Love, friendship, and hatred.
Those happened in Mae Yoonji's life.
It all started when she moved to Korea from China, her hometown. A lot of things changed her life: meeting various kinds of people; some friends, some enemies, feeling emotions she f...
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Anyway, here's the chapter! Enjoy!
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Yoon's POV
"Do you, Park Chanyeol, take Mae Yoon Ji as your wife and will love her in sickness and in health till death do you apart?"
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Chanyeol glanced at me for a second and hesitantly said, "I do."
The priest averted his gaze to me. "Do you, Mae Yoon Ji, take Park Chanyeol as your husband and will love him in sickness and in health till death do you apart?"
"I- I ..."
Why can't I say the two simple words and let this wedding come to an end?!
I sighed silently and finally said it, "I do."
The priest turned back to Chanyeol, "You may kiss the bride."
I stared wide eyed at my future husband. Unless he kisses me, the wedding won't end any sooner. He leaned in and I stayed where I was. The closer he got, the faster my heart beated. I closed my eyes and waited for my first kiss to happen. But it didn't.
My right eye opened and I saw the familliar pair of eyes staring right back at me. Both my eyes blinked open and I realized whatever happened. The kiss never happened but his face was really close and he made it seem like our lips are connected to the eyes of everyone else. My eyes shifted down onto his lips. It moved all of a sudden and I knew he was whispering. I read his lips and figured out the words that slipped passed his lips.
"I'm sorry."
I gave him the exact reaction he recieved every time he apologized after the friendship incident, a roll of the eyes that is. I pulled away and plastered a wide fake smile across my face and I looked to the crowd. They were cheering and clapping. I could see him looking at the crowd with the exact same smile that was on my face from the corner of my eyes. We walked down the stairs and began the meet and greet with the guests.
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Finally, the wedding's over. I can sleep and rest.
I changed into a pair of loose shorts and a shirt. Anything but the wedding gown. I placed the itchy wedding gown on the left side of the bed. I walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. My head was about to meet with the pillow but someone knocked on the door of my room, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Yoon? Are you ready yet?" I heard from behind the door.
I got up and walked over to the door. I turned the knob and pulled the door open. My mother stood in the hallway, in front of my room.
"What are you talking about, Mom?" I questioned her.
"Why aren't you getting ready? The guests are on their way in dresses and suits, and here you are in your shorts and shirt," Mom shook her head in disappointment.
