The Hired Groom ::vixx fanfic::

9. Let's get married

9. Let's get married

〃Oppa, Let's get married!〃

〃zzzzzzZZZZZZZ〃

〃N oppa! LET'S GET MARRIED!!〃

〃Emmm.. Okay.. z.Z〃

〃Yeahhh, let's pack our stuff then! We have to prepare the ceremony!〃

〃Wait! WUT!? MARRIAGE??〃 N who almost touched Miranda Kerr's lip by his lip―in his dream immediately opened his eyes. He quickly jumped to the corner and cuddled the bolster like it was his mommy koala bear when those blackie eyes and tiny nose were an inch away from his face. His jaw dropped the bed. Perhaps he was dreaming! Alright he gonna be back to sleep. Shaking his head, N then lied back on the bed when Dasom wasn't in his sight anymore. Damn, him! Sleep talking again!

At the same time, the small figure busied packing their dress. That pinkish lip reached her ears and those small fingers quick pressed the red button, finished the conversation.

〃Done~〃 Dasom squealed in joy when she could find the perfect solution for the current problem.

〃Oppa, let'sー〃 Dasom paused her feet, spotting that sleeping head. Ahh, it was already 9 a.m and why did he still not get up? The departure time was close!

Sighing hard, Dasom shook that big figure whose lips stuck out in number 3 with a soft mumble "Miranda.. Miranda.. Let oppa kiss you~ (x3x) Wait until I win over father, you gonna be mine hohoho jubjubjub (~3~)"

Could not wake him up, Dasom then leaned closer..to his ear. She inflated her lung and screamed her throat out.

〃N OPPA GET UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!〃

〃Heuzzz〃

-Chuuu-

〃(O3o)〃

〃(__)(0_0)(__)(-0-)〃

Those big blackie eyes stared up and down her chest and that black head. Later on, some slaps being heard when that soft warm thing still leaned on her upper bosom.

-pach-

-pach-

〃I thought it was Miranda!〃 Rubbing his cheeks in pain, N leaned over the bed leg and gazed at that small figure. She was ironing his shirt.

〃Should not have waken me up *sniff* We already reached the bed. *sniff*〃 Pouting, N stared at the pillow regretfully. Though he wanna sleep again, those two severe pachs just woke him up for the whole year till next life.

〃Ashh, clearer and high quality than a printed machine!!〃 N mumbled, spotting the red mark of ten fingers on his face through his front camera. Should he take a selfie and send this image to the insurance company or the human rights office?

〃Here! Quick dress up! The train leaves at ten.〃 N lowered his face with that death glare and quickly got his shirt.

〃Train? You're going somewhere?〃

〃My mother's homeland. Not only me, you as well!〃

〃Huh, what're we going to do there? You're gonna borrow her money?〃

〃No, we're gonna get married.〃

〃Marriage?? You?? With who?〃 N who only heard the last word quickly asked out. He continued when that pretty face replied him nothing.

〃Or you want me to be your husband's groomsman? I will not do for free lah~ $50 per hour.〃 N joked, though his heart raced in pain. What was wrong with him? Shaking his head, he pinched that chubby cheek whose owner suddenly shared him a glower.

〃Ahh, don't wear on that face. Your future husband will be scared to death!〃

〃YEAHH!! He'll get scared to grave! And I am the one who're gonna stomp him to hell!〃

15 minutes later..

〃Let go your hand!!〃

〃NOOOOOO >0<〃

After knowing who gonna be her groom, N with all his strength and spirit glued the bed's leg as it was his real mommy koala bear. No matter what, he would not let go his finally-met mommy. He would not leave his virginity for the second time. It was for Miranda Kerr only! He hadn't yet been married so the virginity should measure through it, right?

〃Stop crying! I said let go and get married with me!!〃 Goshh, how many weird girls like her on this earth? Threatened him to marry her and when he refused she just abused his body.

Oh my!! Never in my life meet such this scary lady!! TToTT Someone helps meeeeeeee!! I don't want to marry her!! I don't want to cheat on Miranda Kerr!! I want to be singleeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Single lady like Beyonce's song! Ani! Single man, I meant! -.- If I get married, I will lose my chances to have dinner with Paris Hilton, Taylor Swift, Demi lovato, Madonnaーwait, I meant MonalisaーAhh, my brain is messing now!! Whatever! As long as I remain single without bond, I can date anyone! Open bracket. When father gimme back my power. Close bracket.

〃I will tell you again! No way!! With my name "N" plus my mother's last name "Oh", here we go: N.O!!! Leave me aloneeeee!!〃

〃Ahh, just get married! Why're you this stubborn!?〃 Dasom yelled while her fingers clung on to that leg and pulled him over. Still, his big figure didn't jerk.

〃It is marriage! Not register a kid for a kindergarten class! I have to sign on whatever death certificate! I'm just twenty fives, still have many girls to dateーheuzz, I meant more works to do on the bedーdeskーAshh, whatever! I won't get married! Don't rob my virginity!! It's for Miranda Kerr,〃 N yelled but Dasom already left this area. He tilted his head to scan around and immediately let go the cuddle, seeing no more pervert witch.

〃Thanks, mommy! I really love you! Please look after me. Please chase away that scary girl off my virginity!〃 Closing his eyes, N saluted the ceiling. Just then a tiny figure walked off the bathroom which poured N's arms and legs the glue to the bed leg.

〃Marry me or not?〃 Dasom came out with an unreadable smile. N shook his head and buried his face in the mattress.

〃No!〃

〃Are you sure?〃

〃YESSSS!〃

〃How about this?〃 He immediately opened his eyes with that evil chuckle. N's jaw hung open with a familiar pink bottle. He gulped with a drop of that light purple liquid next to his shelter. Dam-damn! It was a toilet cleaner!! Did she think he was a bacteria?? =0= So cruel!

Breathed in and breathed out, N's brain searched for the techniques he had learnt in school, or even came across in the books. He coughed his fear away and looked through those big black eyes bravely. While inside he prayed for she not poured that dreadful liquid on his face till Miranda Kerr couldn't remember him.

〃Do you think this can work? Abuse people can send you to jail. And if I get killed, the cops will investigate the fingerprint on that bottle.〃 N secretly gulped. He just wished he wouldn't get killed. Or he would be ashamed to next life. If the newspapers wrote like this: The (former)president of Cha group, Mr. Cha Hakyeon aka N was murdered yesterday by a pretty little girl, Kim Dasom. Weapon: Toilet cleaner

Goshh, he could not stand this. If so, let Dasom poured it on his face so no one would recognize his corpse.

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