My Husband Is An Idol

Chapter One

"Some things are destined to be-- it just takes us a couple of tries to get there." -J. R. Ward

A/N: Italics indicates that they are speaking in Korean.

Charlie felt the warmth of the sun on her skin before she realized that the sun had already come up. As sleep started to let go of her, she thought it was strange that the sun should be out considering it was the middle of the night. But as she came out of whatever dream her mind had already forgotten and her head throbbed terribly, she finally remembered that she was not back home in Boston, she was actually on Seoul, South Korea and the morning was here. The jet lag and probably a long night of drinking helped in confusing her. She had come to Seoul by plane two days ago and had barely managed to shake everything off before going out last night.

As she stired, feeling getting back into her limbs as she opened her eyes, rubbing her forehead and reaching out for her phone on the nightstand, she found that she was a little restricted. She lazily lifted her head, looking around to find that she was not alone in her bed. In fact, as she came to be fully awake, she wasn't in her bed at all.

"Jesus Christ!" she yelled, falling out of the bed and onto the floor. She looked down to find that she was wearing only a bra and quickly grabbed a fallen sheet and covered herself with it as she scrambled to stand up. "What the fuck!"

She looked around the room that was very much not hers and touched her head. What in the hell had happened last night? She tried to remember but she was coming up with a foggy mind and she blinked, trying to figure out what was going on.

The man lying in the bed next to her slowly lifted his head, groaning as he did, looking at her casually.

"Do you need to shout?" he muttered and she looked around the room, finding that there was a huge mess everywhere. It was like a scene out of The Hangover, it was glitter and mess and drink glasses everywhere. She was pretty sure that there was a pinata on the bar and if she found a tiger and a baby she was going to throw up.

"Who the fuck are you?" she yelled, looking around to try and find her phone. "Where in the hell am I?"

She rapid fired these questions as they came to her and the man groaned again, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Calm down," he muttered, sitting up and looking around the room. "You're in my hotel room."

She looked around and tried as hard as she could to remember what had happened the day before.

If she was going to answer that important question- she needed to go back to not just yesterday, but three months ago.

Charlie Wright was born and raised in Boston by a single father. When she was ten, her mother dropped her off at school and promised to pick her up at three and when her father came at five, it was discovered that her mother had packed everything that belonged to her and left the divorce papers on the counter for him to find when he got home. Three people became two and John Wright did everything he could to raise his little girl, and like with most cases of love and parenting, it came with sacrifice. Charlie from that day on had to mother herself. She had to learn how to cook for herself and take care of herself after school because her father had to work sometimes two or three jobs to keep a roof over their head.

As she entered teenage hood she was used to being left alone. She found solace in school like all children and got involved in as many activities and after school things as she could so she wouldn't be stuck at home alone all of the time. Sure, she never did a great job of fitting in with any kind of a crowd and mostly kept to herself, but it was better to be surrounded by strangers who hated her than be sitting alone staring at four walls at the tender age of fifteen.