A/N: the Italics is speech, spoken in English. If it's not in italics = it's in Korean 8)

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SiWon POV

-          Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll be there in an hour. OK, got it.

Phew, at least now I can have some rest. Where IS this girl?? Most passengers have already gotten off the plane. I get one day with no training and on the exact same day I have to meet my “fiancée”. I don’t even know her! How will I recognize her? I hoped that she would be the only Korean to get off the plane so that it would be easier. Alas, she wasn’t and I had to make a fool of myself a few times asking the women getting off if they were BaekHee… And if this wasn’t enough, I had to be careful with the paparazzi – these pests were everywhere! I could barely take a breath. It’s more than 15 years that I’m living in New York without my family. I’m doing everything coach tells me to and I’m trying to raise my position in the team. Well at least now it’s not like it was before – I got over the racism, a few traumas and now I feel like a part of the team. But of course this dream of mine – to become a footballer – has its disadvantages – I have to do what my parents want me to, and they want me to marry a Korean girl, not an American one. Well I was young back then and I would agree to anything if only they would let me follow my dream. And now… now I wish I could take decisions about my life on my own. And while I was lost in my thoughts, the doors closed. I guess all passengers were off and I had lost “my wife”. I got angry and started looking for her. The airport was crowded – there were tons of people. I was searching, but didn’t know what I was searching for. I didn’t know how she was dressed or how she looked like. Well I supposed that my parents wouldn’t choose a fat and ugly woman for me (after all, they are the honored Choi family). I imagined her to be tall, thin, with long hair, about 24 years old. Surely she was smart (maybe a lawyer, or maybe she had her own business), I hoped she was the type of woman to handle things on her own, because I had no time for myself and neither for her. If all was going well, I would marry her and maybe even love her as time passes by. I’ve never been into love, that’s why maybe it’s better that my parents arranged it, if it came to me I don’t think I would have found any time for getting married. And so let’s go back to our main problem. I can’t find her. What if she’s lost or didn’t come at all… not that it mattered so much, but I was late for my appointment with the coach and it wasn’t good at all.

-          Mom, he’s not here. – I heard Korean from somewhere and started looking around – what should I do now… what if he didn’t come at all. – The voice sounded more and more worried. – Yes, all right, I’ll write his name on a piece of paper. Choi SiWon, right? – Bingo, that was obviously her.

Then I saw a small girl in front of me, she was feeble and somewhat miniature compared to the enormous airport. It surprised me – actually confused me. This couldn’t have been my fiancée… but she’s still a child… or at least looks like one. I still saw only her back… she had short brown hair…

-          Excuse me… eeerm, are you looking for Choi SiWon?– I asked in a hurry.

She turned around startled and I definitely was even more shocked than her. She was a CHILD! Maybe about 18 if she was even that old. Her face was frowning and kinda scared. I had the feeling that steam was coming out of my ears! Were my parents kidding me?! Why, I am 25 and she… but she’s still a child! No, no, no, this isn’t happening. She was still looking at me, frightened, and she had raised her head a bit in order to look at me. Well, yes, she was so short next to me, that she had to raise her head if she wanted to look at me. When our eyes met, she quickly lowered her head and bowed.

-          Hello! I’m BaekHee, please take care of me!– She was speaking pure Korean!

Well, surely she knew English – my suggestions didn’t match the reality this far, but I hoped that she would at least know English! God, I had to speak to my parents!

We drove in an awkward silence. I got exactly 30 minutes left until my appointment with the coach and I hadn’t reached home to drop her off yet. This wasn’t good. Today was the meeting with our sponsors and I couldn’t afford to be late. I got an idea.

-          Are you very tired from the trip?

-          A little… - her voice was silent and gentle.

I think I liked it.

-          Will you mind if I go to a place first, and then we can go home, this meeting is really important and I have to attend?

-          As you wish.– She kept on talking to me formally, obviously she didn’t know that here in America the formality wasn’t obligatory.

Well I had no time to explain it right now so I just stepped on it. We got there 10 minutes before the beginning. I unbuckled my belt and got out of the car, but decided that I shouldn’t leave her without even saying a word.

