" Mr. Jung, I have your lemonade." I walk to Rose, almost hiding behind her and sip on the straw.

I see him follow us. He stares at me with blank eyes and hands in the pockets.

I turn around so he sees my back and sip on the lemonade.

" Rose, can you please leave us.? He says.

" Please don't leave." I catch her hand and she gives me a look of sympathy.

" It's okay, Mr. Jung. You should get to know your fiance. I will be cleaning around the house." She gives me a smile and I watch her leave.

How will I run away? He is standing in the only exit I know so far?

" So, Jung Hoseok." He says to himself, " I didn't know father would pick a man. He is always full of Surprises."

He didn't know? Now it's awkward.

" Hm." Is all I say . I feel so embarrassed and stupid. I don't want him to look at me.

He doesn't care and walks to me.

" Are you shy? Why? " He asks emotionless.

" I am not." I look away from him.

" Then why don't you look at me? I don't like when people don't make eye contact."

I hate eye contact.

He takes my face into his hands and bring my head to look at him. My chin lifts up a bit

Now , he has a full view of my face from extremely close distance. I blink.

" Why do you wear make up?" He asks me.

" W- what?" I look at him scared and confused.

" It's just a question. I want to know. I've never seen a man wear make-up and long sweaters.

That's why I thought you're a girl."

" I'm - not," I move my face from his hands.

" Yes , I can see that now too."

" Would you want me to be a woman?" I look up to him.

He gives me a blank look.

" No at least you won't get pregnant on accident." He smirks.

" Oh."

" It was... a joke."

" Oh. Hm." I gulp.

He looks away. " Never mind. If you are done sipping on your drink, I can show you your bedroom."

" Yes, okey." I follow behind him like a lost puppy. In the meantime my suitcases disappeared and I wonder if he has more staff working here.

He walks me up the stairs, looking behind his back if I'm still following.

He is so different from what I imagined. He thinks I'm a girl and doesn't even know my name.

Does he even care about me?

" Here it is." He shows me a bedroom with queen sized bed, working desk, two wardrobes and a tv, " you can redecorate it if you want to" he sighs annoyed looking at his watch, " I have a meeting so I have to go into my office now but you will be unpacking anyway, right?"

" I - yes." I nod.

" The office is at the end of the hall. Don't come in without knocking." He warns me and I gulp scared.

" Okay."

He leaves and I stand there next to my suitcases. Why is he so cold towards me? I know this is arranged marriage but he could at least try to be nice.