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Kim Namjoon was the most coveted man of his dreams, desired by both men and women. He was the ideal man for many. Men and women had passed through his life, but none stayed long enough to tempt him into commitment. Until Park Jimin arrived. While he didn't tie him down to a commitment, Jimin was present in his life far more than anyone else, and that was saying something.
Everyone thought that Kim had finally surrendered to love when news broke of her romance with Park Jimin, a young model for one of the world's leading clothing lines, but all that remained just a hope, as it seemed the two were cut from the same cloth.
True love, commitments, family—for them, these were just inventions to sell people an idealized way of life. Namjoon and Jimin lived their lives in their own peculiar way. They were a couple, but that didn't stop them from occasionally seeking new adventures, something like a relationship without strings attached, which is what they had agreed upon, although at the end of the day, they always ended up cuddled up together.
Everything was going well for NamJoon; he had fame, power, money, intelligence, and a boyfriend who shared his ideals. He was undoubtedly a lucky man, but that was about to change.
"What?! Attorney Lee, are you sure about what you're saying?" the dark-haired man asked, confused. He looked around; his uncles and his mother were just as, or even more, confused.
"I understand you're confused, but it's Mr. Kim's wish," the lawyer explained with a heavy sigh. It seemed no one could process it yet. When Mr. Kim asked him to draft the will in such a way, he never expected that reaction; it seemed he had mentioned a taboo subject.
"Are you telling me I have to get married?" asked the dark-haired man; of all the things he had imagined, he never would have thought his grandfather would ask him to do such a thing.
"Your husband or wife must also meet certain requirements," the lawyer replied, showing the aforementioned list. "By the way, where is Lee JaeHwan? He should be here..."
NamJoon stopped listening to the lawyer, he felt like his head was going to explode at any moment, nothing seemed to make sense, getting married was already too much without having to add the requirements that his husband had to meet, he was practically asking for a saint as a husband, Jimin was excluded that was obvious.
Namjoon spent the last two hours analyzing the odds of finding a saint on this earth. He ran a hand through his hair, growing desperate, as he sat on a park bench. His cousin might be planning to steal his inheritance. He let out a tired sigh, completely desperate. He was in trouble. Maybe he should call Jimin and go to a bar to clear his head, he thought.
But his plans were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a stranger in a suit standing in front of him, striking a pose like a low-class thug. Namjoon had always wondered where his mother found men who seemed capable of killing someone without remorse, but it was better not to ask.
"Mr. Kim, the director is waiting for you in her office," the man in the suit informed. NamJoon huffed in annoyance; surely his mother was up to something or she wouldn't have sent one of her bodyguards to escort him.
"Can you pretend you didn't see me?" Namjoon asked; he really didn't like knowing his mother's plans.
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Kim. The director's orders were clear," replied the man in the suit, his voice firm and his face neutral.
Read the "Note" chapter if you have any questions about how to win the 100 tickets.