?" I gave him a smirk.

His cheeks dusted pink.

"You still have a grudge on me because of the coffee. That's childish."

"I recall Ms. Kang telling me you have a cat you baby like she's your child? That's childish," I chuckled.

"That's not even close. Seven steals my cat and tortures her."

"Seven?"

"He's a friend of mine. We're in a group that organizes parties."

"That's really cool, what for?"

"People in need."

"That's sweet of you," I paused. "And I thought you had a cold ass heart?"

"Language."

"Too late sucker!" I stuck my tongue out. Jumin looked away. "I'm serious though, that's awfully sweet of you and your friends."

"Thank you."

"Of course."

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Jumin offered.

"There's construction going on, so I have to stay somewhere else that I can't necessarily walk to," I scratched the back of my neck.

"I'll take you there. Kim will drive."

"Are you sure? I could just call my friend."

"I'm sure."

Jumin let me get inside the car first. "Where to?"

I fell asleep in the car.

The morning light came shooting inside on the cream colored bed. Where am I? I'm not in my friends apartment. "Hello?"

"You're awake," Jumin came walking in the room. "You're friend wasn't home, so I took you here. There's clothes on the stand over there."

"Thank you Jumin."

He walked away.

My cheeks became red realizing I was in Jumins bed.

"Jumin," I cried.

He walked back. "Yes?"

"We can try this whole arranged marriage thing for real this time."

He smiled.

Finally, I have her.