"Appa, please!"

"No, Jihyo. I'm not letting you marry that man. Kim Jong Kook? Pfft. There are so many others out there. Choose someone else, anyone but him."

Jihyo looked up to the sound of footsteps approaching. She was sitting on a park bench morosely, thinking about how she would never be with him.

But when she looked up, the misery vanished.

"Oppa!"

"Jihyo. Jihyo, go pick out a white dress now. We're getting married."

She was dumbstruck.

"Wait... oppa... what?"

"I talked to your dad, jagiya."

Jongkook got down on one knee and pulled out a small blue box.