Wedding Wrecker
by insertusernamehere
Prologue
Knock.
Silence...
Knock.
Silence...
Okay...
KNOCK VERY LOUDLY.
S.I.L.E.N.C.E
This was getting annoying. The beautifully ridiculous huge white mansion with Greek-
style pillars before me couldn't have been a haunted house, right? I mean, it looked all
fabulous and well taken care of and all that...
Besides, who would want to have ghosts as your in-laws?
I was standing at the door of my future husband's house, eagerly waiting for him to
welcome me after years of separation. It was a nerve-racking wait, for we hadn't met for
ten years, and I was afraid he would not recognize me anymore. It'd been such a long,
long time since we got married...
...at the age of eight.
Well, it wasn't exactly a marriage ceremony. Basically, he asked me if I wanted to be his
wife, to which I happily said yes, and we did a small vows exchange in front of Father
Kim's tomb. I guess that counts, right?
We were three years apart, which made us both legal for matrimony now. I had been
hunting down his address for a while, and as soon as my birthday passed I set off to find
him, my gorgeous husband.
Wait...that was him ten years ago...He probably got plastic surgery...
Never mind.
Even if he got ugly, I would still marry him. After all, it was a vow, a very serious vow
between an eight year old and an eleven year old, both very serious kids. We only needed
to make it official by signing papers now.
But that is only if this freaking door was going to freaking open.
The moment I raised my foot, ready to kick at the door, it sprang open, causing me to
jump back on a start. Holding the door knob was a young man my age with spiked, dark-
brown dyed hair, untidily dressed in a black tuxedo, his bow untied, his shirt untugged,
the upper half unbuttoned, revealing a nicely developed chest. He furrowed his dark,
thick eyebrows and stared at me curiously with his gracefully long eyes.
...
That was me being speechless at his hotness, if you still haven't figured it out.
"Are you looking for someone, miss?"- He asked. His voice was funny - high, raspy and
scratchy like a sick cat. Maybe he never managed to get through puberty?
"Yes. Is there anyone named Kim Junsu here?"
The young man pursed his lips into a sheepish, yet amused, smile.
