bloodsucker | bang Chan x reader

prologue

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I entered my slightly huge house, yelling out "I'm home!" as I close the big door behind me.

Hastily, I took off my shoes and dragged my aching feet until I reached my room.

What a tiring day.

I really should take a rest. But I have an essay to work on, and family business on top of that.

I closed my door, put my shoes back in my closet, and took out my laptop. I sat on my comfy bed as I opened my laptop. I turned on my laptop, and started typing right away once I opened up my draft for my essay.

After a while, I heard a knock on my door.

I looked up from the screen, put my laptop down on my bed, and sat up to open the door.

There appeared my older brother, Jisung, with a smile on his face.

"Hey sis," Jisung said, awkwardly.

I welcomed him with a smile as he handed me a cup of tea.

I set the tea down on my bedside table as I welcomed him into my room, telling him to close the door behind him as he came in.

"What's up Jisung?" I asked as I was about to resume with my essay.

Jisung sat down on my rolling chair and took a little moment to relax.

"Nothing much," he said after awhile. "But mom and dad needs to talk to you."

I look up from my screen to Jisung. "When exactly?" I asked with curiosity in my eyes.

Jisung smiled energetically, "They said as soon as possible."

"Now I've gotta go now," Jisung got up and waved before he exited the room.

A small sigh, consumed with stress, escaped my mouth. I took a small sip of my tea, turned off my laptop, put my laptop away, and walked out of my room.

"I wonder what's wrong this time.." I mumbled to myself.

I opened up the door to my dad's office and see both my parents waiting patiently there for me.

I let myself enter the room, closing the door behind me and taking the seat in front of them.

"You asked for me?" I asked, formally.

"Yes dear, we both have something to tell you." My mother looked at me, glanced at dad, and looked at me again.

My parents both looked at each other, excitement written in their expressions, and back to me.

"We set up an arranged marriage!!" My mother said, enthusiastically.

My jaw dropped open.

"What?" Was all I could say.

There is no way that I could get married at the age of 20.

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