"Swallow for me baby girl." Namjoon crooned in my ear.
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Haneul's going to be wed soon.
But she's marrying seven hot lawyers. And she's already having a hard time around them. Will she last until her wedding night?
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✨ Uncover family secret...
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Early that morning 11 October 2020
It's always the same dream.
Always.
. . . . . . .
Panic.
That's all I consciously feel as I run down the deserted street.
'Something is following me.'
I sense it before I see it.
There is an old black Bentley creeping up on me. Gaining on me as I tire out.
It was kilometer away...
But now it's closer. I know this, because I chanced a glance over my shoulder.
Heaving for breath, my lungs burning in my chest, I spied a slim chance at survival.
I turned a corner at the old school. Panting heavily, the bouquet of white roses I had been holding slipped out of my left hand as I hiked the layered skirts of my white dress up. I broke into a run once more, down the empty road, past an ice cream stall.
Panic strikes through my heart, the corners of my vision blackening.
"This is it." I think to myself as I run down the road feeling sharp, stabbing pains in my feet with every step I take. "I can't anymore."
"Oh, but you can Haneul... You're a fighter!" Says another voice.
I can't find the source of the voice. But it was a deep, gravelly voice.
My father. I thought of him. He'd want for me to survive.
For me to win.
I pass by a small house, the windows were opened wide - an advantage to me, as I caught a glimpse of the Bentley gaining on me.
The vehicle is almost about to knock into me - when suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of seven, tall men, dressed in black suits intervene by standing in front of me and stopping the vehicle in its tracks.
Their faces aren't very clear from my vantage point. But I somehow know that they're very attractive.
"They're shielding me." I realised with a sigh of relief. But a sense of terror quickly replaces that short reprive.
I begin to worry about their safety.
I move to stand in front of them, spreading my arms out in an attempt to protect them instead, but the tallest one of them holds me back.
"No Haneul. Let us handle this for you." His warm smile washes a sense of calm over me, his adorable dimples flash, and I give in to his request letting his arm wrap protectively around me.
