Secretly Married To Hwang Eunbi

1. True Color

YERIN

"Are you sure she's not---"

"Nice?" I scoffed while eyeing SinB being surrounded by our schoolmates except me and the girl beside me who hid a snigger because of my remark. SinB smiled sweetly at them like she always does and just being nice to them. "Trust me Eunha-ya, she's not." I added while taking a bite of my unfinished sandwich for breakfast.

Eunha shaked her head after she took a sip on her iced coffee. "Thankfully I'm not a fan. But you're lucky you have a wife as famous and pretty as her." I couldn't help but to sigh as a response. Well, I don't feel lucky at all. "She's walking towards us." She said quietly while pointing a finger behind me.

When I turned around, SinB was already standing in front of me. She wore faded ripped jeans, a loose white sweatshirt with matching white converse shoes. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. She looked rugged today. This is what fans love about her, being pretty even when wearing simple clothes on.

SinB flashed a cheeky grin before speaking. "Hi. Sorry if I didn't notice you yesterday. So for that, I'll give you a gift. Here." She handed me three pieces of photocards with her autograph on it. She's always like this. We pretended like we don't appreciate each other's existence in the university to elude skepticisms that may invoke a little glitch on her beloved career.

"Daebak! That's her latest photocards!"

"SinB is so kind."

"Omo! SinB really gave it to her!"

"Wooow."

"It made me like SinB even more."

"She's so down to earth!"

"The girl's very lucky."

"I envy her."

I almost chortled upon hearing the comments of the other students who saw the idol actually giving a fanservice to a fangirl, which is unfortunately me. I don't even know a single song of hers or even movies she was in.

To cut the chase, I started my acting as well. "Omo! Kamsahamnida SinB-ssi!" I said ecstatically before getting her gift for me. "If it isn't too much, can I hug my idol?" I almost had reversed peristalsis when I said that, but I held it in. I have to know what she wants. SinB smiled then pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I've been texting you. Where's your goddamn phone?" She hissed in a low voice but audible enough for the two of us to be heard.

I blinked my eyes a couple of times to obviate myself from rolling my eyes. "I left it in our room. Why are you texting me anyway?" I replied with the same tone she used to me.

"Mom and Aunt Tiffany are coming over tonight." Even with the absence of befitting explanation, I know what she was trying to imply. We have to act like we're madly inlove again.

Our parents were good friends and also partners in business. They really  planned to get us married when we reach twenty years old, regardless if we're single or in a relationship. But SinB's dad and my dad died in a car accident while they were on their business trip two years ago. So Aunt Jessica and mom decided to get us married to honor our fathers' wish, to keep me and SinB together. So we're married for almost three years, I was eighteen that time and SinB was only sixteen. They decided to held our marriage in New Hampshire, which they allow people younger than eighteen years old to get married. Though our marriage was kept as a secret because of SinB. Aunt Jessica and mom thought we're in love, so we have to act like we really are.

SinB was the one who broke our embrace. As I have expected, her face turned angelic again. "I hope you continue to support me. Thank you so much."

She smiled sweetly then gave a peck on my left cheek. "Better be home early, I hate wasting my time." She whispered annoyingly in my ear. "And you really have a horrible fashion sense. Tsk." She added then swiftly walked away to the direction of the library. Probably to avoid her fans and not to study. But of course, her fans will think that she's really a role model student. Duh.

"She's really beautiful."

"I wish I had a SinB for myself."

"SinB, saranghaeyo!"

I rolled my eyes then cautiously look on what I am wearing right now. What's wrong of wearing oversized white shirt under my jumper? Arrgghh. I have killed you in my mind for the nth time, SinB.

I hate my life. Especially SinB.