Poisonous Lies- Seungri Fanfiction

Chapter 1

The hall burst into a fit of applause as the groom stood. It was a typical wedding reception with white flowers, round tables covered with cream and gold table cloths and the obvious, beautiful bride. She was beaming at the guests with absolute delight. Her smile was contagious and her dress lapped around her the way that waves did around the beach. It was true that she was the most beautiful being in the room. Some could argue that her newly-wed husband didn't deserve her but others say that they were perfect together.

Although he had described his 'ideal type' as being cute, bubbly and small and she had described hers as being modest, down to earth and honest, neither of them matched what the other had wanted. They had created collisions which lead them to become one. They filled each other's imperfections and that's why they were flawless together. Even if you spent hours editing their personalities, they could never match. It was a shock to many of their friends and family members when they received wedding invites. A minority had thought that one of them wouldn't go through with it, considering the last, difficult four years.

But there they were, sitting at the long, rectangular table, overlooking the guests. They had both promised that they would be by one another's side for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, just hours before. The sun had set and their first night as a married couple was dawning on them. However, nobody was going anywhere without the groom giving a toast.

"I would like to thank you all for coming." He spoke into the microphone and the crowd applauded again. "I know many of you were surprised when you received the invitations. Neither of us had anticipated such day. But we're here now." He glanced over at his wife, lovingly.

"I was wrecking my mind, trying to come up with something to say. People usually say how much they love the other but that's ridiculous. If I hadn't loved her, we wouldn't be married. So I spent days and days, trying to come up with something and last night, just as I was staring up at the ceiling, I had an idea. I want to tell you the truth. I want to tell you why so many people doubted us. The truth is sometimes hard to accept but here it goes. Asami and I, as many of you might know, met on my Japanese talk show."

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Asami woke up to the blaring alarm on her phone. Slamming her pillow over her head, she groaned. Obviously, she wasn't a morning person. It rang again, and she squirmed under her sheets. At the third ring, she threw her pillow out of bed and sat up to silence her phone. Standing up, she headed towards the door, only to trip and fall to the ground.

Lifting her head to peer over her body, Asami saw a package she had received in the mail the other day. It was from a friend, but she hadn't opened it yet. Her room was practically the equivalent to a warzone. Books were scattered all over her bedside table, some on the floor below, and clothes from the night before had been shoved into her closet, causing multiple shoes to fall off the shelves. Before Asami had time to clean it up, she had fallen asleep in a matter of minutes.

Shoving the package away, she pushed myself up and continued on her way to the door. Suddenly, a loud beeping came from behind her.

"Ugh!"

She just wanted a peaceful morning. Since Asami had gone to sleep at about midnight, and it was 5 o'clock now, she wasn't in a very good mood. But she turned around anyways, to find that her manager was calling. Accepting the call, she held her phone up to her ear.

"Kon'nichiwa?"

"Asami! You're awake!" her manager, Katsuro Otsuka, cried through the phone. He was a very hearty, upbeat man.

"Just barely," she replied groggily. "What do you need? Is it about the show?"

"Not exactly. It's about a new MC you'll be working with!" he said, his voice raising in excitement.