He had memorized the address and searched for your door. He remembered that you told him you were only renting the place. He wondered if he would see your tenant and thought how he would explain the situation to that person. "I'm here to see Y/N, the person I like. Please let me see her." He repeated in his mind. He continued to repeat it as he knocked on the door, and even as the door was beginning to open. "I'm here to see..." His mind blanked and your eyes widened in shock and horror. He didn't see Y/N. Namjoon was looking at a stranger. Even with the world at your fingertip, you stopped feeling what you should be feeling for the cello. In a heat of the moment, you decided to audition as a producer for BigHit under a disguise. Things went well except for the fact that Kim Namjoon hates your guts but loves the person he sees on stage.

When it comes to stories, whether real or not, one would expect a happy ending. "I'm writing a new book, it's about love. I just don't know where to start." "Why bother?" he scoffed, taking another gulp of beer. You watched with an unpleasant look. You have never touched alcohol. "Your books are all the same." "What?" He placed the glass down, the condensation ran down the side of the glass. "Your books are all the same. It's always some sort of tragedy and there's never a happy ending. They're just as boring as you."

His pink hair, his dimples, his tall figure. You remember those things. But you have no idea who he is or why he keeps showing up around you. You knew he was dangerous, but you couldn't help but want to be near him. "Did you ever like me?" you asked. "No" he simply answered before closing the door. He was lying, and you knew that. But you needed to know why. As a screenwriter, you're used to picturing endless possibilities to stories, but nothing prepared you for the encounter with a certain stranger.

The world is a lot bigger and stranger than you ever imagined. The boy in class isn't who he appears to be. Venture down the dark alleyway to find your true destiny.

"Surely Seokjin told you that I was sick." the Prince said, "You wouldn't leave a sick person by himself, right?" He leaned forward, hands on the desk. "Well, um, I don't want to disturb you while you eat and you seem fine, for the most part..." you said in a quiet voice. You've never been alone with him for this long before. The space felt smaller than it actually was. "Are you accusing me of lying?" One of his eyebrow raised as the chocolate orbs pierce through you. "Your Highness, my apologies. I don't mean anything by that statement-" "Then sit down." It was a royal command and you took the seat in front of him. "Am I fun to look at?" he asked. It knocked you out of your thoughts, you realized you had propped an elbow up and your head rested on it, staring at him like a stalker. "My apologies, your Highness." you said, submerged in embarrassment. You really did want to leave now. But his gaze continued to pin you down. "I'm just joking. Please look at me all you want." Prince Namjoon, he was the epidemy is all that is good. You knew you didn't deserve him. You were only the Princess's tutor after all. But the palace is filled with secrets. And once you found out who you really were, you knew you could never be with your prince.