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  "Do it for your family, Eun-Byul." ~Lee Eun-Byul

Eun-Byul sighed as her sister ravaged through her closet, trying to find something elegant like Jimin said.

"Why can't I just wear my jeans and a hoodie?" Eun-Byul asked Ga-Young, making her scoff.

"You're going to be the future queen, Eun-Byul. Do you really want to be mobbed by reporters and girls who will try to claw at you who are much more prettier than you?" She asked Eun-Byul, making Eun-Byul roll her eyes.

"It's better than to have an arranged marriage with that disrespectful prince."Eun-Byul muttered.

"I hate being poor, the ball is tonight and you have nothing to wear." Ga-Young said.

"Well, it's not like either of us have a dress, Ga-Young." Eun-Byul replied, making her sigh. Their father watched them, smiling. Yet, he started coughing, hard. The two quickly looked at him and ran over, seeing him coughing even harder.

"Dad, didn't you take your medicine?" Eun-Byul asked worriedly. 

"I.. don't have anymore." he choked out, getting on the floor. However, before any of the two daughters can respond, a knock was heard. Eun-Byul angrily sighed and ran down, opening the door to see Namjoon with a big, pink dress in his hands.

"Uh, this was left outside your doorstep with an envelope." He said, Eun-Byul grabbing it quickly with a frown on her face.

"You also have a call incoming-" he stopped as she quickly ran to the phone.

"Yes?" Eun-Byul asked, but hearing the faint chuckle on the other side of the line, she already knew who it was.

"Did you like that dress I sent you? You have to wear it." Jimin teased, making her sigh as she watched Ga-Young and her father quickly settle on the couch, Namjoon going to help.

"Look, Prince Jimin. My dad is in a.. medical crisis right now. I don't think I'll make it to the ball." Eun-Byul said urgently, taking the envelope from the dress and opening it.

"Eun-Byul, we made a deal. I'll.. get your father what he needs, but you need to come soon. Okay?" He asked her, making her sigh.

"Fine. Bye." She quickly ended the call and looked at the paper, seeing a whole, written contract of what they discussed. Jimin's signature already at the bottom, making her even more frustrated. She quickly put it away.

"Namjoon, please help me out." Eun-Byul said, making Namjoon quickly nod as the two went upstairs to her room. He waited outside as she changed into her dress, Namjoon curious.

"I thought you had to be invited for Jimin's ball.." Namjoon thought, biting his lips. She opened the door and stepped out, a face of disappointed displayed.

"I hate this so much. This isn't me.." Eun-Byul thought as the big pink dress fluffed out.

"Do it for your family, Eun-Byul." She mumbled, confidence but sadness in her eyes. Namjoon shook his head, seeing her in total disappointment.

"Eun-Byul, wait here." He said before he rushed out, grabbing his stuff and going to the nearest seamstress.

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Eun-Byul sat in her bedroom impatiently, still wondering how her father is and if he's okay. Namjoon quickly came back, handing her a simple, long black dress. She looked at him, a sparkle in her eye.

"I know this is urgent for you, and I really want to help. So wear it." He said, making her hug him quickly.

"Thank you, Namjoon. Now shoo!" She joked, making him chuckle as he left the bedroom. Namjoon smiled widely, leaning on the door frame.