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"MARRY?" both of Yoora's eyes widens nearly popping out. She clears her throat and looks at her parents in disbelief. "Yes. You need to marry their son." her father explains calmly as he eyes her seriously. Yoora looks at her mother with her mouth hanging wide open. "You guys are joking." she giggles. "Right?" she looks at her father hoping that it's only a joke. "Honey, look, we really need you to get married to him." Yoora's mom looks at her daughter with pleading eyes. "Wow wow eomma appa, I just came back from Canada and I'm only 20. Now you guys are telling me to get married to a stranger?!" Yoora raises her voice. Her heart's racing and her mind is in chaos. "Are you guys serious?!" she looks at both of her parents. "Yoora-ah. Please. I'm begging you. Please help us." her mother says trying to be calm. "Whoa eomma.. stop. I'm not gonna marry anyone." Yoora says as she stands up and quickly walks upstairs to her room. Leaving both of her parents in the dining room. The woman sighs as she glances at her husband. "Honey I don't think-" "We have no choice. You need to make sure she's ready to meet him tomorrow." the old man says, cutting off the sentence. Yoora shuts the door and quickly throws her body on the bed. She closes both of her eyes and takes a deep breath. "What the hell just happened." she mumbles under her breath. After a few minutes, she sits up and walks to the bathroom to clean her self up. She twists the knob and let the warm water flows down her body. She needs to clear her mind after what her parents had told her. "Yoora honey!" suddenly a voice calls out from outside of the bathroom door. It's her mother. "Hold on eomma!" the girl replies as she quickly wraps her self in a towel and unlocks the bathroom door. "Yes?" she looks at her mother. "Honey, look. Your father has been really stressed out these days. The company is going bankrupt.. that's why we need you to marry him so that the Kim could help our company." the woman explains to her as she looks at Yoora. "Bankrupt?" she looks at her mother and bit her bottom lip. "But still it's not fair for me eomma. I'm only 20 and I want to pursue my career. I don't want to get married to a stranger. I don't love him. And I don't even know him! How could you expect me to marry him?" Yoora looks at her mother in disbelief. "Honey, I'm afraid you have no choice. Your father's inviting the Kims tomorrow.. and you need to meet their son." she explains. "W-what?" the girl widens her eyes. "Yoora-ah please make this as easy as possible okay? I'm sorry but you have to do it." the woman says as she holds her daughter's hand. "Eomma do you know how unfair this is for me?" she takes her from her mother's grip. Her eyes start to brim with tears. "I'm sorry Yoora-ah.." the woman says as she walks out of the room. ~~The next morningThe sun has risen and the clock shows that it's 8 in the morning. Yoora opens her eyes and rubs it as she sits up on her bed. She sighs as she gets out of the bed and walks towards her closet. She changes her pajamas with a black tee and shorts then brushes her long hair. A knock on the door makes Yoora walks towards it and twists open the knob. "Good morning Yoora-ssi. Your parents ask us to help you get ready for the guests." one of the maids says as she smiles slightly. They're holding a pastel blue knee length dress and a white heels for her to wear. "And here's your breakfast Yoora-ssi." one of them says smiling. "Gosh.." Yoora sighs deeply. She feels like running away but she knows she couldn't. Her father would be extemely mad at her and makes his goons chase after her. Yes. It's that bad of a situation. "Yeah.. alright. Thankyou." Yoora replies as she walks towards the bathroom to shower and get ready.20 minutes passes and now, Yoora's putting on her simple makeup. Basically she already has a flawless face and she only needs to enhance her features. Meanwhile the maid has done curling her hair into a modern wavy hairstyle. Her dress fits right on her curves and the white heels wrap up the whole look. She takes a bite on her breakfast and sits on the edge of the bed. "Yoora-ssi you can do this." one of the maids says while giving a warm smile. "Yeah thanks Ahjumma." she replies smiling back. They both walk out of her room and closes the door behind them. Yoora stands infront of the mirror as she looks at the reflection of herself.   "I don't want to do this.." she sighs.~Meanwhile in the Kim's house, a young men's putting on his shoes. He's wearing a grey tux and he has his hair brushed upwards. "Taehyung-ssi-" someone suddenly calls him. "I'll be downstairs in 2 minutes." he simply answers. "Alright." the maid replies and leaves. The boy fixes his bowtie while looking at his reflection infront of him in the mirror. He takes his perfume and sprays it a few times on his body. "Oh yeah." he smirks. Taehyung walks out of his room and immediately goes downstairs. His parents are already in the family room waiting for their son to come down. A bright smile appears on his father's face as he sees his son. "You're going to be great." he pats his shoulder. "Thanks abeoji." the young men smiles. "Alright let's go now." his mother speaks as she walks outside. They get into the white sedan that has been waiting for them from a while ago and quickly drives away. ~"Where's Yoora?" the old men glances at his wife. "She's upstairs. But I've asked the maids to help her get ready just now." she replies looking at him. "Alright." the men says as he keeps on reading the newspaper. A few minutes later, a white sedan stops infront of the entrance door. "Mr. Han, the guests are here." one of the maids approaches the old men. "Alright tell Yoora to get ready." he replies. The door opens and a middle aged men walks in with his wife following from behind. "Ah, Kim Taewoo." the old men stands up as he greets him. "Han Yonghwa." the guy says as he shakes his hand. "This is my wife and that's Taehyung. Our son." he smiles proudly as the young men in grey tux walks in. "Hello Taehyung-ah." Yonghwa smiles. "Hello Mr. Han." the boy bows slightly as he smiles. "Ah he's so well dressed." Yonghwa's wife smiles earning a chuckle from Taehyung's mom. "So where's Yoora?" Mr. Kim asks. "Oh she's upstairs." the old men replies as he eyes one of the maids, signaling her to get Yoora downstairs. The maid rushes and quickly asks her to go down. "Yoora-ssi, they want to see you." the maid says and she quickly opens the door. "They're here already? Ugh." Yoora sighs as she quickly walks out of her room. "Do I look good?" she asks the maid, earning a nod from her. "You look amazing Yoora-ssi." she smiles. "Thanks Ahjumma." Yoora smiles slightly. "Alright Yoora you can do this." she mumbles and clenches her fists as she starts to walk downstairs.The clicking sound of the heels makes them turn their heads toward the stairs. Yoora walks down the stairs calmly, forcing a smile on her face. Her heart's racing rapidly but she tries to control it by slightly clenching her fists. "Oh sweet lord." Taehyung's jaw slightly drops as he stares at the girl. She's pure perfection to him. Her porcelain skin, beautiful face, and that smile. Kills him in a second. "This is our daughter. Han Yoora." her mother says while smiling widely. Yoora walks approaching them as she smiles. "Annyeong." she bows. "Whoa she's really beautiful." Taehyung's mother says earning a grin from Yoora. "This is Kim Taehyung, your soon to be husband." Yoora's father explains as Yoora looks at the guy from head to toe. She's actually in awe. For a second. "Hello." he smirks and kisses her hand. Seeing that mischievous smile on him, immediately drops her expectation. "Ugh.."