My 24 Year Old Husband

~Miyoung’s P.O.V. ~
I was soundly sleeping in my bed when I heard banging on my door. I tried to ignore it and put a pillow over my head to block the noise but it didn’t work. The banging continued. I angrily sat up.

“What?!” I yelled.

“Miyoung get up! You don’t want to be late for your own wedding!! Hurry and get dressed! We’re leaving in ten!” I heard my sister say through the door. She getting me up for a stupid wed---. Wait a minute. Did she just say wedding? I’m getting married? But I’m only fifteen. Since when did the laws allow girls under eighteen to get married? This must be a dream. It has to be. I got up and looked in the mirror. I haven’t aged at all. I felt my face to see if I had even a slight change and then I felt something cold and hard. I looked at my finger and gasped. Damn! That’s a huge rock on my hand. Okay Miyoung, breath. I pinched myself hard a couple times and turns out that this is real. I’m getting married. I sat down and thought for a minute. Okay, I have a beautiful engagement ring on, today I’m soon going to become someone’s wife, and I have no clue who my “fiancé” is. Is he older than me or the same age? Have I known him for a long time? I ruffled my hair in frustration and sighed. The only way to get some answers is from my soon to be husband. I just sat there lost until I heard knocking on my door.

“Miyoungah let’s go! Grab your stuff and let’s hurry to the altar. We need to get started on your hair and makeup.” My mom said. I quickly changed into to a pair of jean shorts and a plain tee. I grabbed my purse and phone and headed downstairs to where everyone was waiting. When I reached the living room I was taken aback seeing all the females here. Well just the important ones. I slowly walked inside with a smile. They all had happy expressions on, except my cousins. They looked like they were jealous or something. I slipped on my sandals and my mom grabbed her keys.

“Okay let’s go. We only have two hours until the big event. Off we go!” My mom opened the door and we all followed her outside and went inside our cars. In my car was my mom who was driving, my sister, and my grandmothers. I was in the passenger’s seat trying to keep calm and not burst out with huge nervousness. While driving to the place the car has been filled with complete chatter. I just looked out the window not paying attention until I heard one of my grandmothers calling me. I turned my head and looked at her with a smile. She smiled warmly at me.
“Miyoungah. I’m so happy that you finally found your one soul mate. I knew from the start that this man was the perfect gentleman for you.” She told me. I couldn’t really say anything at that moment and felt my cheeks heat up. Now I really want to know who my husband is now.

“Thanks halmeonie. That means a lot.” I turned back forward and looked out the window smiling.

“Look halmeoni. Now because of what you said, she can’t wait to be Mrs. Lu Miyoung. Aigoo. If only she would set me up with one of his friends then maybe I would finally get married too.” I heard my sister say. Mrs. Lu? That doesn’t sound like a Korean name. It sounds Chinese. But why does that name seem familiar though? I feel like I know it but can’t seem to put my finger on it. Hm. We soon arrived at a fancy ass hotel which seems way out of my parent’s budget. How the hell did we afford this wedding?! I got out of the car and followed the others as they went inside and headed to the reception area. I just stood there behind them and noticed that they were flower stands everywhere. Most from family from both sides. I went to look at them until I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked back and saw some middle aged woman smiling at me. I awkwardly smiled back trying not to seem rude.

“Agasshi, we must start your makeup and hair preparations. Please come with me.” She started walking to the room and I followed. Why am I doing this? Do I really want to get married? Hey you readers out there, if this was happening to you, wouldn’t you be scared a bit too? We reached the dressing room and the stylists sat me down and got to work. I didn’t know what to do except just relax a bit and let them do what they do. It took at least half an hour to do my makeup and an hour for my hair. The stylists turned me to the mirror to see their work.

“ Agasshi, do you like it? We tried to make it more Hollywood trendy.” One of them said. I was in complete awe. I never looked so good in makeup because it looked so ugly when I put it on myself but this is just wow. (Use your imagination on how you look.) I smiled and thanked them for their work and they said they’ll be right back with the dress. I wonder how the dress looks. I like big poufy dresses that make you feel like a princess with a beautiful tiara on my head and pretty heels. Yeah, I am that type of girl who wants to look like fantasy brought to life. I kept admiring my makeup and soon the stylists came back with the dress. I looked at it and fell in love. Okay, maybe getting married isn’t such a bad thing. Hehe. The stylists helped me put on the dress and shoes. After finishing they bowed and left me in the room and I just waited for the wedding to start. I just sat there resting a bit with my head on my hand as my elbow was on the small table next to me. Soon after a few minutes the door opened and I opened my eyes and saw my parents coming in with who I assume were the groom’s parents. They don’t look Korean. I never imagined marrying a foreigner. I got up and hugged my mom who had tears coming out. I looked at my dad who also had a bit of tears in his eyes. Aww. I looked at my soon-to-be-in-laws and gave them a warm smile. They smiled back and the mother came up to me and joined our hug. The men just chuckled at their wives little emotional moment of letting their children go. After the little group hug, my new mother-in-law held both my hands and gave them a little squeeze.

“Promise that you’ll give us grandchildren at least by next Chinese New Year’s? I want to see them very soon. Okay?” She told me with a serious tone while have a smile on. I gulped and nodded.

“You better keep that promise too. I want to see my granddaughter and grandson before I die.” My mother said too. I rolled my eyes and smiled at my mom’s request. After a few minutes of talking they went out to see of the preparations were ready leaving me to be alone again. I just walked in front of the mirror looking at the reflection in front of me. I can’t believe that me, Lee Miyoung, is getting married at fifteen years old. I originally wanted to get married in my mid-twenties but guess a change of plans was called for. There was another knock on the door and I told them to come in. I still had my back towards the door and heard more than a few people coming in. I turned and almost fainted but kept my cool. How the hell is Exo at my wedding? I kept it cool and smiled at them a little nervously. Baekhyun stepped forward and gave me a huge hug and I hugged back, a little surprised.

“Aigoo. I can’t believe that you two love birds are finally getting married. Maybe in a few years me ad Taeyeon will be in getting married.” He said as he released from the hug. I just chuckled a bit at his comment. But does Exo know who my husband is? I looked at all of them as they just took in the sight of me in this dress and noticed that one of them isn’t here. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Where’s Luhan?” I asked. They all looked at me with grins.

“Looks like our little bride wants to see her groom already. Don’t worry the wedding starts in five minutes so you’ll see him in no time. But we should go get ready so see you down the aisle. Mrs. Lu.” Suho said, giving me a wink. I blushed and waved to them as they walked out. Sehun came back and handed me a piece of paper before running back out. Confused, I looked at the paper and read a message that was written on there.

‘Can’t wait to officially make you mine. I love you. Lu Han. <3. ‘I stared at the paper. Luhan is the man I’m going to marry?! Oh My God. My wish came true!

Notes

Hi guys. So this is my first Exo fanfiction and I hope you guys like it. I made it because I thought it would be nice for some Luhan fans to imagine themselves with their bias. Please let me know what you guys think in comments.