“oppa, you owe me an explanation. What’s the relation between you and Chanyeol seonsang-nim?”

“gezzz. I’ve told you. He’s my friend when we lived in US. He said he wanted to go back to Korea. His parents are the owner of your school. They said they wanted Chanyeol to go back to Korea. To be the teacher exactly. I begged him since I knew he would be your teacher”

“what for?”

“to become closer to you. To protect you. Since I knew you were bullied at your school”

“Sulli-yaaaa!! Let’s wake up!!”

“eomma, let me sleep for 5 minutes again, okay?”

“no no no. You’ll be late. You haven’t done your make up, and we’ll be late for coming to church.”

“eomma, should I marry him?” I pouted my lips

“Sulli-ya, this is our promises. For our business, and for their business too”

“but eomma..”

“psssst don’t try to deny it. Let’s wake up. the makeup man will make you looks so beautiful”

“Jongin-ah, are you ready?”

“eomma…”

“I knew this is too hard for you, Jongin-ah. but we have no choice. Only their company which wants to be our partner”

“eomma, but I don’t love her”

“I know it right, Jongin-ah. but this is for our sake”

“Sir, please make my daughter looks beautiful okay?” my mom ordered to the makeup man

“aigoo, ma’am don’t be worried. I’ll make her looks so beautiful today. Like a princess from fairytale.kekekeke” he laughed shyly.

“keke nee, I trust you” my mom left the room

“aigoo, don’t be nervous okay? Don’t be worried.I will make your looks so beautiful. Don’t be nervous okay?”

“ah? nee”

“Sulli-ya. Let’s go. Omo?! Sir, what have you done to my daughter?” my mom asked the makeup man. Omo, I worried

“why ma’am? Did I wrong?” he asked

“no no no. you did a great job! Sulli-ya, you’re so beautiful. Kajja”

I entered the church on the arm of my father. The wedding song was played entire the church. I walked towards the aisle. Nervous? Maybe. Don’t want this moment? Maybe. But.. why his looks is difference today? Uglier? No. okay, walk properly Sulli-ya. You’ll fall down if you aren’t concentrate.

“Choi Seol Ri, would you accept Kim Jongin as your husband? In happiness or sadness? Whether sick or health? Until death desperate two of you?”

“Ne I would” I answered

The Pasteur asked him the question too. He answered the question from Pasteur calmly. His parents and my parents held a party for our wedding. I don’t like it. I don’t like a party. Although people may love the party but I don’t. I don’t like the situation. The situation of party is chaos. Too chaos. Noisy. Lot of liquor. Although I don’t like it. I should attend to this party. Not for a long time I suggest my mind

“Sulli-ya?”

“oh? Seonsang-nim?” it’s Chanyeol Seonsang-nim

“congratulations for your wedding.” He clasped my hand

“kamsahamnida seonsang-nim” I answered

“aigoo, don’t be that formal. Just call me oppa, like what you do to Minho hyung” he smiled. He showed me his dimples

“ah ne. seonsang-nim. Eh. I’m sorry. I meant oppa, you have a dimples?”

“haha ne. what’s the matter?”

“aniyo. That’s good”

“you like my dimples?” he asked

“ah ne. I thought people who have a dimples looks a bit different”

“really? Geurae, if you like it. It means you’ll like me sooner” he chuckled

“mwo?”