4th Letter

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4th Letter: My Fiancé

Dear My Chaerin,

I heard you were going to have an arranged marriage. Hmm.. let me guess, is it gonna be me? Hihi~~ Saranghaeyoo~~

-Your soon to be Fiancé~~

The fuck? He is my fiancé?!

No way..

If this is Yoongi, seriously.. I'll shit out rainbows.

"Hmph." Yeulbi scoffed at me. She crossed her arms and glared at me, then she left. Damn her and her gang, following her around.

I'm in the urge to know my Admirer. He's making me curious!!

Narrator's POV

"I heard you were having an arrange marriage?!"

"Really?! Isn't it a good thing then? It's been years.. How many was it?"

"3. It feels like I'm cheating but.."

The boys were smiling upon hearing those words from their friend. In the inside, they felt bad since one of them is marrying the girl they all like.

Of course they hid the fact they liked her. Why? Because they don't want to ruin their friendship because of one girl.

They kept an eye on her, from the letters they saw, they decided to give her hints that it was them, when the reality it wasn't.

It was supposed to be one guy, but it turns out. There were 6 guys that were messing with her. Doing everything just to get her to like them.

3 more letters Ahn Chaerin~~

One of them thought. He was smiling by himself.

Chaerin's POV

"So, master. What will I do?" Jimin approached me.

"Meet me at lunch in the unused music room. Just at the third floor in the end hallway." I talked to him.

"Gotchu!" He smiled.

He's such a fluffball.

"Something good happen?" He knocked me out of my senses. I realized I was smiling like an idiot.

I'm getting weak around him.

"No." I declined.

I sat down on my seat and he went to seat down on his.

Lunch

"Hi Master!" Jimin opened the door in my hideout.

"What took you so long?" I asked.

"I went to buy some treats for us." He showed me the food he bought.

"Oh! Can I have that one?" I saw my favorite snack. It was chips. Honey butter chips.

"Eh? This is my favorite though..ㅠㅠ" He pouted.

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