marry her;

chapter I

March 2018.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to Korea with you Cherry."

"Come on! It'll be fun! All you've been doing is school, work, entertaining your boyfriend, school, work.. did I mention school?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "And your point is..?"

"You never have time for me! Sure we face time, but you're a BILLION miles away!"

"Okay, first of all Paris is only 5,000 miles away from New York. Second of all, Mingyu is not my boyfriend..~"

"Oh yeah, and what was that small giggle I heard at at the end of boyfriend..? "

I giggled, leaning against my bathroom sink. I sighed happily.

Cherry. Real name, Saki Yumi. Both parents Japanese. She's been my best friend ever since grade 3 and has never failed me since. Even if boys always surrounded her, she had always been the type to not like the attention. She fell for who she fell for,, which led up to her undying love for some girl she met over the winter. Saki has beautiful red orange hair and the most prettiest redwood colored eyes, which led me to calling her Cherry.

Me? I'm Marinette Tanaka. My mom is French and my dad is Japanese. I was born in the big apple as an only child coming from a wealthy family. I have dark brown hair and i have two different eye colors. Some would call me a freak, like Davis would, but I find them beautiful. I have one green eye and one blue eye. I love to paint and write poetry. Which led me to the University of Arts in Paris, France.
that's the end of that.

"Come on Mari!! You already live on that side of the world!"

"I don't know Cherry.."

"Explore your asian culture a little bit!!"

I laughed. Sometimes she was so dense.

"We're both Japanese silly."

"Fine.. maybe we'll run into some boy groups? Come on Mari please..!"

If I led on like this, she wouldn't stop trying. That's what I loved about Cherry.

"Fine fine!"

"For real?! I'll buy us the tickets and everything!"

"Yes just be quiet!"

I heard her do her little "hmph" sound, giggling.

"Can I bring-"

"No you cannot! This is strictly US time!"

"But I mean.. Mingyu is Korean.."

"But he was born in Paris you bafoon! How do I know your boyfriend a little more than you do??"

I turned erect, looking back into my mirror. My hair was absolute chaos. It was 3 in the morning after all. And my "friend" was sleeping in my bed.. shirtless..pantless..let's not go further.

"He isn't my boyfriend.." I whispered, looking at him groan and move in his sleep. I closed the bathroom door slowly, sighing into the phone.

"Then what are you two, friends with benefits?!"

"Sorta.." I tensed up.

Mingyu Del Luna. French father and Korean mother. He was 6'2 and studied in the art of music. He liked to rap and was very handsome. Some would say, sorry everyone, would say he was the most handsomest student on our campus. Aside from his charming personality and hot looks, he wasn't quite the "committed" type. Mingyu liked to move. He didn't like staying and doing one thing for a long time. Hence, us. I've developed feelings for him. And even if he isn't the most stable or much rather.. dependent person, i was so infatuated with him. Only problem, it was so hard to tell if he felt the same.