Chapter 6 (Spoiler: THIS ONE IS SO DRAMATIC)

Mi-Hi was woken up Sunday morning not by her 7 am alarm indicating to her she had to go train, but by one of the maids opening her blinds and revealing the 5 am sun.

"Uhh... What the hell?" she asked trying not to be mean.

"Sorry, miss. But, the master ordered for you to get ready." Mi-Hi blinked at her. Master? My.. Father? Holy shit! Dad's not traveling as a private investigator? He's back?

"Get ready for what?" The only question she could not deduct from what the maid had previously said.

"I'm not sure miss. He instructed for you to wear this," She signaled to a purple floral dress that was hanging from her dresser along with some black heels that looked very... Informal. She wondered what the occasion was. Another made came in from her bathroom saying that the bath was ready. The two of them proceeded to bathe, clothe, and prepare Mi-Hi for almost two hours. Her hair was even curled to perfection and her face was caked with enough Bare Minerals to make it seem natural her skin was so perfectly flawless. At almost 7 am, her father's personal butler came in announcing her wanted presence in the parlor. She walked downstairs with her biggest pokerface preparing to deny anything her father accused her of. She came to find two men waiting for her inside the room. One was her father, with more graying hair and clean shaven face, but still cold as ever towards her. Not even a smile her way. No, "Hey daughter. You've grown up into a beautiful young woman. I'm sorry I haven't been able to see it." Just... A weathered, serious face. The other was a young man who seemed to be not much older than her if at all. He had a boyish visage but a man's body. His attire left his arms bare which left no room for the imagination as to how fit he really was. His attire, like her own, was also fancy but informal. He, unlike her father, had a warm smile on her face that instantly made her think nicely of him.

Mi-Hi paused at the entrance waiting for her father to instruct her on what to do. One bad step on her part, and she wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Uhhh.." she accidentally muttered aloud. Her father cleared his throat. Mi-Hi shut her mouth. The young man's smile widened into one of compassion and humor.

"Mi-Hi. This is Wand Hyo." He introduced him.

"Annyoung," he bowed, "Please call me something less formal than that. Your father has told me we are only 5 months apart. You don't have to call me Oppah if you don't wish." Mi-Hi slightly winced at his prospect of her calling him that. There was only one Oppah in this world for her. And, he wasn't it. She cleared her throat.

"Wand Hyo-ssi. Annyoung Haseyo." She sat down on the armchair across from her father's and the love seat where Hyo was sitting. His smile faltered but did not leave him.

"So, Abbuji, why did you need for me to come dow at 7 in the morning?" she asked with as much underlying venom as she could.

"Mi-Hi. Wand Hyo is your fiance. I expect you to willingly take his hand in marriage. His parents and myself have agreed that this is the best thing for both you. He is the son and heir of Shin Hwa group's private police. His family is very wealthy and will have a stable economy for the rest of your young lifetime. He is also well trained in seven different martial arts. He will be able to protect your fragile body from any harm you may moronically cause yourself." By the end of her father's speech, Mi-Hi's jaw was slacked against the floor.

"Appah! No way in hell am I getting married! I'm still in college!"

"The maids have informed me that you are not the top of your class nor do you excell in any one subject matter or attend every day. Therefore, I understand the matter of your education not to be an issue. I will leave you and your groom to converse. The wedding will be in 6 months. That should be enough time for you two to get comfortable with each other." Mi-Hi's father briskly left the parlor. Her jaw was still slack. Hyo-ssi stood up and cleared his throat. Seeing her unable to change her expression of shock, he closed her jaw for her and sat down on the floor cross-legged facing her.

"What your father means to do is what he thinks best in his heart. Don't reprimand him for it. Besides, it's partly my fault. When I sneaked a look at the picture your father had given my parents, I was curious about meeting you. I hadn't known about the engagement plans, and they wouldn't have told me if I hadn't been spying. But, when I saw your picture, I thought 'who could have such an annoyed and hostile face but still look so beautiful as to make even Aphrodite jealous?'. Once, they saw my leniency toward it, they wasted no time in sealing the deal."

"No offense to you or anything, but I don't want to get married." she finally uttered. He seemed too nice for her to outwardly scream at. Plus, he had complimented her.

"I'm not saying we have to get married. I just want to get to know you. And, I want you to know me. So, what do you say, Mi-Hi yah? Can we at least be friends? At first? Not even think about our arranged marriage. Please?" Even with his brawny physical appearance, his boyish face gave him a sweet look of innocence. She wanted very badly to deny him, but he was very sweet to her. And, doing so might make her father proud of her to an extent. Therefore, she sighed and nodded half-smiling.

"You have yourself a deal, Hyo-yah." He smiled and pecked her cheek.

"Cool. I'll see you later."

"Where are you going?" she asked as he started to leave the room.

"To unpack. Your father gave me the room across from yours. Our parents decided it was a good idea for me to move here so we could bond faster. Except, I'm going to ShinHwa college not... Community college...But, anyway, see ya at dinner." Mi-Hi was perplexed at the enthusiasm of her new chingu. She just hoped Mi Sun wouldn't give her the third degree and Oppah wouldn't throw a fit. Never mind, she hoped he wouldn't throw too big of a fit.

P.S. If you're wondering what Wand Hyo looks like he is based off of the member of band B2ST Lee Ki Kwang. You can google him. HIS ABS ARE KILLER.