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Forced To Be Married.
Chapter 8

Taking our seats, Namjoon came back then, taking his seat next to me. I looked at him smiling slightly. "Sorry I took so long." He told me taking a sip of water that they had placed out.

"You didn't tell me where you were going!" I raged quietly, rubbing my temples since I was being overwhelmed with questions yet again.

"I had to go take care of something?" He whispered, just as his father stepped out on stage. *Doesn't change anything*

"Attention Everyone! Hello and thank you for coming to this invitational, that my family has so graciously put on." Mr. Kim started as he look highly at our direction.

"Now, before we get down to business matters, I'd like to give a toast to my son and his soon to be fiancee." He said proudly, raising his glass for the toast. Look around the venue I saw everyone had there glasses up staring at up.

"Raise your glass." Namjoon whispered, seeing me glare at him quickly before doing so.

"Awe! They are just such a cute couple." A group of ladies whispered as they walked by. *Still. . . I barely know him.*

"Since I got that out of the way. On with the other matters about the recent deals that have been made." He went on, as Namjoon poked my side.

"What! You. . , "

"Shh! Act remember." He told me, making me look to see our moms glaring at us. *There like hawks watching our every move!*

"Okay! Now stop poking me." I smiled, just as he poked me again. I glared back in response after our mothers turned their heads to the announcements.

"Our company has now completely made a deal with Mr. Wu founder and CEO of. . . "

"Looks like our parents just made more money." I sighed, as Namjoon moved his arm resting it on the back of my chair.

"Sure looks like it." He said, grabbing my left hand. I stared down at our hands. *perfect fit*

"All you both need is a ring." One of our mothers friends said.  I looked up at Namjoon then, not realizing I was leaning into him. Seeing him look down our faces met with one another. *Whoa!* Soon after we both saw a flash in the corner of our eyes.

"Namjoon! Miok!. . . How do you feel. . .  Marriage! Hello! Namjoon!" A bunch of reporters swarmed around us reporting the event.

"Umm. . . " I stuttered, blinded by the flashing lights. Quickly Namjoon grabbed my arm leading me away from the cameras. Being dragged behind him as we made our way to the back garden.

"Ouch, didn't have to grip my arm so tight." I teased, looking up at Namjoon who quickly covered my mouth.

"Shhh. . . " He said, making me face him.

"What are we going to do. . . " I asked him as I could see from the corner of my eye the reporters watching us.

"We're gonna make a scene." Namjoon whispered looking out at the little pond that was in front of us.

"A scene?" I questioned, just as the beautiful lights around us turned on. Namjoon then placed his hand on mine; gently. Feeling the moment set in I smiled up at Namjoon.

"I see where this is going." I smiled, biting my lip in the process. *Lets give them what they want! But not like that . . . Okay you get the the point*  

"Are you gonna trust me?" He whispered in my ear, feeling his warm breath against my ear. 

"Should I?" I teased, as he snaked his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. *What are you doing Namjoon?!*

"Breath. . . "He whispered, lifting up my chin till our eyes met. It was like staring into a bright light being hypnotized by its glow. "Still trust me?"

"Is that even a question?" I smiled, seeing him smirk.  He started to lean down then just as the cameras started to flash.

"Namjoon!" I heard someone yell. *And the moment was just ruined.*

Namjoon quickly let go of me and turned around to see this tall but thin lady. She looked older then us but still had that young vibe.  "Jazzy!"  *So this is Jazzy?* Then why was Lana over at our house?! *  "Glad you could make it! Did you just arrive?" Namjoon smiled, as she jumped up to hug him. *geez. . . Thanks partner.*

"Oh, I just arrived! My parents decided to go since your dad made an investment in my father's stock. Also, about yesterday. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it." She told him, as I turned to look at the pond. *If Jazzy couldn't make it then why was Lana over?*

"Thats great news and don't worry about it, I had a few things to take care of myself." Namjoon said, as I heard him and her walk away. *Well now that he's gone. Let's get down to the real business of finding the food.*

"Miok! Come here please." The voice of my mother stresses, seeing her with some of the wives of the other wealth business men.  Trudging over I faked a smile greeting them.

"Please tell us. Does Namjoon treat you well?." One of the ladies asked, as I took a deep breath.

"He's wonderful, such a charmer." I told her, fixing my dress. The ladies smiled, talking amongst each other for a few minutes. While they talked I saw my father slip Namjoon's dad some money. *More deals?*

"Miok! Pay attention. . .  The question was when will you and Namjoon settle down." *Seriously didn't I just answer this!*

"We're just taking it easier for right now."'I answered honestly, feeling uneasy in this situation. Trying not to loose my train of thought, I continue listening to them.

"Any honeymoon options yet?!" This one lady asked. I looked at her like she was crazy. *Were not even engaged!*  She smiled and looked at me like I was going to give her an answer.

"We really haven't discussed that." Namjoon whispered snaking his arms around me from behind. I looked up at him, smiling. He then looked down kissing me near the jawline as he rested his head in my shoulder.  "Sorry ladies, but I have to steal my girl for awhile."  *My girl?! At least he saved me for the torture of ask an answer!*

He turned away with my hand in his. Walking for a while we got to a tiny room in the building.  "What are we doing?"

"I needed to talk to you." He told me, making me sit down on the small bench next to the window.

"What about?" I asked as he went over to the door, opposite to the one we came in.  Slowly, he opened the door to reveal Jazzy.

"Miok, I know your probably thinking this looks bad but here me out first. Jazzy is. . . "He got cut off by her instead leaving me speechless.

"First of all, I would like to officially say, "Hello, my name is Jazzy." She said, bowing with a document of some sort in her hand. "I know what your probably thinking. Why is she here and the whole deal with her father. Well to tell you the truth. . . I'm your manager. Technically I make the drop offs and pickups of all the documents, plans, and messages that your parents tell me." She explained as I sat there with my mouth wide open for the world to see.

"So you and him are. . . " I pointed, trying to fit the puzzle together.

"No we're not a couple. Jazzy was simply doing her job so we could get away with this for our parents sake." Namjoon said, making me think about it a little more. *That is sneaky!"

"I'm here to help you both keep this inline. After all I was hired by your parents." She told us, handing me the document.

"What's all this?" I questioned seeing it was filled with papers that all had the words "Arranged Marriage" on the top.

"It's basically your whole life planned out. And when I mean planned, I mean it! Both of your parents have the exact time and date when everything is to unfold." She explained, sending chills down my spine. *Yup I'm out! Can I leave now? This is just weird.*

"What happens if we break the order?" Namjoon asked, walking over to me and sitting down.

"The order doesn't really manner as long as each event does happen. Oh, by the way! The contract is in there so if you and Namjoon would like to read that over, be my guest. Also, I will be over sometime this week for a quick chat about a few things. Alright? " She smiled.

"Jazzy, this is all so sudden. Why now?" I asked, getting frustrated with everything.

"We'll both your parents arranged this marriage on a deal. . . " She was trying to explain before getting cut off by an older gentlemen who walked over to Jazzy and whispered something in her ear.

"Alright I have to get going so you both take care now, okay?" She waved, walking out. I gulped and looked at Namjoon. *What happens now with the engagement earlier? She's didn't tell me why this happened!?*

"We should go." He whispered.

"Then let's go."

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