Everything just slowed down.

Onew went over what she said once again.

After he regained consciousness, he was left alone in his ward, with his own thoughts.

So, going a blind date turned out to be a bad idea. He was sure that most dates were never like that, and Jongyeon just screwed up, but somehow, it affected him. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about the whole ‘marriage’ thing. He could go on other multiple dates- he had already reasoned out that not all of them consisted of messed up people like the one he went on before. But what if Jonghyun was bent on hooking him up with weirdos because he kept calling him Jongyeon? Or what if he was only able to set him u with people like Song Byul? What if he got hurt another time?

Jinki couldn’t risk it. But that meant he had to get married to Choi Minhee.

She was actually very pretty, but Jinki didn’t weigh too much by looks. She had to have a good personality, she had to care for him- and as much as Jinki tried to resist, he had to admit that she had both of those qualities- as far as he knew. She barely even knew him, but saved him from the alley. In fact, her whole family made sure he was OK.

Sure, it was human to help, but he had a feeling she did it because of somethig else as well. He remembered the look on her face wehn he asked her if she really wanted to marry him. It was a bit, put down. He hadn’t meant it in a bad way- he was just a bit annoyed that everything was being carried out in a rushed way. He didn’t have time to think of how his life would be if he really did agee to the marriage. He didn’t have to time to go over her, and her family- all he infered from the first meeting was that they all looked pretty good, she was OK with marriage, and both their parents were bent on it happening.

It was not like he was going to get hit by her boyfriend, was he?

OK, maybe he could, but it had a very low chance.

There was nothing wrong with marrying her. But he had to be sure.

 Which was why it took him a long time to process what she said.

Why hadn’t he thought of that before? He could just go out with her for sometime, to get to know her. If she wasn’t worth it, he could live like a loner for the rest of his life, which was better than getting hit by men twice his size, and if she was, well, everyone would be happy. Him, her , and their parents.

Well, he guessed so. It was worth the try.

The next hurdle to cross was to somehow open his mouth, use his voice box, and produce a few sounds that, when heard by Minhee, sounded like “Yes. I will take you out.”

Err- no.

“Yes, let’s do it.”

Ookay. Nope.

“Sure. That’s a good idea.”

Yes. That’s good.

After a few minutes, Jinki finally let out a meek whisper.


Before he good get to the “That’s a good idea part”, Minhee broke into a huge, 100 watt smile.

He watched as she slowly pushed back a strand of her hair and looked down. It was like she was in an old Korean warrior movie.

“OK,” she said, not meeting his eyes, still smiling like a maniac. A cute maniac, that is. She giggled, and said,” I think someone’s calling me. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Jinki was sure no one had called her, but he slightly blushed after she left. He stared at the place she had just vacated, trying, again, to process everything that had just happened.

She was doing something to him! What was with him and processing everything. Jinki was a smart boy!

He couldn’t figure out why she was acting so- coy when he said yes, but he understood why after he left, because, for some reason, whenever he thought of her, he became coy as well.

So, he was finally making some headway through this marriage nonsense.

He was about to lay back down on the cold hospital sheets wehn Minhee peeked into his ward.

“Oh, were you sleeping? Sorry,” seh said, and frantically began to shut the door.

“No, no. What is it?” he asked, grinning.

“Um. Well, I just wanted to ask when the date was,” she said.

“How about tomorrow?” he suggested. Before she could ask, he added,” I’ll be discharged in the morning- you don’t have to worry. How’s about 6?”

Minhee apprenhensively nodded. She didn’t want him to die or something during her date. She could wait. But then, it wasn’t that serious…

“I’ll ask my brother to pick you up, or something,” she offered.

Jinki shook his head.

“I’ll come pick you up.”


Minhee reluctantly went home with her brother, leaving her parents and Jinki’s parents at the hospital.

“So, care to talk more about this sudden change of mind?” he asked.

“I’m going on a date with him tomorrow,” seh blurted out, ignoring his question.

Minho found it reasonable. It was best for them to try and get used to each other, and to find out how they really were.

“So, you’re going to get married to him because you’re going on a date with him tomorrow?”

Minhee shook her head. To be honest, she wasn’t sure why she had agreed to the marriage at all. There was not exactly anything in it for her, except for the novel, and she was doubtful her father meant it.

But she had to uphold her family traditions, and make Minho happy. Apart from that, she, for some reason, didn’t want Jinki to get hurt in any way. She wanted to be there to protect him. To make sure he didn’t do anything stupid…

She wasnt’ sure why. She just felt it.

Minhee slowly shook her head.

“I told you. He’s nice,” she said, recounting her first meeting with him. “We’re gonna be cool with each other,” she said, smiling. “It’s not like I have anyne to go to if I don’t marry him.”

“Whatever,” her brother said, pulling up into their driveway.