-          I’ll be in the building over there, will be back in an hour at most. If you get hungry, there’s a snack-bar across the street, just buy something. Don’t go too far.– She bowed her head again.

What a strange girl. Why doesn’t she talk… oooh, I’m late.

-          Well, uhm, I’ll be going… - I got out of the car quickly and ran towards the team office.

BaekHee’s POV

I was alone in the car. SiWon was obviously a very busy man. Yes, he did leave me on the first convenient occasion, but at least he said it was important. I guess it really is important… or so I wished. He was very handsome; when I saw him at the airport I was totally speechless. His face had the perfect frame; his eyes were warm and friendly. But his body made the biggest impression to me. He was very tall; I could barely reach his chest. I felt like a child next to him (well, maybe I am still a child, you know :D). Mom said he was 25, and I was almost 18 (I was going to be 18 in a month). It really was quite a big difference, but the 25-year-old boys in Korea don’t look like that! And now here, next to him, I felt somewhat stupid and unworthy. And on top of all that my stomach started to “sing”. I was hungry as a hunter. But how was I supposed to buy food when I didn’t know English?!? Plus, I had only Korean money… I wonder if could buy something with them. In the end I decided to try. I got out of the car and set out to the snack-bar. I stopped at the door to catch my breath. I went inside slowly and hesitatingly. The salesgirl looked at me and smiled.  

-          Welcome, how can I help you? – Her voice was warm, but I couldn’t understand a thing.

She was looking at me straight in the eye and that embarrassed me so I lowered my head. This wasn’t a shop – it was some kind of lunch room. I sat at a table by the window. A girl with a short black skirt and white shirt with the shop’s logo came to me. I stared at her confused, and she was looking at me frowning.

-          So, what will you eat? – She sounded rude.

I curled up in the corner and she rolled her eyes. She called the girl that first met me. She came and smiled. Her long blond hair was tied up in a pony tail. She handed me the menu and waited patiently. But everything was in English and I had no idea what I was reading. In the end I only managed to say “Coffee” which sounds the same in both Korean and English. In a few minutes the girl brought me a cup of hot coffee. I drank it slowly. My stomach still wasn’t contented, but it had to satisfy with the coffee at least until SiWon came. The snack-bar started to fill up. I guess it was lunch time. More and more people were coming in, eating, laughing, and I was sitting in the corner with my cup of coffee. I didn’t know what to do, everything I heard around me I couldn’t understand. When the queue was no longer there I went up to the cash register to pay… or at least try to pay. The blonde girl wasn’t there. The rude one had taken her place. It embarrassed me even more. I handed the money I had and she stared at me surprised. I guess it was the first time she saw this kind of thing. I blushed

-          Are you kidding me, you have to pay with $!?! – She was talking to me again, but I still couldn’t understand her.

She was swinging the bank-note I gave to her and shouting.

-          Here, I’ll pay. – it was SiWon

He handed the bank-note to the girl and she pouted. I blushed even more. He pulled me out.

-          You don’t even know English?– He was irritated and angry.

I guess I had done something wrong

-          Excuse me– I bowed.

-          Get in the car.– He was obviously still angry.

I got in the car without making a sound. Father had always said not to argue with my husband and that he’s always right. He taught me to face the consequences when I do something wrong. They told me to be the perfect wife. Though I was just 18 I had to give up on everything to be SiWon’s wife. And I did, but I didn’t expect everything would be so different here…

SiWon’s POV

-          We’re h...– I turned around to face her, but she had fallen asleep in the car.

She had leaned against the window and wasn’t moving. She was breathing slowly and calmly. Her face had turned red and her hair was spiking in every direction. I took my coat off and tucked her in. Right now she looked like a little kid lost in the big New York and no wonder if she felt the same. I remembered her frightened look at the snack-bar… God, what have I gotten into? I got out of the car I went to open the door for her. I looked around for paparazzi – I couldn’t see any, but I had put my hat on, just in case. I opened the door. I put her hands around my shoulders and brought her into the house. She was so light… and now in my hands she was… something twitched in my stomach. She had curled up into me like I was her life-saving raft.