Chenfirmed (Completed)

Chapter 4

One more chapter and we're done. I know it's short but this is just a shot story fanfic for Chen.

I already did one for Suho {100 Days with Mr. Arrogant} & D.O. {Peter Pan}

The next person i do some short story series is either Kai or Kris.

And I'm also deciding whether to put some epilogue or just leave it until Chapter 5. Help me.

"Sample Text" - This will their normal conversation. (Think that they're talking in korean)

"Sample Text" - This will be the words where you need to read it strong. And this will also be title's and such.

E.G.: "You're such an *sshole Kim Jongdae!!" or Someone's POV

"Sample Text" - This will be my font, means. It would be me talking when you see it on italic.

"Sample Text" - This will be flashbacks, songs, the character reading something and stuff that won't be mixed up with the normal fonts.

Let us now continue.

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Eun-Hyun's POV

Chen liked me? Is that the reason why he kept bothering me? But...

"Eun-Hyun!!! The school told us you skipped class? Where were you? And did you forgot about the dinner meeting? It was so embarrassing for Mr. Wufan's family!" My dad shouted in front of the door.

"I'm tired dad, tell them we'll just do it next time." I said walking towards the door.

Then he blocked my way.

"Missy, I'm giving you chance tomorrow. I told Mr. Wufan that you will meet his son on their restaurant 8pm sharp. If you didn't arrive you're screwed." He said pointing his fingers on me before he left.

Psh, whatever then.

[Next Day]

I was walking at the school ground looking for Jong--i mean Chen.

As I walk pass by the hallway, everyone was looking at me weirdly. Some are giving me a 'fighting' while some are giving me bitch faces.

I notice the school board next to the teachers office and saw a paper saying that Kris Wufan is gonna marry Shin Eun-Hyun.

Wufan...

Wufan...

Shit, he was the heir of Wufan company? Shit shit shit.

Why am I not happy? Why do I feel like it's not worth it?

"Hi my fiancé." A deep husky voice called behind.

I faced him and saw Kris smiling.

"U-uh Kris! H-hi!" I greeted awkwardly.

"So...are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"To be my wife...and to feel my hard and..."

*PAAAK*

I couldn't believe that when would say those words. I fastly ran somewhere after I pulled the poster about my marriage.

There's no kind of marriage happening, no.

I started looking for Chen and I saw him under an oak tree talking to a girl.

"Chen..." I called.

He looked "Hi Eun-Hyun!" He smiled then put his attention back to the girl.

"Jongdae-ah!" I shouted.

They stopped talking and I heard Chen told the girl to leave.

He stopped up fixing his uniform.

"What?" He asked. "Aren't you happy you're gonna marry the oh-so-hot Kris Wufan."

"Bring me somewhere." I said.

"What?"

Jongdae's POV

"What?" I asked

what the hell is she saying.

"Take me away!!! Freaking stop the wedding!!! Don't make me suffer!" She cried falling on her knees.

"Hey hey, what's happening?" I asked kneeling down to hug her.

"I don-i don't wanna marry him. He's a bitch...." She said.

I brushed her back thinking.

"You like me right?" She asked.

"Huh?"

"Tell me you don't like me, tell me you love me Kim Jongdae. Please." She gripped on my sleeve.

"Eun-Hyun..."

"Jongdae, please..." She begged.

"Sorry, I can't." I whispered on her ears.

"C-chen?"

"I can't, I was just joking about my feelings. It's just Chenfirmed not confirmed." I smiled. Bitterly.

"Tell me you're lying!!!" She shouted.

"I'm not." I fake laughed.

"Why are you doing this to me..." I heard her say under her breath.

"Sorry." I acted like it didn't hurt.

I need to act.

I can't.

My family will be on trouble.

Her father told me to stay away.

He promised that he will take good care of her.

I will be back, I promise....

Saranghae...

Eun-Hyun ah...

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Hey, it's to early for this but yeah.

I'm not gonna pur Epilogue anymore.

I'll end it on Chapter 5 and will start my new one.

Hey! Mr. Galaxy.

A Kris Short-Story so please anticipate.

I didn't proofread. So please bear with my typos.