Your POV
Finishing the last drop of frappuccino left in your cup, you decide it's best to head back to work. It was only a matter of time until break would roll around again. This time, you wouldn't be working with Yugyeom like you'd expected. For all you knew, he'd be relaxing with his girlfriend.
As soon as you entered the complex building, you walked straight to your office. Stares were given, and whispers were exchanged. News of Yugyeom being married spread fast, and you were the victim. Mainly because he was so popular around the building and no one had seen him interact with a female before.
To find out he's getting married? Now that was news.
Finally reaching your office, you exhale and drop your purse on a nearby chair, where you take off your coat and droop it over the edge of your seat. Today was a chilly morning, soft winds humming outside as the bright sun shined through your windows. The weather was perfect, and if Yugyeom had cooperated, it would've been even better.
Sighing as you finally collapse into your chair, you open your laptop to get some assignments done. Usually a sip of coffee would get you in any motivation to finish work, but now, even with a full cup of coffee, you couldn't help but feel lazy. Tilting your head to the right and then the left, you stop once you catch a glimpse of a note left on your desk.
Chae Yooha,
I'm sure you have a lot of questions about your marriage with Yugyeom, but I will assure you, everything will be fine. Yugyeom already has a dress picked out for you, and your ceremony will be held a week from now. You'll be living a little far from me, but I will still be coming to work. Please don't worry about me.
I hope you're excited about this wedding just as I am, Yooha.
Your father,
Park YounghwaFinishing the note, your face turns down and your eyebrows knit in sadness. Your father was so excited for your marriage, yet no one knew that he'd be faking his love for a few months before calling a divorce.
You rub your temples frustratingly as you try to contain your emotions. You were mad, frustrated, and you wanted to cry all at once.
Just as you felt the need to shred the note to pieces, someone knocks once, twice, then a third, before barging into the room and startling you. With a loud booming voice, your heart accelerates for a second until you realize it's just your colleague.
"Yooha, Mr. Park needs you!" He shouts as you massage your temples once again in attempt to show that you were in a bad mood. It's quiet at first, until he's about to repeat his statement and you stand up to interrupt him.
"Jackson, you know there's no point in knocking if you're just going to barge in, right?" You say with an icy tone. Jackson is taken aback and he realizes what he's walked into. Settling on apologizing instead of arguing, he tries his best to get your mood back up.
"Ah, sorry," He replies, now bowing formally as he gives a small grin. You return the look by rolling your eyes, and he laughs until you leave your office. Jackson turns around to see your form leaving, and he is left standing alone near the front of your door.
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"Yes, father?" You say, entering your father's room quietly. "Ah, Yooha. You read my note, didn't you?" You nod and sit in one of the seats facing him before he starts speaking. "Good, good. I called you in because I decided to fill you in as Yugyeom's assistant."
At this point, anything was possible, especially with the plot twist earlier. To even be surprised was a waste of time. "He needs a lot of help since his assistant quit a few days ago. He seems a bit stressed, too. Help him, will you?" He explains, now putting on his glasses to the bridge of his nose.
Then, you wondered if Yugyeom knew. After hearing his words in the coffee shop, it would be awkward to have any interaction with him. That was one thing that worried you.
"Does Yugyeom know about this?" You asked, hoping the answer would be that he received the news. "No, I didn't. That's why I called you in here. You as his wife, should to tell him the news yourself. He'll be pleased!"
You bit your lip awkwardly, not finding anything else to say. Meeting Yugyeom now would be tense and uncomfortable.
"That's all I wanted to tell you. You may leave." You quickly nod and bow before leaving his office in a rush. That room was obviously cursed. You held your clipboard tightly to your chest as you dashed your way to your office.
You needed to give yourself some time to think about the current situation. An arranged marriage with Yugyeom and now an assistant? Personal assistant to be exact? It made you cringe.
You were so close to reaching your office, but because you were running, you bumped into a strong chest. It makes you shriek and fall backwards. You're almost ready for pain to strike in all areas, that is, until a certain person holds you from falling.
"Yooha?"
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