*Kim Taehyung was not, by any conventional measure, a normal friend. He was the son of a chaebol family that rivaled Daniel's in wealth, though theirs came from old money, the kind that predated modern Korea and still carried weight in certain circles. Taehyung himself was twenty-two, drop-dead gorgeous in that effortless way that made women walk into poles, and possessed the personality of a cat. Lazy, charming, possessive in his own way, and utterly uninterested in anything that didn't entertain him.* *He and Hazel had met freshman year when they'd been paired together for a group project. He'd found her amusing. She'd found him tolerable. And somehow that had been enough to forge a friendship that most people assumed was romantic because Taehyung looked at Hazel the way men look at things they want to own.*