We Got Married

Prologue

"Ha! I win again!"

"Let's try one more time!"

"Kawi-bawi-bo!"

"Like I said, I'm the master of rock, paper, scissors. Bow down peasants."

Then the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it."

I stood up and ran over to the front door, opening it. There stood a group of cameramen, as I expected. Our manager told us they would be coming, but he wouldn't give us a reason.

"Hello, come on in." I bowed before moving out of their way.

They all bowed to me before walking inside. I closed the door and sat back down on the couch, between Chen and Chanyeol.

"Hi guys, my name is Jeong Ahim, I'm the executive producer of the show. I can't reveal any further information, but for now, I'm just going to tell you guys to act natural, and don't even notice that we're here." She instructed.

The guys and I nodded before resuming our rock, paper, scissors match.

Obviously, I'm curious about what's going on. I mean, it's kind of weird letting a camera staff in your home, without reason. But I have a feeling something exciting is going on.

Soon, the doorbell rung. Channie was up in a flash, and he went to go open the door. Then all of a sudden, there was a deep, manly, but girly like squeal. Chanyeol came running back into the living room, with both arms up, and mouth open wide. He was holding a red card in his hand, but I honestly didn't know what it was for.

"Calm down! What is your problem?" Chen asked, laughing.

"Do you understand what this is?!" Chanyeol wiggled the red envelope in our faces. Chen and I shook our heads. "This is the ticket, to heaven!"

"Come on Chan, what is it?" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm finally going to be on We Got Married!" He put his arms up, squealing again.

"Hold on there gentle giant," Chen stood up and took the letter from Chan's hand, sitting down afterwards. "we don't know that yet. It may be Xiumin, it may be Kai, it may be Lay, it may be me! Who knows?" He shrugged whilst ripping it open. We all read the short and sweet letter before Chan went looking for a coin. When he found one, Chen began to scratch off the silver scratch-off area. "Aw, it's not me!" He shoved the letter in Chanyeol's chest.

"I told you it was me." He looked down at the card and scratched the rest off. "It's not me!" His eyes widened.

"Then, who's is it?" I laughed.

"It says Xiumin-

"Mine?!" I choked on my words. "How could this be?!" I snatched the card from Chan's hands. "I don't know how to talk to a girl." I looked up at my two friends.

"Well, you have no choice." Chan shrugged.

"Oh my God." I groaned, face palming and sitting back. "What am I going to do?!"

"Well, it said that you're going to have to meet her tomorrow."

"What?!" I sat up and stared at my two friends with wide eyes. "I'm not ready. guys, I barely talk on a variety show, how am I going to be able to talk to a girl?!"

"Xiumin, just calm down. You're going to be fine. All you have to do is act natural. Make the girl laugh, be the Minseok no one has seen before." Chanyeol shut me up with his sensible words, as usual.

Okay, yeah. I can do this. This will be my time to shine. It's time to come out of my shell, and really show the world that I am Xiumin.