"Hyerim won't answer my calls. I'm worried about her I thought she might answer your call Jin Hyung." Taehyung was 
anxiously walking back and front biting his lower lips and massaging his temples. "Ok ok I will. Stop walking back and front 
V. It makes me dizzy." 

Dialing speed dial, Jin placed his phone near his ears. Listening to the endless ringback tone of her phone and patiently 
waiting for an answer. "The number you have dialed is not yet in service. Please try again later." 

He sighed and brought his phone down his lap. "She's not even answering my calls too." 

The dense air gets deeper. Everyone's anxious enough to lose their selves right now. "I'll try to call mom." Jin thought 
and he actually did. After a few beeps, the other line answered. "Yes Jin?" 

"Is everything all right in States mom? Hyerim hasn't been answering our calls." 

"R...Really? Sh...She's asleep right now. Better call later Jin. I've got some business to do to. Bye and congratulations 
on your wedding." 

Jin agreed and thanked his mom but at the same time a feeling entered him. A weird feeling. 

"What did she said?" 

"Something is off guard. And I've got this weird feeling that Hyerim ... is ... " 

"Is she not doing well? Should we make our way to America?" 

"N..No. Mom said everything is fine. She's having a rest that's probably why she haven't answer her phone." Pulling off 
a fainted smile to assure Taehyung everything is fine was all Jin could do. Yet, deep inside of him is a bad feeling about her little 
sister in America and a sudden meeting asked by their parents. 

"No that can't be. I'm sure Hyerim's in a good situation right now. " Shrugging off his thought without 
any idea what his sister current situation is. 

-

"You're just right in time. " Stepping in the venue of the gown fitting gave Hyerim a difficulty in breathing. Hating everything about 
a thing but can't do anything to avoid it was Hyerim's weakness which makes her depressed and annoyed. 

Heavily sighing, she followed Jungkook into a room filled with a luxurious designs of wedding dress. 

Silently choosing seven random dresses, held by the worker. Jeon Jungkook sat on the couch facing the curtain and 
waited for Hyerim to get the first dress on. 

"Too revealing." He commented. 

"Too old fashion." He commented for the second dress. 

Dressing took an hour and still is going on. 

"Too short." 

"Doesn't fit you at all." 

"Not good for your height." 

"Too bright." 

"Too tight." 

"Doesn't show the curves of your body." 

"It's too--" 

"Shut up! I'm so tired Jeon Jungkook I've tried a thousand of dress! But all you did was sit there, judge me and 
Leave negative comments. If you want this arranged marriage to push through then ing marry yourself!" Bursting out 
everything inside of her was quite helpful releaving the stress she's taking the past days. 

The worker stared at her questionaly since she can't understand their language. 

She was about to leave, with the dress on. Until Jungkook caught her wrist and gripped on it. "Try the last dress on." His 
words were delivered expressionaless but something about it caught Hyerim's attention and mentally slapped herself as she went 
back to the curtain and tried the last