"You two know each other?" Mom asked me. I was about to answer when that guy chuckled.

"I do know her ma'am." He said and smiled. Goodness! I know this isn't the right time to feel this but why the hell do he look so damn good?

"Let's eat first shall we?" His dad said. We all nodded. I grabbed lots of foods. I'm starving!

"Seems like Yerin is hungry." His mom chuckled. I laughed a bit and looked away.

"Sorry ma'am," I said and bowed.

"Ah! Aniya! It's fine actually, by the way I haven't told you this right?" I looked at her confused.

"Mwo?"

"You're so pretty! Ah, your skin is also pale. You look like a princess!" She exclaimed and smiled widely. I chuckled. A lot of people would really call me princess. I don't even look like one.

"Oh, thank you ma'am." I looked at Jungkook who's now busy eating.

After we finished eating we immediately talked about the wedding. I sighed. Guess we'll not back out huh? And Jungkook seems okay with it.

"I want the wedding as soon as possible." He suddenly said. We all look at him. I gulped. Yah Yerin-ah! Get a grip of yourself! Are you seriously finding him attractive now huh?

"Next month?" His father asked. He looked at me.

"Next week." He whispered. My eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to get married that fast son?" His mother laughed. "Anyways, okay. That will be very easy." She said and looked at me.

"How about you Yerin-ah? Would that be okay with you?" Mom looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"A-ah. Yes ma'am, of course." I said and looked away.

"How about her being Jungkook's secretary?" Mom asked. His father smiled.

"Well, she can start anytime she want. Is that okay Jungkook-ah?"

"Yes, I also want it as soon as possible." He is still looking at me. I was avoiding my gaze. I don't want to look at him, I might melt.

I slapped myself. They looked at me.

"You okay Yerin-ah?" I faked a laugh and nodded.

"Yes of course hehehe!" I said and looked away.

"Seems like my future wife is daydreaming." Jungkook said and smirked. I glared at him. Daydreaming? Why would I daydream? I silently rolled my eyes.

"Aigoo! You two are cute. Anyway, Yerin-ah, you can start tomorrow if you want to." mom said.

"Mom, I still have a client, can I take care of that first before I head out?" I asked. "If that's okay Mr. and Mrs. Jeon?" They nodded.

"Yeah! Of course! I almost forgot you're a wedding planner, why don't you organize your wedding Yerin-ssi?" His father asked. Me? Organize my own wedding? That would be nice. I smiled and nodded.

"That would be great Mr. Jeon!" I exclaimed and smiled. Mom smiled at me.

"We'll leave you two alone first, so that you two can talk. Would that be okay?" We nodded. I sighed. Alone with him? I don't mind at all, after all, he doesn't talk that much right?

I was scrolling to my phone and visited my instagram account. I sighed. I looked at the time, it's already 1:30 in the afternoon. I have an important client today!

I stood up and was about to leave when he coughed. I looked at him confused. Is he okay?

"Where are you going?" He asked while looking at me intently. I gulped. Please stop staring at me like that.

"I have a meeting today, can I head out first?" I asked. Wait, why am I even asking? I can go out if I want.

"Sit."

"Huh? But it's important!" I said and crossed my arms. He lift his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.

"Sit down Yerin-ah." He said. I laughed and sat down.

"Yah! Did you just call me Yerin?" I asked. His face remains the same.

"That's your name right?" He said and crossed his arms.

"At least respect me! Call me noona!" I exclaimed. He chuckled. Damn, so sexy.

"Why did you slap yourself earlier?" He asked.

"What is it to you?"

"I was asking you first. Now, answer me." He said as he lean on his chair.

"That's none of your business Mr. Jeon!" I said and rolled my eyes.

"Aren't your eyes tired yet?" He asked and smiled. I looked at him, confused. I touched my eyes. What's with my eyes?

"W-why?" I asked. He chuckled.

"You keep on rolling it." I glared at him.

"Why are you asking everything I do huh?" I asked. He shrugged.

"So, why did you slap yourself?" He asked once again.

"That was n-nothing." I said and looked away. He then put his hands on my cheeks and caress it. I was shocked. I was stuck on my place.

"W-what are you doing?" I exclaimed. He chuckled once again that makes my heart beat faster.

"You're pretty," I smirked.

"Of course I am, why are you stating the obvious?" I said and laughed. He removed his hands on my face and his back crossing his arms.

"But you ain't my type." He said. I looked at him unbelievably.

"Huh! And do you think you're my type too? Aniyo! You're such a jerk!" I exclaimed.

"Woah, easy there! You don't need to shout, people outside might think I'm harassing you." He said and looked away.

"Harassing my face! I can kick you out of this place and punch you!" I exclaimed.

"Feisty, but still not my type."

"Ha! You're talking too much! Yah! You don't have to tell me that I'm not your type, you can just tell your parents to cancel the goddamn marriage and find someone that you'll like!" I exclaimed and looked away.

"But I don't want to." He said and a playful smile was written on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"Why not?" 

"I need you," I laughed hysterically and looked at him.

"Need me? What am I? Your toy? Yah, if you're going to me add on your girl collections, don't waste your time." I said and smirked.

"Who said I have girl collections?" He asked. I chuckled.

"Are you playing dumb right now?"

"What? What do you think of me? A playboy?"

"Aren't you?"

"I was single my whole life and I was just waiting for this marriage to happen, happy?" And with what he said I was silent. What the hell does he mean by that?