Some people are simply made of luck.  For some, it’s almost a talent. For others… they’re born with it and then there are some who only gets lucky once in a lifetime.

But is it really luck?

The sun was high in the sky drowning in clouds; it was a very good weather for a very good day. Cars passed here and there, down town a smiling girl standing in a corner waiting for her mom, another little girl smiled up at the people passing by and receive smiles back. A high schooler helped an Ahjumma cross the road. A gentleman let a pregnant woman take his seat in the train, another opens a door for the ladies, a smiling couple walking downtown while holding hands.

 It was a perfect day.

As every citizen of South Korea wakes up to dress up, eat their breakfast and out on their way to school or work starting their day, there are some that have different plans.

   In one of the most luxurious hotels in South Korea, where friendly porters helped newly arrived guests out of the service limo and into the hotel where the lobby of its very glamorous glitzy chandeliers and polished marble floors, towards the elevator, down to the end hall where a suite located on the 27th floor with amazing views over the Seoul Skyline and busy streets below…

Once the elegant huge double doors were pushed open; it reveals an absolutely gorgeous room with high ceilings and gorgeous decor. It was absolute luxury. Bed and linens were heavenly comfortable and the amenities in the room were great. 

Just before the terrace was the comfortable and huge bed, crumpled linens around and in what seemingly pile of crumpled sheet and comforter and soft pillows lays a-

“Oh God…”

Sandara Park had a blast.

For sure, because she was groaning so loudly the moment she woke up, her head hurt like a sonuva and she has no one to blame but herself. Of course. She was such an idiot and because she’s an idiot and certified lazy, she didn’t open her eyes yet and decided what’s better to do; wallow herself in the deep deep deep annoying  pain of hangover.

She let out a whiny noise and peeks through her lashes, she was welcomed by the luxurious ceiling, she pouted and closed her eyes again with a moan. She couldn’t even move a limb because every part of her, every single cell in her tiny, tiny body was cursing her like a sailor.

 She wanted to vomit but not yet.

“Ewww…” She whimpered to herself and pulled the covers up to cover her body. She nuzzled the sweet smelling pillow and smiled to herself when she noticed the glamorous ring on her finger, she sighed, ignoring her throbbing head.

 “Hmm…” She mused closing her eyes once again, “Yes… this is life, lying in a soft comfy bed in your very own hotel suite, with only a 32 karat diamond ring on your finger…”

She snapped her eyes open then bolted up, eyes so wide as they zeroed to heavy and pure solid- precious 32 Karat Diamond ring on her ring finger.

“Oh …”

Hangover long forgotten she looked around frantically, her face getting paler and paler by the minute seeing every fancy thing her eyes come across with.  “Holy Mother of God…” She swallowed hard, just what did she do last night?!

She peeked around and realized she was alone, but she felt and she is and alone in a fancy hotel room with a 32 Karat ring on her finger.

Sandara Park is a proven crossover of an idiot and careless.  

Everybody said so.

 She moved and gasped when she came face to face with a wall size vanity mirror, her eyes widening as her hand came to reach for her now glowing cheeks and dilated eyes. She reached for the sheet and wrapped it around herself tightly; she slowly stood up and walked towards the mirror while wincing for the pain in her head.

 “Oh my God…”

Just what did she do and she ended up in a place like this?! Sandara mentally sent a million prayers to God that she didn’t go stupid 2.0 and decided to empty her bank account and sell her 4x4 room for rent home. Oh God. What is she going to do if she did just that?! Because it honestly looked like it!

32 Karat Diamond ring and in a fancy hotel?!

Christ. She knew why her friends didn’t like letting her drink alone for obvious reasons and she should have listened to them! She should have!

Did she sleep with someone? Did she finally lose it?!! Is she not VirginDara of Busan anymore?! Is she dethroned of that title now?!! Did she go all out crazy to be able to sleep with some stranger? Because if she did, maaan how unmemorable. For a first timer you really can’t blame her if she’s feeling a little disappointed if it’s really the case, she can’t feel anything between her legs! Isn’t it supposed to sore or something like blood all over, everywhere?!

“Damn hangover.” She muttered to herself.

 There was a pile of white linens lying on the carpeted floor in front of the mirror. Sandara swallowed hard, still wondering what kind of craziness she did just last night after celebrating her evil-almost boyfriend-ity popper potential future Ex. Mrs. Sandara Park snatcher- of a bestfriend? But Sandara felt like blood was out of her as her fingertips touched the white, soft linen.

“Oh no…”

She's closed into tears when she got a good look of the white linen, “Oh no…”

 She felt her eyes water as she slowly held it up, “No…No no no no…”

She felt cold and numb as she held it up completely, revealing a simple white wedding gown. “Oh no just what did I get myself into?” she stared into the huge vanity with hands shaking as it held the wedding gown.

“Please tell me this is just a dream…”

 As if to spite her the double doors opened and the dream walked in.

