〖 How It Started 〗
"You're getting married to Lee Donghyuck."
When her mother says that, Saemi thinks it's the most unfortunate sentence she's ever heard in her entire life. Her eyes almost roll to the back of her head.
Not again.
But in reality, it's the boy's words that weighed tons, and she's convinced that she doesn't want anything to do with him.
"I don't want to get married to Kim Saemi."
- Ten hours ago -
Saemi is on her way to her Business Analytics class.
Her grey plaid skirt is short and taut, but her white blouse is long-sleeved and smart-looking, adorned with a black silk ribbon. Her designer handbag is small, but it fits everything she needs for her classes. Her lips are plump, and it's painted a matte Flamenco Red.
Greetings and murmurs alike fill her ears as she walks unbothered through the corridors.
"Here she comes! Hey, Saemi!"
"Hi, Saemi! I love your outfit!"
"Good morning, Saemi-yah!"
"Have you heard the rumors? Saemi was seen with—"
"Shh! She's here!"
"Uh—oh—hey, Saemi!"
She spares an icy glance to the girls who are gossiping about her, but continues walking without an ounce of care.
That's pretty normal.
She is both hated and loved by women and men alike. She's got everything after all: beauty, brains, talent, and money.
Well, everyone in her school is rich. There's no one person who could've gone to West Seoul University that can't afford the price. The place was built exclusively for the rich and wealthy.
But Kim Saemi?
She's filthy rich.
"Hana!"
"Saemi-yah!"
Saemi rushes towards her best friend who's standing by the locker area, her black velvet high block heels clicking against the marbled floors of the university. They greet each other excitedly, giggling like little girls, despite seeing each other just the other day.
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How It Started, How It Ended || Haechan (NCT)
FanfictionSaemi has it all: beauty, brains, talent, and wealth. Haechan, he's got those too. An easily perfect combination, right? Err... no, not at all. Saemi and Haechan don't get along well. They're always fighting, always bickering, always competing with...