Anything But Weak (Boys Over Flowers fan fiction)-Trailer Inside

His Party, My Funeral

The good thing is that I have finally found a job in the porridge restaurant in which Jan Dia works with her best friend Gaule. The bad thing is that tonight I have to attend the 'Welcoming' party that the oldman has organised for Adam. Did you catch that? My grandfather has thrown him a party and hasn't spoken a word to me since our last talk about the contract. I admit, it was not a pleasant talk, but still. So you can imagine me being pissed off when I got this news. I was even more pissed when Adam turned up on my doorstep in the early hours of dawn just to gift me a stupid dress. His visit went something like this...

When I heard the knock on the door the first time, I thought it was just my imagination. The second knock freaked me out. The third knock... It never came. Instead, Adam thought it will be a really good idea to break my door and then barge into my apartment.

"What the bloody hell!" I screamed, the moment he came into view. He took one look at me and burst into hysterical laughter. The idiot had the audacity to laugh at me in my house. Just when I was going to knock him dead with the frying pan I was holding, he stopped laughing abruptly.

"You go to bed wearing that?" He said, pointing at my night clothes. Confused, I looked down to see what was so wrong with my parrot green hello-kitty shirt and trousers, finding nothing worthy of amusement.

"What's wrong with what I am wearing?" I asked.

"Nothing wrong...if you were ten years old." He replied as he lifted the fallen-off-its-hinges door back to its frame. When he was done, the door stood at an angle.

"Oh really... Then I guess you go to bed covered in silk robes." I added.

He gave me this weird look before saying, "I actually don't go to bed very often. It's hard keeping the company up and running alone. It will be even harder if I were to sleep daily."

Only after he said this did I notice his blood shot eyes and unkept hair as though he has ran his hand through it several times in frustration.

"When was the last time you had a good night's sleep then?" I asked, curious.

"The day you signed the marriage contract." He smoothly replied.

"That was three days ago..." I said in a shockingly small voice. He looked at me once again with that weird expression of his and whatever else I wanted to ask never made it to my lips. I swallowed hard onto the lump that had formed in my throat and joined him on the sofa. By now my palms were sweating while a chilling cold had settled over the rest of my body. I looked at him expectantly to tell me the reason for his untimely visit but all he did was rest his head back on to the sofa with closed eyes. I couldn't help but watch his Adam's apple bob up and down his throat. I guess you could call it sexy in way.

"I think now is the time when you tell me the reason behind breaking my door." I muttered under my breath but he heard it nonetheless.

"I bought you something." He replied.

"Hopefully it's not poison." I added with a fake smile.

"It's not. After all, You have to be alive to say 'I Do' on our wedding day." He casually answered before placing a giant black box in front of me. "Go on, open it."

After giving him a look that said you-will-be-so-dead-if-this-was-a-joke I cautiously reached for the box and opened it. Inside the box, I found a very elegant black dress with encrusted white beads on its neckline and waist. It was folded very carefully from the looks of it as it displayed all the goodness of the dress and the money.

"What is this?" I asked, completely dumbfounded seeing the generosity in this action rather than by the dress.

"It's a dress. A piece of clothing that normal girls like to wear on special occasions." He replied with sarcasm evident in his tone. He was amused with the situation. The nerve...