《Nerd to Beautiful (BTS FF~ Ft. EXO FF)》17
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He just stared at us before slamming the door shut.
I looked at Jimin wide eyed and he looked back at me shocked.
"Get out," I muttered staring at the door.
He nodded, "Sorry." he walked to the door and walked out leaving it open.
I walked to it, closed it leaned on it and sighed, "I'm dead." I muttered.
I jumped on the bed and fell asleep after an hour of worrying.
I woke up to knocking at the door, "come in." I muttered sitting up.
Lisa came in and jumped onto my bed, "Why is there a bunch of guys out there?" she muttered excitedly.
"I'm getting a fiancé and it's going to be one of them." I got off the bed and stretched.
"You're what?!" she stared at me wide eyed.
I shook my head, "something stupid I have to do."
I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower while singing one of my songs.
I grabbed my towel, wrapped myself in it, walked out of the bathroom and walked into the room.
I was startled when I saw Baek and Sehun already in the room.
Baek handed me the clothes he was holding and I walked back into the bathroom with them in hand.
I put them on and walked back out, "what's up with the light color?"
"Your father said something about light colors to show purity." he said fixing my dress.
I sat on the edge of my bed and Sehun started working on my hair.
I sat still the whole time and it took forever but the results were astonishing.
"You guys are the best!" I said staring at myself in the mirror.
"We know." They said at the same time.
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"My turn!" Lisa said standing in front of me and working on my face.
She finished and I stared at myself in the mirror, "I love you!" I hugged her tightly.
I hugged all of them and left to my doom.
I walked into the dining room and father was talking to some of them.
I bowed and they all bowed back except for father which glared at me and Jimin.
I walked towards them slowly and greeted all of them nicely except for BTS, which I passed by.
Suddenly father started clapping, "there is the one I was looking for yesterday."
I looked up at the stairs confused and my jaw dropped... it was Sehun.
He slightly smiled at me as he walked towards us.
I couldn't believe this the Sehun from the list was my stylist Sehun, the Sehun I knew, the one that styled my hair not so long ago....
"You must be Y/n." he bowed and kissed the back of my hand slowly and gently.
"And you must be Sehun." I played along but wanted to ask a million questions.
"Get on his good side." father whispered in my ear.
I will but I'll kill him later.
When did he even have time to change clothes?
I looked around me to realize BTS was glaring at him, I smirked.
Might as well have some fun, "Sehun could I talk to you in private for a second?" I said intertwining our fingers and pulling him away.
Once we got to an empty corner of the room I whispered in his ear, "Why are you here?"
"I came because your father told me to come." he whispered back.
"And you're richer then me?" I whispered.
"You could say I have triple the amount you do." he whispered back in my ear.
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"Then why do you work as my stylist?" I whispered back.
There was a pause, "to... see you everyday."
He suddenly got on one of his knees and pulled out a little box with a ring in it.
I widened my eyes and looked at my father which smiled approvingly.
I brought my attention back to him with wide eyes.
"Kang Y/n... will you marry me and become Oh Y/n, and make me the happiest man in the world. I promise to never leave your side, when you need a shoulder to lean on I'll be there and I promise to make you the happiest woman if you say yes." he stared at me with pleading eyes.
"Sehun... I-I..." I looked back at father and him.
A/n- sorry for any mistakes ✌︎✌︎
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