Annyeonghaseyo~ the second chappie is out guys! I only needed two days to make this chapter because I wanted to redeem myself since I had not updated this story for months ;; I am so sorry. Thank you for being patient with me and for those who subscribe, I do not know how to thank you. I will just give you lots of love <345

 

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  Tiffany's POV       "You're living in an apartment now? How come you not telling me?" those two questions were first things I said as soon as I arrived in front of his door. Pad number 312 on third floor seems like his place to spend the nights now, since he works like a maniac from morning until late at night. I always thought he lived with his parents up until now, so I came to his family house earlier and got nothing but shame. Thankfully, aunt Vera is such a kind-hearted woman so she gave me his new address which apparently not really 'new'. She told me he has been living here since four months ago which I thought pretty ridiculous. Why? Because he didn't tell me, and he said I am his bestest friend on earth. Haha, so funny.   Since he is taking a very long time to answer such simple questions, I walk inside his pad without his permission first. He is still stunned while holding the door knob while I, on the other hand, have already leaned my back on his comfy sofa. Aah~ such a tiring day. "Why are you still standing there?"    Sighing, Nichkhun slowly approaches me and sits right next to me. "Goodness.." he mumbles as he runs his fingers through his hair. It has always been his habit whenever he feels uneasy or panicked, it depends on the situation and the problem he's facing. But right now, he doesn't have to explain it since it's my problem as well. "Have you heard?" he asks after three minutes of silence. This is weird, silence never covered the atmosphere whenever I talked to him because we always had stories to share, even if it was just an unimportant pep-talk. We always had something to be told, but now? Three minutes of silence is not good, it is a bad sign for our upcoming awkward moments.   Nodding, I start fidgeting my fingers. "It sounds wrong, you know? It feels like I'm marrying my own big brother... I feel like we're committing " yeah, thanks a lot mommy- and auntie- and daddy plus uncle plus my siblings plus his siblings. You guys just ruined such a beautiful friendship that had been lasted for more than twenty years. What an amazing job! I cried like a psychopath in my room last night, right after I heard this outrageous news from my mom and right after I tried to fight for my rights even though I failed in the end because mom's words are absolute. So today, to vent my frustration, I used my father's credit card to do some shopping and when I say shopping, it means branded stuffs. *inserts evil laugh here* I bought Gucci sunglasses, two short dresses of Macy's, Jimmy Choo's heels, the latest Prada handbag and one diamond necklace from Tiffany & Co. I am sorry, daddy. But, it's your own fault for making me frustrated and pissed off like this. Where did I get his credit card? Nuh uh, not gonna answer that question.   "I know" he says, heaving a huge sigh. I am sure he has been sighing countless of times today, even perhaps from yesterday. "I tried to refuse but even Cherleen supported mom and dad's decision. You know when my youngest sister agree to something I disagree, it's the end of discussion right? I can never win against her because somehow she has always had good things to support her ideas, so at the end of the day I will always be the one losing. It's no use" what a sad life he got there. But, I personally think that he spoils his youngest sister too much. He has no power against her. Not that I hate Cherleen, don't get me wrong, I really love her and I do care for her. But, it's just that- sometimes saying 'no' is not a bad thing, you know? "What should we do, Tiffany?" he stares at me with those deep eyes of him. "Should we.. Get married?" he lowers down his voice as he asks.    Ugh, what's the point by asking me that question? I don't even know how to talk to my parents about this matter, so why is he asking me? Should we get married? I am twenty five years old already, it's actually an average age of someone to be married to someone. I would probably do as they say, if only my partner was not Nichkhun.. I will never be able to do this, this is so wrong on so many levels and I can't picture myself cleaning our house while he busies himself playing with our children. It really does feel like I'm marrying my blood-related big brother and this kind of feeling is not a good feeling. I don't want to do this and I know he hates this idea as well. We need to find a way to escape from this trouble, no matter what. Even if it means we have to betray our parents' trust. "I don't know.." since I have no idea at this point, that's all I could say. I lean my body forward and glance at his handsome face. You really are a good looking man, aren't you Khunnie? I am too mesmerized by his long eyelashes until a question pops in my head. "Do you think we should? I don't mind being Mrs. Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul" just like that, I cuss in my heart. Stupid! Moron! Stephanie Hwang, you're an idiot! AAAH what should I do now? Say something, Tiffany. Say something, you baka! "I just-"   "Please don't say something like that" there, he shows me that kind of face again. Nichkhun has a lot of expressions but I don't like this one, his face becomes so stiff, his eyebrows irk and his stare is just so cold, so heartless. Whenever he shows me this face of him, it means nothing but his deep frustration or devastation. I hate it, especially when I know it's me that cause this.    I force a bitter laugh while scratching the back of my head. "Ahaha I'm so sorry, I was just joking around" was it a joke, though? Why am I not too sure? Was I really joking? "There's no way we could get married, right?" again, I laugh. I have no idea why I am laughing yet I don't want to see that cold stare of him anymore so I fake a laugh. Hopefully, it doesn't sound odd.    A slight smile creeps on his lips as he starts patting my head. "It's definitely true" he begins to ruffle my hair, his favorite thing to do. I have to brush my hair again after this, I suppose. "You're my princess and I am your knight. Therefore, we can't get married. The knight needs to help the princess find her prince charming" a wide grin appears on his face as his eyes twinkle in excitement. Why is he so excited about this? Can't a princess marry her knight instead of the prince? I haven't heard of any story that had an ending like that but if it existed... Could the same ending happen to me? Prince charming is quite boring, don't you think? Nichkhun slowly takes my hand and intertwines my fingers with his. "One day, I'll let go off this hand and hand it to a man who deserves it"   "It's my father's job, not yours, idiot" I sarcastically respond while looking away, using my other hand to support my chin. I cannot look at him right now because my face is all red, he will laugh at me if he finds out so I better hide it. "Don't worry Khun, I'll find that prince charming soon so I won't bother you no more" heck, it's even much hurtful to say that than I thought it would. Honestly, I don't need a prince charming. I don't need a beautiful ending like a kiss from a prince and a happily ever after. A knight in shining armor is more than enough for a dreamer like me, but plot twist! The knight doesn't want the princess, he secretly thinks the princess is such an annoying brat and she is such a burden for him.    Even so... The princess is still wishing upon a shooting star every night she sees it, hoping that one day the knight would realize how much he means to her and how much she longs for him.    Praying that someday...    He would understand the fact that she continues falling for him even deeper as days pass by...               Author's POV       When it comes to a wedding ceremony, it is not the bride or the groom who panics and scrambles, even the bride is dressed up and put make-up on by her bridesmaids and stylists. She is waiting with full of anxiety and enthusiasm for the 'I do' moment that will only happen for once in a lifetime. For Tiffany, however, it is a whole different story- or should I say... Scenario? Tiffany had been enjoying her perfect life to the fullest. Whatever she longed, she got. Whenever she wanted, wherever she wished, even whoever she desired, her parents ( especially her dad ) gave everything to her, treating her like his one and only princess. Sadly, now she is thinking that perhaps those beautiful enjoyable days are over.   Right at this exact moment, Jessica aka her best friend aka her maid of honor is currently brushing the bride's hair while humming softly. If Tiffany is having a bad mood, she is the opposite. Jessica is having such a good time, knowing that her best friend will be someone's wife in less than three hours- or even less. "I only have to curl your hair a little bit and voila! We're done. Oh wait a sec- I still need to put this beautiful veil on top of your head. My goodness, I am soo excited!" she exclaims while holding the white veil covered with white roses on the top of it. "I was surprised when auntie told me you're getting married with Nichkhun. I always thought you guys had something something going on but I never expected that day would be today. Congratulations baby" she smiles happily and kisses Tiffany softly on her cheek. Crap! Tiffany has not told her yet about this arranged marriage that got both Nichkhun and her stressed out.   As Jessica puts some hair rollers on the other's long hair, Tiffany starts telling her everything from the very beginning. How this bizarre idea went one sided, how disappointed Nichkhun was, how persistent their family were, basically every single thing that made them have to be dressed up formally today. "You should see his face, Sica. To add it all up, he kept heaving a huge sigh every minute. I could see his frustration, I just felt like hugging him but doing that would make everything much worse and even more complicated. And we got three minutes of silence! Three.freaking.minutes.of.silence. Do you believe that? We became so gawky towards each other and goodness gracious, in the name of Jesus Christ, it felt horrible! Nichkhun plus me plus silence equ