Chapter 1.

Park Y/N POV :

I groaned as my aunt shook me awake. I swatted at her hands, snuggling deeper into my blanket cocoon, trying to sleep peacefully. However my aunt seemed to have other plans, as she continued to shake me.

"Five more minutes." I groaned, turning away from her, cuddling my pillow to my chest, enjoying the warmth and comfort of my bed. I wasn't ready to leave my warm cocoon.

"Oh come on, Y/N. That's what you have been saying for the past hour. And it's past noon already."

I could almost feel the exasperation radiating of her.

"Fineeee." I whined sitting up. however, as soon as my aunt left the room, I plopped back down, so I was lying down on the bed, before closing my eyes. Just as I felt myself drifting off, I heard a stern voice threatening me.

"Park Y/N! I swear to god if you don't wake up right this instant-"

"I'm up! I'm up! Sheesh."

"Good. Or else-"

"Yeah Yeah. I get it. Love you too, Momma." I teased.

"Now, Instead of teasing me, you could go and get ready. The Kim's will be here soon."

She kinda gets annoyed when I call her momma. I don't know why though. But I love annoying her sometimes.

And yep. I call my aunt, Mom. Because she has been the only mom I could remember. While the actual one who I should be calling mom, left me all alone in this world. Along with dad.

When I was 5 years old my parents died in a car accident. I was at my aunt's and uncle's house at that time. My grandparents lived with them.

They took me in and cared for me. Since my aunt and uncle didn't have children, they were more than happy to take care of me as their own daughter.

I usually don't feel so miserable when I think about my real parents but sometimes these doubts tended to invade my mind.

Thinking about them made my heart sink slightly. I could barely remember their faces. What after 18 years.... Since that particular incident. But I've seen my parents in the pictures, holding little me in their hands and beaming at the camera.

However, sometimes I can't help but wish I could look at them or at least remember their faces clearly. Their smiling faces looking down at me. It scared me sometimes when I realised I could barely remember anything. Their voices. Their smiles. Their laughter. Anything. Any detail that I could hold on to.

Looking at pictures is not the same as looking at someone in reality, after all.

Would they be proud of who I have become? Of what I have built myself to be?

I sure hope so.

My aunt, or as I call her, mom, is - and always will be - someone who I look up to. Along with my uncle.

I don't know what I would have done or where I would have ended up if it weren't for them.

I shuddered at the thought.

Now is not the time, I reminded myself.

I got up and lazily made up my bed, pulled my hair back into a bun and laid my clothes out on the bed before trudging over to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

Standing under the shower, all sorts of thoughts came to me.

And then it hit me.

The Kim's were coming today.

To meet me.

And to ask for my hand in marriage.

If they like me that is. But still.

I stood there, contemplating the many possible scenarios that could take place. It could either go very badly or go very well. Great even.

I hope it's the latter.

I sighed, finishing up before turning off the water and then wrapping a towel around me and making my way towards my room to get ready.

Yesterday I was warned that the Kim's would be coming here in the afternoon and would discuss about the marriage and stuff over lunch. If they liked me.

Stupid what if's always there to confuse me. As if I wasn't already.

They'll be here soon. Seeing as it's already half past twelve.

I take my time and soon finish getting ready and am ready to leave the room when my aunt calls for me to come down.

I run down the stairs, like a little kid and do a little hop at the last step to jump down and landed with a slight thud, and then giggled at my childish behaviour. Oh well.

However when I looked up, I stopped short, my eyes growing wide and my cheeks flamed. I guess the Kim's were already here and seated in the living room looking at me.

They looked amused.

Talk about embarrassing.