 A glowing entity of some sort-no, a handsome man with raven hair that fringes falls over his beautiful dark eyes,  straight nose, strong jaw and he has that commanding aura with an air of quiet seriousness. He wore a black leather jacket and Sandara Park has to grip the gown tight because, man, he was handsome.  He held a tray which seems to be her breakfast and he hasn’t spotted her yet.

Sandara wondered if she didn’t look human enough to be noticed or it must be the room that is as huge as the airport.

He headed into one of the coffee tables and put the tray then he took off his jacket and oh my…

Oh my…

White V-neck shirt, a peek of his tattoos on each arms, faded jeans with holes on it that matched with those expensive than God sneakers.

 Sandara Park born in Busan South Korea, 30 years old, high school teacher and single with no ex-boyfriends on her records gaped at him. That’s when he looked up, meeting her eyes and he paused and stared at her intently. A long silence filled the room that made Sandara gulp. Loudly.

He grinned then, full blast pretty boy game on full mode. “Good morning Baby Girl!”

Her eyes widened.

She didn’t even dare blink and she certainly didn’t breathe as he strode towards her- all cool and swagger- until he reached her. “You look more breath taking in the morning.” He said making her already huge eyes bug out some more.

She stiffened when he cupped her face with both hands and she whimpered, falling into his spell when he leaned down only to give the tip of her nose a peck, then her forehead then she closed her eyes when she thought he was going to kiss her lips.

 But he pulled away and smiled down at her making her inwardly kick herself for being stupid. She is not supposed to fantasize at times like this. This man could be a murderer for all she knows!

What the hell happened to pride? Dignity? Principle? Where are they when she needed them the most?

 He was still cupping her face when he frowned, “Baby…”

He calls me Baby!

“I’m sorry I wasn’t around when you woke up, I wanted to get you breakfast and you were sleeping so peacefully so I thought it’ll be fine and I was quick but then…” he sighed guiltily and leaned to peck on her lips that had her flying to cloud 9.

He sighed and nuzzled her cheeks lovingly, “I’m sorry baby.”

Screw the confusion, Sandara decided.  She’s probably just dreaming anyway and this is by far the most awesome, most realistic and coolest dream she ever had so might as well relish into it. Like a boss.

Sandara swallowed. He smelled sooo good! And his eyes are deep shade of brown! And he is too handsome up close and his lips felt heaven and-

“Who are you?”

He blinked down at her and then he chuckled and he embraced her so tightly and warmly that Sandara Park from Busan felt heaven and this man is heavenly, “My baby is so cute!”  He laughed as if everything was perfect but Sandara Park is confused as hell. Even if this is a dream she sure must know who this Piece of heaven is.

 Confused or not it didn’t stop her from feeling heavenly in his embrace and she almost whimpered when this handsome stranger pulled away, only to held her hand and laced their fingers together, he winked down at her “I’m your husband baby.”

She gaped, then she blinked, “I’m sorry…what?”

He chuckled handsomely again, wow; when he smiles the dominating air around him didn’t lessen but his smile lightens up not only his face but the luxurious room and his smile also lighten up her whole damn day.

He took her hand where the 32 Karat ring was, “Did you think you’re dreaming baby?” he shook his head with a grin, “Last night… we got married.”

“What?”

He chuckled and pulled her again into a hug as if he couldn’t get enough of her, “Come on, baby, I got breakfast for you… we have a plane to catch, remember honeymoon in Paris, Hawaii and Italy? Maybe you’ll like Greece too but you said if I want to take us there I have to convince you first, don’t worry…” He smiled teasingly, “I’ll convince you alright.”

He then dragged her into the dining where there are papers and laptop all over but the handsome stranger didn’t mind. “I was looking for houses, you know where we will live and start our family… I was thinking a mansion but you didn’t like Victorian style… you just want a house with a lot of rooms.” He said animatingly as he pulled a chair for her and let her seat, then he stood behind her with his warm hands plastered on her shoulders.

“I said that?” she choked, still in daze because seriously how can one let these things sink into their thick skulls?  Most importantly how can she sink it into her very own titanium skull?

Everything is so confusing and Sandara is so lost.

“Yep, don’t worry baby I got everything under control, it will take time, I’m sorry about that. I also promised you we will have a swimming pool somewhere but you wanted a skating rink instead.”

He leaned down to kiss the top of her head then he pulled the laptop closer and a gallery of mansion pictures appeared. Sandara swallowed, “I’m… really married to you?” She croaked while staring wide eyed into the screen of the laptop, the diamond ring glinted at her as if winking.

There was a sigh and she suddenly felt empty when he pulled away but he sat down beside her, “Yes Dara…” he smiled handsomely, “We got married last night baby, did you forget about it?” he stared at her, “You’re Mrs. Kwon Jiyong now.”

“Kwon Jiyong?”

Kwon?

Jiyong?

“KWON JIYONG?!” She shrieked.