“Yah, Minhee, why aren’t you sleeping?”Minho asked. He had just come back from a date with his girlfriend, and had come home to see his sister sitting up with her head in her hands.
“You know how we heard mom and dad talking about my marriage a long time ago? Mom came to me and told me that we’re going to meet him tomorrow. Kibum just broke up with me. I don;t know what to do,” she said without looking at him.
“Do you want to avoid this because he’s not as handsome as me, or not as talented as me,” Minho said, sitting next to her and grinning.
Minhee broke out into a soft smile and gently hit her brother. “Oppa!”
“I know its not fair and stuff, but you’ll have to bear with it. Just lock him up for a few days, and he’ll get used to you. Like in Beauty and the Beast.”
“Oppa! This isn’t a joke! What if I get married to him and he doesn’t like me, and we stay as enemies forever? What if I never forget Kibum? You have Tae Soo. She’s not from that family. How come you can love anyone you want?”
Minho looked down crest fallen, but sill managed to smile.
“If it makes you feel any better, Tae Soo broke up with me today. So I guess eomma and appa will get me married like you.”
“Oh,” Minhee said, taken aback. She didn’t know what to say; she felt shallow. The fact that her brother was still able to smile just for the sake of cheering her up touched her.
She sat up straight and looked at him withe blazing confidence.
“OK. I’ll try. I remember how you taught me to respect our family and its values. So I’ll marry him. But I don’t know if he’ll want to marry me,” Minhee said.
“I’m sure he will. You haven’t even met him. What if he turns out to be Kibum? It’ll all turn out well, I promise,” he said before standing up and motioning for her to get rest.
“Before he knows it, he’ll be smitten by your beauty. Get some sleep so that your beauty stays,” he said, tucking her in, to which she giggled.
Minho still treated her like a child, and despite her protests, she had to admit that it was the only medicine for similar situations.
“Goodnight, Choi Minhee,” he said before closing the door.
“Lee Jinki! Please wake up, baby!” said a beautiful voice, awakening Jinki.
He happily turned over to a charming face hovering over him, her dark brown locks lightly brushing his face.
“Hi, honey,” he said, groggily.
“I hope you’ll greet your wife like that as well,” the same lady replied, pulling him up.
“What are you talking about You are my wife,” he said, scratching his head in confusion, yet still having the same hungover expression.
The lady looked at him curiously. She then proceeded to hit him (“Ow!”) and say,” get your head straight young man! You’re meeting Minhee today!” She then walked out of his room briskly.
Jinki shook his head. He then rubbed his eyes and looked around to catch a glimpse of his mother, instead of the lady he saw in his half conscious sleep. She certainly was not as arousing to look at as the girl from his dream.
He felt stupid; he knocked himself in the head.
Get your game straight, Jinki, he thought, trying to erase the dream from his memory.
He slowly got dressed and reluctantly went down the stairs, still in want for sleep.
He turned around the corner to the hall, where his dad sat with a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts and his mother glided about the kitchen in a hanbok.
“Here’s your breakfast, yeobo,”playfully said, jabbing at Jinki’s morning mishap (hooray for alliteration!), at which his father chuckled.
“You told appa too?” he asked, embarrassed, but smiling at the same time.
“Oh she did! Reminds me of when you four years old and wanted us to get divorced so that you could marry your mother. One cracked up son, you are,” his father replied, laughing hysterically.
And from then, his parents sat together bringing up different memories of their only child, with a laugh here and there.
Jinki could help but smile at them. They seemed so perfect; their personalities matched up perfectly. They always seemed to make the best out of any situation where they were together. The connection made them raise him to high standards in terms of behavior and personality.
He could not help but feel that marrying Minhee was the only way to repay everything they gave him. But at the same time, he knew that marriage wasn’t something he could easily take up or leave. He really hoped his parents would leave him to be with someone of his choice so that he had a better crack at following their influential and revered footsteps.
As he thought about the marriage, he remembered it was the day he was to meet her.
“Is that going to be your getup for the day?” he asked, interrupting his parents.
“I remembered that Minhee’s parents were strict about tradition and culture, so I chose to wear this,” his mother replied, showing off the designs in her dress.
“And I’m taking her dad fishing!” his dad said, pulling out a fishing hat from the back.
His father was always correct in his tones. He knew when to be cheerful and humorous and when to be stern. Jinki had seen both sides, but mostly the former.
Before he could reply, the doorbell rang. Jinki hurriedly finished his breakfast and chucked his plate in the cupboard after haphazardly washing it (“I don’t want any dirty plates in the sink, sleepy head!”).
Good thing I got dressed before breakfast, he thought, confirming that it was the Choi family as he stood behind he parents, facing Minhee’s parents.
Jinki’s gaze wavered as his parents greeted Minhee’s. He craned his neck. Where is she?
Then he caught a shining, dark brown lock of hair. Her parents shifted enough to reveal the whole of Minhee.
Jinki gulped. His stomach tightened as his parents greeted her and her brother.
She was the girl from his dream.
Yay! Chap 2 up! Do you like it so far?