THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

4 | PLAYBOY AND PLAYGIRL

When I imagined being proposed to, I never thought that I'd be the one on my knees.

A lot of what I've imagined seemed to have disappeared within the span of twenty four hours. My life was suddenly moving at a much faster pace. I was now engaged, soon to be married and then a mother shortly after— no doubt of that. I was moving out of the country, back to my birth country with a fiancé I don't even know.

Well, technically I know what I read off google and none of that does him any favors. If you set aside all the illegal business scandals, there's plenty of websites fetishizing his playboy tendencies and romanticizing his mafia persona. He's definitely popular with the ladies.

Not so popular with government officials and the majority of South Korea.

My new home was a bit smaller than my family's, yet nothing short of extravagance. It was styled like an Italian villa with a modern flare. The architecture looked up to date, as did the interior. The plants were brand new, meaning that he'd just recently had this all put together. Everything was surprisingly up to par with my tastes.

"I didn't want too big of a house," he says as he takes my hand and leads me up the marble stairwell. He runs one hand along the gold trimming of the handrail. "I wanted it just enough for a small family."

We reach the second floor and a small group of women huddle before us on their knees like pet dogs. I was surprised their tongues weren't out and their tails wagging. They looked like literal slaves themselves. Why do they have to be seated on the floor like this?

"They are your personal set of caretakers. Whatever you need, they will assist you. We have five housekeepers, a chef, two butlers, and an abundance of security."

Three women, one who looked around my age, who would wait around for my orders all day? This seems a little too suffocating for my liking. Not even Mai was as committed to me as this was. 'Personal set' as if they were just belongings.

I was going to be the Harriet Tubman of this household, I swear it.

"Great, now where's my room?" I was already tired of walking around. It took literally three minutes to walk up the driveway and into the house, not to mention the lengthy flight of stairs just to get to the front door. And now he's making me walk these stairs when there was a perfectly fine elevator just on the other side of the wall.

My fiancé ushers me to the right and presses his hand for what looked like a fingerprint recognition keypad. "Our room."

The double doors opens on their own and I'm greeted with pure simplistic luxury. A massive chandelier hangs overhead, it's light reflecting off the cream marble flooring like stars. Despite looking so expensive, the room was light and airy. This was what a bedroom in heaven would look like.

The bed was massive, perfect for two.

I was the complete opposite of a prude so the idea of sharing a bedroom with a male I was already attracted too didn't seem like a big deal. If anything— I was more worried about getting pregnant.

Did I want to have sex with him?

Obviously. Let's be realistic here.

But will I?

Probably not anytime soon. I don't think I'd have a say in whether or not he uses a condom and birth control seems impossible to get past him. Pregnancy is the last thing I want within the next seven years.

What a great idea to put a playboy and playgirl together, let's see how long it takes before they finally fuck.

Probably not long at all.