Don't Touch The Bride

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some nerve-racking critical thinking, to decide be

ich one

lied Mat

w-I'm startin

hat choosing Physics would've given me the best of both worlds: an insight into both math

yhan. I had applied for an internship there this summer a week ago and sent a follow-up toda

my eyes, too scared to look. Slowly, I opened

heart pounding as I

push the door open. She strolled into my room like it was he

wnstairs. Quit with the childish ta

my room without a second glance. Asshole. Why was she back fo

tials. Did I just say nuptials? I felt old saying that. The familiar ache in my chest returned, though I'd never even met the ma

That's what my mom should've named me before dumping me on my dad, promising she'd ret

t not surprised. Marrying me off to some "old man," as my dad had described him, was

ix my messy hair, but who was I kidding? I wasn't about to impress an old man. Just when I thought I had gotten some

trouble. When I reached the dining room, my dad, stepmom, and step siblings were already seated. I

as Korean. At least there was some cultural familiarity. The man at the table, despite lo

e Korean man greeted m

ghaseyo, seonsaengnim." I bowed slightly aga

mile, graceful despite the age gap between us. His name sounded

kwardly, trying to pronounce the Korean words a

oned you were half Korean, I knew you were the perfect bride for my son," he said, his smile widening. His son? I breathed a sigh of relief,

type to talk much while eating. We all finished

to show up?" my dad aske

apped up just as a broad-shouldered figure, easily over six feet tall, entered the room.

" Mr. Han sighed,

. Is th

rop-dead