“Do you want me to pick him up,  and drive you guys around, or something?” he asked, before going to his bedroom.

“Nope. He said he’ll come by himslef and take me,” she replied, dazed, before  flopping onto her bed.

Minho shook his head, confusedly. What was with all this change? He was happy they were warming up to each other. It was bound to happen.

Now all that was left was for him to a get a grirlfriend.

Minho nodded to himself, igniting the fire in him.

Across from him, Minhee’s heart was racing.

She was going to prove that she could be Jinki’s wife. She was going to show that it was alright for them to get married.

Minhee slept a few hours later, with a smile on her face. She had been restless, thinking over and over again about Jinki in the hospital, before she finally found some sleep.

Little did she know, that back in the ward, Jinki experienced the same thing.

They couldn’t wait.


If you ever want to learn to procrastinate at the wrong times, learn from me.

I don’t know what is wrong but I suddenly felt the urge to write this. I’m probably going to be away from the story for the following weeks, so you won’t be having the date for some time (sorry), but I have the biggest load of work to do sitting behind me. When I have work, I update. When I don’t hve work, I don’t update.

Until next time!

Also, i haven’t edited anything, so here’s a Jinki for all the mistakes:



Aigoo, I had so many people looking over to see what I was writing while doing this! Sorry for it being late!!

“Annyeong Haseyo, Jinki-ssi,” Minhee said, after greeting his parents.

For a few moments, both of them stared blankly into each other’s eyes, until his parents nudged him.

“Ne, annyeong haseyo, “Jinki said.

He felt like he was going through puberty all over again. Not only did his voice awkwardly go to a higher pitch, but Minhee was much more beautiful in reality that in his dreams; he felt like a pimple-ridden, sweat covered teenager standing next to her. He could never match her appearance.

Minhee’s family was welcomed and made to sit. After hours of talking, Jinki got permission to talk with Minhee in private.

When Jinki asked for a one-on-one, Minhee could not help but blush. Uncontrollably.

As he led her to his room, she couldn’t but notice his perfect physique and facial features.

His face was strategically built: his eyes were shining at all times (just how she liked them), his cheeks were full, but didn’t puff out (just how she liked them), his nose was a perfect, soft, triangle, making his side profile amazing (just how she liked it), and his lips were of the right size and shade of pink. She would never match his appearance.

And when he smiled, asking her to sit down, her stomach churned. He was so cute.

“Uh, so, do you like me?” he asked, looking down.

Mentally, he slapped himself a few times. How can you just ask that, dude? Play it cool, he thought to himself.

To Jinki’s surprise, Minhee slowly nodded. He was unable to control his smile.

“But, do you really want to get married?” he blurted. Jinki was in a mess. He wasn’t able to create small chat, but he knew getting to the point would be unimpressive, he could not control the pitch of his voice, and his smile was totally out of the context.

Minhee went cold. Does he not like me then?, she thought?

She looked at him, as if to ask if he was serious. She could see that he wasn’t playing. So she replied, “Look. I don’t want to get married. Or, I didn’t. But my family is everything. I have to oblige to whatever they say. Moreover, I’m not in a relationship with anyone. So I don’t mind marrying you, or anyone else.”

And right when she finished, they heard Jinki’s mom calling for them from downstairs.

“Minhee, your parents are leaving! Or do you want five more minutes?” she shouted, leaving both Jinki and Minhee in embarrassment; his mom sounded like they were on a play date or something.

“A-Anieyo, we’re coming!” the both shouted back, and ran down the stairs.

Once they reached the hall, Jinki’s mom outstretched her hand to Minhee and smiled warmly.

“I hope you’re happy, Minhee. We’ll treat you well.”


“Yah, you’re still going on the date?”

Jinki’s mom looked at him styling his hair in the mirror, with utmost distaste.

After Jinki came to know that he was to get married to Minhee, he bombarded his mom with a slew of pleas, all while whining like a toddler.

“Eomma, I don’t want to do it,” he said, hoisting himself onto the kitchen counter as his mom cooked dinner.

“Jinki,” she said, dropping her work and turning around. “If you want to, go and find a date or something. See if you like her. If you don’t, then you will marry Minhee.”

“Jinjja? You’re really allowing me to do that?” he asked, jumping up, getting ready to call his friend, Jonghyun.

“Yes. But it has to be tomorrow. You can’t go after; you can’t go before.”

“Eo, ne, ne. Kamsahabnida!” he exclaimed, before running off to his room to call Jonghyun.

“Yah, bbo-bbo!” she shouted after him, to which Jinki made a gruesome kissing noise.

On the phone, Jonghyun disgustedly asked, ” What was that sound?”

“Nothing, nothing. OK, Jongyeon, I have something important for you to do,” he said, eager to get to the point.

“Why should I help you? You’re always calling me Jongyeon. And you never accept the dates I set up for you,” he said, lazily.

