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Forced to be Married
Chapter 6

*Knock, knock, knock*

Shoot! She's already here? But it's only 8:30. Oh wait, my bad its 8:56am. Still I got four minutes she can wait. "Namjoon! Hurry up she's here!" I yelled, seeing him run down the stair to the door which I was staring at.

"Act." He winked seeing how he took my hand in his. I soon tensed up after that, just as he opened the door.

There stood an older lady that had her hair up in a bun. She wore glasses and had a clip board in hand. Smiling at us she bowed as we did the same. "My name is Mrs Woo. I will be your couple counselor for the next few months."

"Please come in," I told her as she did. Following us, we walked into the living room.

"My name is Kim Namjoon , and this is Wu Miok." He introduces us to her. She quickly wrote that down before taking a seat in the chair opposite of us.  Namjoon took my hand in his again, messing with my fingers gently. I was nervous but not as nervous as him.

"Now I'm going to start asking you both questions. All you have to do is answer them and I will watch how you both react. Now, I was informed that you just met each other yesterday so I will expect more as the sessions go on." Mrs. Woo told us as we shook are heads in response.

"So tell me. How do you both feel about this arranged marriage?" She asked, making me stare at Namjooon and then back at her.

"Well, we both feel like if this is. . . " Namjoon started making me quickly jumping in.

"Is the best thing for the wealth of our parents then I'm happy with it." I answered, squeezing Namjoon's hand. Mrs. Woo studied us and shook her head, writing this information down.

"Next question. You both seem very comfortable around each other. Are you attracted to one another. Answer honestly."

Namjoon cleared his throat looking over into my eyes. "I mean I just meet her yesterday but I believe you can tell a lot about a person by the way they present themselves. And so far, she is a classy, funny, adorable, open minded, and very beautiful lady."

I looked away from him trying hard not to blush. Did he actually say that about me? Does he really mean it? The lady smiled at me and then Namjoon.

"Now Miok, tell me. . . Do you find Namjoon attractive?" She asked, making my face turn from slight red to red. Feeling Namjoon brush a piece of hair back behind my ear I smiled.

"I look at Namjoon and see a very caring, smart, sensitive, adorable, handsome, kissable. . . Man." I responded, before realizing what I said last.

"I see? Do you both sleep in the same room?" Mrs. Woo asked, writing down our responses. I gulped and turned to Namjoon.

"Not of last night." I whispered, feeling Namjoon snake his arm around my waist.

"We want to wait for the right moment." Namjoon told her. She smiled, moving on the next question.

"Right. Where do you see each other in the next five years?" She asked just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll answer that. . . "Namjoon quickly said, getting up to go to the door. *Who could that be?!*

"Well I see Namjoon and I married really. Happily married, if you might say. Just figuring out life really." I told her, seeing that Namjoon was still not back yet.

"Right, well do you want kids?" She asked me out of the blue.

"Yes, but. . . "

"That's all I needed to know for now. So if you excuse me I will be on my way." She rushed, gathering her purse before walking over to the front door. Just before I got to where she was I saw a glimpse of Namjoon head upstairs. *What is he up too?*

"Alright I'll will see you next time Mrs. Woo." I waved, opening the door and she nodded before walking out. *Okay the worst parts over.*

"Namjoon!" I yelled, knowing he has to heard from me after ditching me.  I waited for a reply but didn't hear any so I wandered upstairs.

"Namjoon?" I said getting annoyed in the process. *Where could he be?* I looked at the master bedroom door, it was slightly open .

"Please, stop. I need you to leave!" I heard Namjoon yell. Feeling betrayed I step back as I hear the door open.

"So this is her?" I questioned, frozen in my tracks.

"Is this the daddy's girl you were sent to marry?" The girl said.

"Who is she Namjoon." I asked, seeing him turn slightly with his hand stretched over touching his neck. Sighing, he looking me in the eyes.

"Lana, please go in the room I will be back in a second." Namjoon said, walking her back into the bedroom. *Lana is it?!*

He stepped back out before walking with his head down over to me. "Follow me." He whispered as I did. Going downstairs I followed him to the living room. I sat down across from him with my arms crossed.

"Miok. . . "

"No, you lied." I confronted him, getting up and walking to the door.

"No wait, please!" He yelled, grabbing my hand, as I was going to grab my keys.

"What! Our parents will kill us if you have a side chick wrapped around this wedding." I yelled.

"Miok, Lana is. . . "

"What?! I know you just met me and all but you lied!" I vented, hearing a door open and footsteps walking to the staircase.

"I will break up with her for the sake of our fathers companies. Miok, you have to understand, I'm helping Lana."

"Helping, helping some money whore. She's using you Namjoon!"

I could see Lana look over at me with disgust. Namjoon looked up at Lana, she was looking at the door then me. "You know I'm right Namjoon." I whispered.

"Don't listen to her Namjoon. She's just jealous. Why would she care anyways." Lana commented, seeing her run into Namjoon's arms.

"Enough! Lana leave please I'll call you later! Now go!" Namjoon yelled, pushing her away. She looked at him with tears in her eyes before running out the door.

"Miok I. . . "

"Enough, I'm going to make tea. If you want you can join me." I offered, turning to go into the kitchen. *Gosh, what a long day already.*

After making tea, I poured myself a cup and walked onto the patio. *What a gorgeous day* Soon after I fell sleep in the chair I sat in.

Namjoon walked in after that, seeing that I had fallen asleep. He quietly wrapped the blanket around me and brushed my hair to the side.

"I guess I'm to late for that tea offer." Namjoon sighed. A little while after Namjoon's phone rang.

"Hello, eomma, yes I know. Tomorrow?! Wait. . . Okay well go. Alright. Love you to bye. . . " I over heard Namjoon say. *Wonder what that was all about?*

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