“What the fuck?”
Wooyoung looked up in a panic, unsure of what was going on. “Why would you want to marry me?”
“Because my parents are forcing me to get married to a woman I don’t love, solely for their own benefits. I need to find someone else, so that they can’t force me anymore. Plus, you get a lot out of it,” he explained.
Wooyoung was intrigued. “Oh yeah?”
“I overheard your conversation with the other man just now. You need money. I can give you that, just state the amount,” his voice was confident and cocky, just like a chaebol’s.
“500,000.” Wooyoung blurted out.
“Pardon?”
“500,000. That’s roughly the amount I’ll need for the medical bills. Both mine and my father’s.”
“I didn’t mean for you to state an amount…” the man sighed. He took out his credit card and handed it to Wooyoung. “Take this. It has no limit. Use it as you want to. You can use it for medical bills, shopping, food, anything. As long as you agree to be married to me, you can have anything you want.”
Wooyoung stared at the black card, the shock still new to him. “Can we just date?” he blurted, scared.
“Yes.”
“Oh, but also, I’m pregnant, so how will we fool anyone?”
“Just say that it’s mine.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah, do you know who the father is? I heard you broke up with your boyfriend already.”
“I don’t know who the father is but…”
“So it’s settled.” the man smiled. “I’ll change the contract and send it to you when it’s done. Here’s my business card.” he passed a small, white card to Wooyoung. Standing up, he waved to him and walked out of the door, leaving Wooyoung staring at the card.
Choi San.
Wooyoung stared at the name on the card, running his fingers over the name. “San… like the mountains…” Wooyoung smiled. “The guy I slept with that night has the same surname as San… it’s both ‘Choi’...”
He was startled by Yunho who crept up from behind him, taking the card out of his hands. He looked at the name on it, his eyes lighting up when he finally connected the dots.
“Hey! Isn’t this the name of the guy who likes you? He’s the heir to the biggest tech company ever!” Yunho exclaimed, hugging Wooyoung.
“He offered you a contract didn’t he? That means you’re safe and you’ll have money and none of us will have to worry, right? Omg, that’s so good, you don’t know how relieved I am, because you really need to-”
“Yunho. Stop yapping.”
Wooyoung placed his hand on his stomach, sighing deeply.
“I’ll take care of you, my child. We’ll be fine…”
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Wooyoung entered the office, going to sit opposite San. The other man looked up as he entered, his face breaking into a huge smile.
“Hi, Wooyoung!”
“Why’re you so happy at 8am in the morning? It’s too early…” he groaned, flinching at the bright room.
San noticed his face, turning around to look at his windows. He went to close the curtain, so that the sunlight wouldn’t be streaming in, and dimmed the lights a little.
“Oh… Thank you…” Wooyoung smiled. No one had been this attentive and kind to him in a while.
San pulled out the contract, taking a pen from his drawer for Wooyoung to sign it. “So, read through it and then sign. If there’s anything wrong, do let me know.”
Wooyoung skimmed through the words, nodding in approval afterwards. He signed on the bottom, handing the pen back to San.
“So… what do we do now?” he asked, standing up.
“Are you able to pack your stuff and move into my house?” San asked, standing up as well.
“Yes, are you going to go with me? I’ll need some time to pack, though.” Wooyoung said, remembering the terms of the contract.
San nodded, leading Wooyoung out of his office and to his car. He drove quickly to Wooyoung’s house, waiting for him in his car.
After what seemed like hours, Wooyoung finally came out, armed with 3 huge pieces of luggage and a backpack. San rushed to help him load it into the boot of his car, putting one that couldn’t fit in there in the back seat.
“Did you pack your entire house?” San joked, closing the door for Wooyoung.
“No, just some items.”
That was the end of their conversation, one that barely lasted for a minute. The ride to San’s house was silent, as they were in their own world.
San placed his items in his huge room, showing Wooyoung around. He showed him his cupboard that was beside San’s, the bathroom, kitchen and everything else.
“San…” Wooyoung started hesitantly. “Where will I sleep?”
There was only one bed, as San’s penthouse had only one room.
“Oh, on the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” San answered, looking at Wooyoung with an expression that suggested that it was the most obvious answer ever.
“But, it’s your house. It’s okay, I can sleep on the couch-”
“You’re pregnant. Take the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.”
Wooyoung nodded, taking out his clothes. He hung them in the cupboard, folding some of them to place them neatly in the drawer. He took out his charger and some other items to place on the bedside table, before taking out a stuffed black cat to put on the bed.
Hearing a chuckle from behind him, Wooyoung turned around to glare at San. The tall man held his hands up in surrender, walking towards the bed.
“How old are you? 23? And you still sleep with a stuffed toy?” he asked, picking up the cat.
“I’m 25,” Wooyoung corrected, snatching the cat back. “And don’t take my stuff as you please. It’s mine.”
“Oh, you’re the same age as me,” San sat down on the bed. “I thought you were younger.”
“You’re 25? You seem older, to be honest,” Wooyoung sat down beside him. “Maybe it’s the way you dress. You’re always in black.”
San nodded. “So, what are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to the hospital for a consultation and to check up on my father. Why?”
“Can I come with you?”
Wooyoung side eyed him. “Sure, why not,” he said after a while. San grabbed his keys from the table, leading Wooyoung out.
“I’ll drive you there.”
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