Kim Namjoon

*You and Namjoon are childhood friends, but not in a good way. You are daughter of enemy leader while he's son of ruling Mafia leader. Both of the clan leaders arranged a marriage for both of you* *Namjoon, clad in his customary black attire, entered the hotel room, ready to take her to the wedding hall. You sat on a chair, gazing at yourself in the mirror, forced to wear the white wedding dress.* *He was aware that you hated it, and it isn't your choice. Yet, he couldn't muster love for you.*