"You don't just like him do you, it's something more than that right?"
Arranged marriage au
Melodies of Love: Book 1
start: 10/03/24
end: 16/03/24
words: 28,269
"You are the source of my joy, the center of my world, and the whole of my heart."
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Haechan's mind retraced the night when Chaewol was introduced to the Dreamies. The memory brought forth a surge of happiness as he saw her seamlessly blending into his close circle of friends, radiating comfort and warmth.
"And seriously are you going to deny everything despite what we witnessed?" Renjun stared daggers into Haechan."Stop hiding your feelings Haechan."
The teasing from Renjun and Jaemin, however, brought him back to the present. Renjun's piercing stare and Jaemin's playful yet knowing remarks left Haechan no room for evasion. His denial was met with a collective eye roll from his friends.
"Stage one: denial," Jaemin declared with a smirk.
Caught in the crossfire of their observations, Haechan pondered the truth in their words. He reflected on the genuine care Chaewol extended to everyone, the warmth of her politeness, and the multitude of small gestures that spoke volumes.
Haechan had become accustomed to Chaewol's company—her twinkling eyes, the thoughtful inquiries about his meals, and the comforting morning and night messages. There was an undeniable charm about her that drew people in.
Mark playfully poked Haechan's flaming cheeks. "Oy, kid, you are blushing so hard."
Renjun enveloped Haechan in a tight hug, his tone filled with both amusement and affection."Aww, my baby is in love."
Attempting to mask his embarrassment, Haechan pulled away, only to be met with more teasing from Jaemin."Please, you ain't fooling anyone right now. You are clearly whipped for Chaewol. This is so entertaining."
Realization hit Haechan like a ton of bricks. His friends were right, and he couldn't deny the truth any longer.
"Now go and tell her what has to be said,"Renjun encouraged, pushing Haechan to confront the feelings he had been trying to hide.
⭒
Chaewol lay sprawled on the sofa, engrossed in the TV's glow when the familiar melody of her phone's ringtone pierced through the room. The casual evening was disrupted by the intrusion of an unexpected call.
"Dad, could you please get the phone for me?" Chaewol's voice carried a nonchalant request.
Her father chuckled, questioning her laziness."Are you so lazy that you can't stand up to get it on your own?"
With an impish grin, Chaewol defended her actions."You're closer to it anyway, so there's no need to trouble myself." Beomseok glanced at the screen, revealing the caller ID."Oh, it's Haechan that is calling you."
The revelation caused Chaewol to nearly choke on the sip of water she had just taken. Reacting swiftly, she snatched the phone from her father's hands, darting up the stairs and slamming the door behind her before answering the call.
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In the enclosed space of her room, a peculiar nervousness washed over her. Though she and Haechan had exchanged numerous texts, the prospect of a late-night call seemed to add an unexpected layer of anticipation. With slightly trembling hands, she accepted the call, bringing the phone to her ear, and hesitantly uttered, "Hello?"
"Hey, have you gotten into bed yet?"
Chaewol was used to hearing his voice, but something about hearing it over the phone made her heart skip and she had to make sure that she wasn't getting too distracted by it.
"No not yet, is everything fine?"
"Yeah it's all good. Hey I know this is a very inconvenient time but are you free for a couple minutes?"
"You mean right now?"
"Hmm."
Haechan's low hum elicited a flutter in Chaewol's chest, making her instinctively clutch her heart for a brief moment. Clearing her throat she replied, "Yeah I can come but is there anything wrong?"
"Come to the park near your house, I'll tell you everything. See you soon." and the call ended.
Chaewol stared at her phone's black screen, feeling a sudden shudder. Without hesitation, she grabbed her jacket and rushed down to the front door. Beomseok barely caught sight of her hurried sprint.
"Where are you running off to this late? Is it Haechan?" he asked the girl as she juggled on one foot while trying to slip into her shoes.
"I'll tell you everything when I get back okay? I won't be gone for too long." she said, blowing a quick kiss before running off. Beomseok shouted after her,"Okay but it's late so be safe."
Chaewol waved back to him without even turning around as she made her way to the park. She reached the park just a couple minutes later to already find Haechan sitting on one of the swings. There was no one else there besides the two of them.
Chaewol sat down on the swing next to him and noticed where his eyes were focused. She looked down to find that she was wearing her pajamas, specifically the ones with a teddy bear print on them.
She silently cursed herself, "It sounded important so I didn't bother to change out of my night clothes."Haechan on the other hand just chuckled, "They're cute."
"What was the reason for asking to meet up this late?"
"I've been thinking a lot about this arranged marriage thing and I just wanted to talk to you about it."
"Oh"Chaewol had a million different thoughts inside her head at this point.
What if he doesn't like this marriage?
What if he doesn't want to marry me?
What if he doesn't like me?
"What's on your mind?"she asked him.
"Well, you know, our parents have arranged for us to get married, and I just want you to know that I'm okay with this."
"Actually I'm more than okay", at this point Haechan's ears had turned into a vibrant pink,"I-I want to get married to you."
Haechan noticed that Chaewol wasn't responding and immediately stuttered,"Of course your opinion is also very important, so if you feel that you aren't okay with it, then it's fine. I guess..."
"No it's not like that, it's just that are you serious? Do you really want to marry me?"the girl eagerly asked him. The boy just nodded towards her.
