Falling for my Wife. (Namjoon FF)✔

First meeting and First Impressions.

Y/N POV

I'm in the middle of some paperwork when my alarm goes off.

Alerting me that it is time for me to meet my future husband.

I've been dreading this day.

I've tried to not look him up.

I bet he is one of those spoiled rich kids that think they are GOD's gift to earth.

As  I begin to get my stuff my best friend walks in.

"It's time, huh?" He says sympathetically.

"Yup Time to face my Doom," I say dramatically with a smile on my face, trying to make light of the situation.

"I'm sorry Honey Bun," He says, Using the nickname we gave each other as kids.

Johnny has been my best friend since day one.

 He is Korean and was adopter by an American family when he was a baby.

I guess because we looked alike and were the only Asian kids we stuck together and we have been inseparable since.

He is literally the brother I've always wanted.

He and his family took me in and treated me like one of their own. 

I call his parents' mom and dad as they are pretty much the only parental figures I've ever known.

I hug him and say "It's okay Sugarplum" 

I know he feels guilty and hopeless as I feel.

When he found out about the arranged marriage he tried to help me to find any kind of loophole to prevent this marriage from happening. 

He even offered to help me run away and change my name.

Shoot, his entire family tried to help but there was nothing that we could do.

I will be bound to this stranger till death do us apart. 

That alone was scary AF.

Pulling back I try to give him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry if anything we can always run away"

He chuckles and nods in agreement.

 " I have an emergency bag packed already," he says proudly.

" Same dude, same, " I say as we both laugh.

Even under all that humor, our words hole truth.

"Okay I'm out, Wish me luck," I say.

"Good Luck, Don't kill him and bring me Lunch," He says.

"Thank you, I'll try, and sure," I say as I walk out.

Namjoon's POV

I'm sitting  In a small restaurant waiting for my future wife.

I'm a bit surprised by this place, it's intimate and comfortable not too flashy, like the places I am used to.

Not a place I would usually pick but I like it.

She chose it... my future wife.

When my parents told me about this arranged marriage fiasco I was pissed, to say the least.

But I also trust my parents' judgment. 

We have a close relationship and they never would do anything that would hurt me or force me to do something I don't want.