[YOU WIN!! GAME OVER!!]

I stared at the flickering gold letters on my computer screen, I enjoyed the brief moment of self-satisfaction before finally turning my attention to my phone on the right on my desk which was ringing nonstop due to the repeated flood of texts.

"... I knew I should have blocked them all when I stopped living in that house."

I reluctantly picked up the phone to find twenty five messages and six missed calls.

Damn... even when I got into fight in middle school and ended up in the hospital they never gave this much of a fuck.

The only thing that could make them loose their minds to this extent is if something happened to their precious angel, my younger brother. That was the whole reason the "noble" and respected Mr and Mrs. Hyeon kicked out their seventeen year old son to a dump of an apartment that wasn't even a percentage of their fortune.

I had the urge to just throw the phone to the wall but I knew that would be the end of my problems. I scrolled through my messages to decide which one to read, I had no intent or inerest to read them all. Most the messages seemed to be from Cha Hyeon,my brother...

I scrolled, the day I give that bitch the time of day is the day he's dying and all other relatives who are to plan his burial are already dead.

I tapped on 'Dog' , my father's message seemed to be the shortest.

"Kim Hyeon, you have brought nothing but shame to this family. Even so, I am willing to overlook your numerous errors in light of resent developments, a very serious issue has arisen and I require your presence tonight. Get dressed. Decently dressed. And come home. Tonight, by 8.00pm. This is non negotiable. "

" Well fuck, I guess that bitch really is dying soon"i thought as a small smile formed on my lips.

I put my phone back down on my desk and turned of my computer. It was now pitch darkness in my room. I carefully made my way to the window and opened the curtains. For someone who spent most of their time in front of a screen, I hated bright lights. I went over to my wardrobe and opened it, recalling my father's words 'Decently dressed'. As if I have designer suits just laying around.

They should be honoured, I was going to where my one of a kind black Exculiber hoodie signed by the game designer of the 'king fortress' themselves and a matching pair of sweat pants.

I didn't bother looking in the mirror, my bangs covered a good portion of my face. I grabbed my glasses and phone and made my way to front door. As I closed the door I took the oppo to finally check the time.

It was 8.20pm. Well... It's not like they'll say anything they've never said before. My apartment wasn't that far from their mansion but I wasn't ready to see their faces yet so I used the subway. I arrived at the gate where the head butler seemed to have been waiting for me. An old man, neat and with an air of dignity more befitting to be here than me. He always kept a stirn look on his face for as long as I remembered and had been serving our family even before my birth.

"Paul" I gave him a nod of greeting.

"Young master" he replied, not looking my way as we walked to the front door.

I took in my surroundings, the lush greenery on either side of the path, the rose bushes surrounding the large building that acted as the central point in the Hyeon estate. It was a mix between a small medieval castle and a mordern complex, proof of me parents lack of coordination, even in something as small as home design.

Paul opened the front door and as I entered, he whispered under his breath, "We have important guests today, it would be wise not to pick a fight since your father is in the most irritable of moods". He closed the door.

Now, I really didn't want to see them. My parents hated me, but the hated people even more. Especially those who invade their personal space. I also hated people. In conclusion we never had guests. I slowly made my way through the lavish white and gold living room into the even more lavish and furnished dining room with an overhead chandelier. I stopped in the entry way briefly, hands in my trouser pockets, taking in the scene before me.

In the center of the room was a long, rectangular, dark wood table, an exquisite spread of food upon it but what interested me more was the people on either side of the table.

To the left was my family. My father, dressed in an all black suit, grey hair slicked back neatly, a look of absolute irritation on his face was directed at me.

Fuck him.

My mother was seated to his right, a beauty even in her old age, dressed in a long sleeved red dress, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, her dark brown hair held back in a tight bun. She was looking down at her plate, pretending to poke at her stake. It was obvious she was avoiding to meet my gaze.

Fuck her.

The bitch of the night, who I hoped was dying, but seeing the situation, most likely not. My brother was seated to her right, dressed in a 'tacky' white shirt, a gold watch on his wrist, high waist trouser, his blonde hair held up in a short pony tail. He had an annoying grin on his face and this look of superiority in his carpet blue eyes. I wonder if it was obscenely obvious that he was adopted since at least I had pitch black hair close to my mother's.

Oh yeah, fuck him too.

The stars of the night were on the right of the table. Instantly I knew who they were. The Horishiki family. The giants in the Electronic industry who built a technological empire that is spread out all over the world, with their base in Japan. If the Hyeon family was rich, the the Horishiki's were generational wealth.

The current head of the Horishiki group, his wife and their five children.

However the ones currently present at this diner were Mrs. Horishiki dressed in a simple black dress with a white coat thrown over her shoulders,her light brown hair flowing over her shoulders. If my mother was an example of beauty, then Mrs. Horishiki was the standard. she observed me with her emerald eyes, a slight smile on her lips.

She seems to be having fun.

The eldest daughter, unlike her mother seemed to be in the worst of moods. Dressed in a white leather overall, her hair shoulder length and neat.

I'm sure she's beautiful but her scowl wasn't doing her face any favour.

The third son...looked like he belonged in a host club. Multiple ear piercings, he was dressed in a suit but it didn't look the least bit professional, the first buttons of his shirt were undone and his auburn red hair was a mess, his bangs pinned to the right with a black hair pin. His emerald eyes observed me with absolute uninterest. Just like me, he looked like he didn't want to be here.

I walked to my family's side and took my seat next to my brother.

Not out of choice, there weren't any other seats available.

My father loudly cleared his throat, pulling everyones attention to him. "Let us finally get to the point of today's meeting. The union of the Horishiki group with the Hyeon family will be finalised through marriage. Am I right, Mrs.Horishiki?

" That's right, however for now this will simply be an engagement due to their age. "

I slowly turned my head to look at my brother who's attention was on my father. Were they planning to marry, this fool, into one of the most influential families in the continent.

My attention quickly shifted to the other side of the table. It couldn't be the son, he looked he didn't even know where he was and seeing how he was in grossed in his phone he had no interest in whatever was going on around him. The daughter... seemed like the kind to beat up her spouse.

"In that case I pray this marriage goes through completely", i thought, poking at my stake.

"As such we will start the preparations for Kim Hyeon and Kazumi's engagement", said my father in a tone of neutrality.

I dropped my fork which hit the plate with an obscenely loud clink.

"Huh?" I exclaimed loudly staring at my father. A similar gasp of shock came from the other side of the table where the red head had stood up abruptly and was glaring at his mother.

I felt a hand pat me on my back. "Congratulations on your engagement, brother," said Cha Hyeon in a mocking tone.