“That’s exactly what I need. Set me up for a date.” he replied excitedly.

“Really? For when?,” he asked, happily.

“For tomorrow evening. She has to look good, OK?”

“Col! I already have this girl; I’ll talk to her and set you two up. Yah, I’m so happy you’ve found you’re mind!” Jonghyun replied.

“Yah, Jongyeonah. One more favour. Call me hyung,” Jinki added, bouncing onto his bed.

“Then stop calling me Jongyeon.”



“We’re still on the deal, right?” he replied. “Only if I don’t like her can you make me marry Minhee.”

Jinki picked up his wallet and emptied out all the money. He then stuffed them into his pocket and threw the wallet onto his desk.

“I don’t know. Have a good time,” she said, following him to the front door.

“Bye!” he said before she closed the door, flashing his wealthy smile.

He walked through the streets, filled with slush from the snow that hundreds of dates walked on, as he made his way to the restaurant.

“Lee Song Byul,” he mumbled, before he consulted the receptionist.

He sat down after being shown to the table Jonghyun reserved them, and once again mumbled his date’s name.

“Lee Song Byul.”

“Oh, you’re Lee Jinki?” asked a fairly husky voice next to him.

He looked up to see a fairly tall, curvaceous woman, looking down at him, smirking.

“Ah, yes. You’re Lee Song Byul?” he replied, standing up.

She pushed him back down and sauntered over to her chair before answering, “You can call me whatever you want.”

“M- Mwoh?”

“I said, you can call me whatever you want,” she repeated, slowly, adding in a wink.

Jinki looked away. Is this how all dates are? he thought.

“Um, ne. Do you want to order anything?” he asked, motioning for the waiter.

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Ne,” he said again, and looked to the waiter. “I -gwon pizza?”

The waiter noted it down and walked off, leaving Jinki in an awkward situation with his date. He could feel her staring at him the whole time, throughout which they didn’t talk. He just kept staring at the floor. Yah, Jongyeon. Gu imma! What kind of date did you set me up for?

Suddenly he felt a large hand settle over his shoulder. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Song Byul’s.

He looked up to see a burly man, looking blankly at him. Or he thought so, until the man punched him.

“Yah, who are you?” he exclaimed, catching the rest of the restaurant’s attention.

“Who are you? And what are you doing with her?” the man replied, lifting him with the front of his shirt.

He pushed Jinki outside, constantly hitting him.

He could faintly hear song Byul’s fake shouts, telling her current boyfriend to stop hitting Jinki. She was two timing the man, who he came to know as Hyuk Jin through her shouts.

He pulled Jinki into a dingy alleyway, where he attacked him even more.

Jinki could feel his breathing becoming crooked. He stopped trying to defend himself; he couldn’t even tell him to go away.

Jinki never realised when the other two left, leaving him in critical condition in the middle of the night.

He dozed, because that was the only thing his body could do.


Minhee’s head kept replaying Jinki’s words.

“Do you really want to get married?”

Each time she thought of it, he stomach rolled over.

“Did you like him?” she heard her parents ask, as they settled into the sofa near her.

She saw her brother look down at her as well, waiting for an answer.

“I hate it,” whispered, standing up. The novel wasn’t on her mind.

“Mwoh?” her family replied, standing as well.

“I hate it, OK? He doesn’t like me. It’s not going to work out!”

“No matter what, you have to follow family tradition. All of our family members have done this! Why do you find it so hard to oblige? And why didn’t you tell us this before, when we informed you of it?”

“OK, firstly, even if I did tell you, you would have forced me into getting married anyways.”

“Then why bother to object now?”

Minhee found that point logical. She knew she had no way out. Why was she protesting? She even told Jinki that she had to follow the tradition. Indifferently, she went on with her defiance.

“Secondly, you said that every member does this. Then why doesn’t oppa? Isn’t he family as well?”

“Its because I’m adopted, Choi Minhee! No, I’m not part of the family. But you are, so stop making a fuss now and sit down! What did I teach you? You have to respect our family. They gave me so much. As my dongsaeng, I expect you to give it back along with me!”

Minhee was taken aback. She comprehended nothing after, “It’s because I’m adopted.”

Shading her face from her family’s view, she violently opened the front door and ran. She didn’t know where she was going to go to; she just ran.

After a few minutes, with her tears dried up and her mind calmed down, she encountered a dark alleyway.

Curious, she walked inside to find a crippled body.

She anxiously ran towards the person.

“I’ve seen you,” she mumbled, turning the person’s head.

Triangular nose…

“Lee Jinki!” she exclaimed, her heart stopping.

His breathing was severely irregular. His body was covered in bruises.

She had to help him fast.

Aigoo!! I wrote this even when I had so much homework to do! You better like it! (jk :P) ~<3