"It's so nice to meet you! I'm YN LN, Dongyu's girlfriend!" You lightly shook the stranger's hand as you stood next to Dongyu at the party you were at.

"Oh Sangwoo. A pleasure." He gave a smile, warm like a cinnamon bun.

"Your hair is just so darling! How long does it take you to style?" You asked as your group moved to sit down. You were simply making conversation as Dongyu spoke to the rest of the friend group, leaving you and Sangwoo on the ends of the booth.

"Not long, five minutes every day, maybe an hour to keep it up every other month." He smiled that warm smile again.

"That is so convienent! And it looks so good for that!" You assured him. Then, you suddenly smiled. "Could I get you a drink, Sangwoo?"

"That's so sweet of you." He tilted his head. "Don't the men usually buy the women the drinks?"

"I suppose, but I'm already getting Dongyu and I drinks. And we're friends now, so why not solidify that with a drink?" You smiled a smile that made his heart go doki doki that night.

He found you to be sweeter than a piece of cake. How did you put up with a boar like Dongyu? Every word out of your mouth to him was a compliment. Everything you did for him was a favor. It was so... unusual. Especially for a taken woman. He didn't get the vibe that you were trying to cheat on Dongyu. Especially since you would stop mid-sentence to listen to whatever that neanderthal had to say to you.

That was concerning to him. Why didn't your words matter as much as that coward's? He thought they did. In fact, if he was honest, by the third or forth time he met you, he practically worshiped them.

But you never seemed to notice.

Instead, in your mind, the exchange had gone more like this:

"It's so nice to meet you! I'm YN LN, Dongyu's girlfriend!" You touched the stranger's hand as little as you could. You thought it was weird to touch a stranger's hand before he had even said his name. Especially a giant man.

"Oh Sangwoo. A pleasure." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. You lost interest almost immediately

"Your hair is just so darling! How long does it take you to style?" You asked half-heartedly, trying to make some kind of conversation as you filtered into the booth.

"Not long, five minutes every day, maybe an hour to keep it up every other month." He smiled that awful, fake smile again.

"That is so convienent! And it looks so good for that!" You emptily assured him. You glanced over at Dongyu's empty beer and decided it was time to re-up the alcohol. These were his people and his friends and you were using a lot of social energy to talk to them. So naturally you also wanted some social lubricant: alcohol. "Could I get you a drink, Sangwoo?"

"That's so sweet of you." He tilted his head. "Don't the men usually buy the women the drinks?"

"I suppose, but I'm already getting Dongyu and I drinks. And we're friends now, so why not solidify that with a drink?" You thought it was a weird thing to say. But he was Dongyu's friend now, so why not? If you loved Dongyu, then you would make an effort around his friends.

You hardly paid any mind to Oh Sangwoo until the day he kidnapped you. You never saw it coming.