To beco a real couple, not just a virtual one.
To make it clear what kind of relationship they truly had.
Ryu Jaerin had fully prepared herself—
“Huh? We Got Married? No way. We need to reschedule the concert first.”
“…What?”
“The concert was canceled, and now we have too many delayed commitnts. It was the biggest event, so everything else got pushed back.”
But her plan never even had a chance to unfold.
It was the most logical conclusion.
After an unfortunate accident forced them to cancel a solo concert, there was no way they could afford to waste ti on a variety show that barely made any money.
“Besides… don’t you have to start preparing for your solo album?”
“…”
Agency CEO Lee Jeong-geon shot a quick glance at Ryu Jaerin’s face.
‘Kim Donghu… why do you have to be so ridiculously cool? Do you know how much trouble you cause just by existing?’
Of course, he was genuinely grateful that Kim Donghu had saved Jaerin.
If he wasn’t worried about appearances, he would have dropped to the ground and bowed on the spot.
But from an agency CEO’s perspective—
Kim Donghu was way too damn attractive for his own good.
He was the kind of person you wanted to keep away from your artists.
‘Jaerin has known him since childhood… so of course, her feelings are even stronger.’
The reason Jaerin had skyrocketed as an idol was because she had absolute certainty she would succeed.
And that certainty?
It ca from the boy she had admired since childhood, who always supported her.
And that boy… was Kim Donghu.
Of all people.
Of all possible n.
Had it been any random crush, ti would have faded it away.
She would have grown up, t soone better, and moved on.
But Kim Donghu was not a man you could replace.
Why?
Because there was no replacent.
Even as an agency CEO, he could admit it—Kim Donghu was number one. The only one.
There was a reason the Veritas CEO had broken down sobbing in the ergency room.
Kim Donghu had an almost demonic charm that pulled in everyone.
“…Still, since the show has high ratings, we’ve decided to delay its cancellation until the end of July.”
“…Huh?”
For the sake of his artist, who was deeply in love with that man—
Lee Jeong-geon closed his eyes and pushed forward.
“Once we’ve cleared so of the delayed schedules… and things have settled a bit… the wedding will still happen.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah. Let’s set it for late August—just to be safe.”
For an idol, a dating scandal was career suicide.
And We Got Married? That damn show had been a thorn in his side for ages.
‘What was I thinking back then? I must have been out of my mind.’
Jaerin had begged to do it.
So he reluctantly let her.
Looking back now?
That had been a huge mistake.
‘…I have no choice but to accelerate the plan.’
He could no longer afford to keep Jaerin just a dostic idol.
It was ti to push her into the global pop market.
Dating rumors? Scandals?
They wouldn’t matter if she beca so big that nothing could touch her.
As Lee Jeong-geon steeled himself for the next stage of Jaerin’s career—
‘…Then I’ll need to pick out lingerie for August.’
Ryu Jaerin, anwhile, lowered her head with a deep, satisfied smile.
‘But what if I can’t wait that long?’
A dark flicker of desire passed through her eyes before disappearing.
***
“It’s today, right?”
“Yeah.”
Mid-August.
The long-awaited release of Kim Donghu’s boxing docuntary, The Executioner.
“Man, it took forever.”
“Well… it’s not easy to get all three major networks to agree on a joint docuntary.”
“Honestly, scheduling everything took longer than the actual filming.”
“At least they each got their own exclusive interviews to differentiate their versions.”
Inside a major broadcasting station, the docuntary staff sat down and switched on the TV.
– “An actor and a boxer. A boxer and an actor.”
– “A singular force that shook the world.”
– “The fists that steal hope—Kim Donghu.”
The narration and captions were a bit cheesy.
But effective.
The marketing was direct and to the point.
And honestly, Kim Donghu’s career itself was dramatic enough to justify it.
“…Wait, isn’t this going on OTT platforms too?”
“Huh? It is?”
“Yeah. That’s why it got delayed to August. I heard it’s dropping on Netflix.”
No one knew how that had happened.
But one thing was certain—
The joint docuntary, The Executioner, was going global.
“…So basically, the whole world is going to see this?”
“…Uh… is that a good thing?”
From a broadcasting standpoint, more views = more profit.
But if you thought about it another way…
“…Isn’t this basically provoking people?”
The Executioner focused heavily on Kim Donghu’s Olympic matches.
Which ant—
“…So this is a docuntary of Kim Donghu beating the crap out of other countries’ boxers?”
And now they were airing it worldwide?
This was a declaration of war.
“…Wow. Donghu Kim’s country just sent us one hell of a video.”
Boxers across multiple nations—each one previously knocked out by Kim Donghu—watched the docuntary with wide eyes.
It showed every one of their defeats, the monts they were sent crashing to the mat.
It wasn’t excessively humiliating, since the footage was focused on Kim Donghu’s highlights.
But just being included was enough to sting.
Strangely, though—
“…It doesn’t feel insulting.”
Because for it to hurt, they would have had to at least be close to his level.
But they weren’t.
Kim Donghu had been too overwhelming.
The slow-motion replays in the docuntary actually helped analyze so of his movents.
And the more they watched—
“…Sothing feels off. Is that even a human reaction speed?”
Especially in his match against Russia.
The way he completely dominated an opponent who was clearly on PEDs…
“This is basically Korea’s official warning.”
Every country’s boxing scene reached the sa conclusion.
“This is their way of telling us to stay the hell away from the Asian Gas.”
They were sending a clear ssage—
“Don’t even bother showing up. You’ll get crushed.”
And by extension—
“Stay out of the Olympics, too. Heavyweights, consider this your warning.”
Because if they did step in the ring—
They might not make it out in one piece.
Which only made them more restless.
“…Ti to start training.”
The fire had been lit.
Due to a slight misunderstanding—
That day, the entire world of boxing started to stir.
***
“…Wow. The reaction is insane.”
Ever since the docuntary aired—
『Boxers React to Kim Donghu’s Docuntary: “He Must Turn Pro!” Demand Surges!』
『“We’ll Prepare Event Money for Him” – WBC Teases a Special Match?!』
『China and Russia’s Direct Love Calls! Sudden Push for Naturalization?!』
I stared at the articles Seokho-hyung had forwarded , completely dumbfounded.
“They… want to naturalize?”
“Not officially. It’s just speculation. The dia’s just blowing it up.”
“Ah… yeah, I figured.”
A sudden naturalization request?
Even I was shocked when I saw that headline.
“Well, we could use this for publicity later.”
“…Huh?”
“This whole naturalization talk—it’s great for stirring up attention. If you comnt on it, it’ll help with the movie promotion, too.”
“…That’s one way to look at it.”
“Just do whatever’s comfortable. No pressure.”
“Got it.”
With that, Seokho-hyung wrapped up the eting.
Next week is the final shoot for We Got Married.
The show was supposed to end last month, but the concert accident had delayed everything by a full month.
Thankfully, my August schedule was mostly free, so we could still go through with the wedding episode next week.
Or rather—
Tomorrow.
Damn.
Ti flew.
Muttering to myself, I quickly headed ho.
“I’ll just relax at ho today.”
That was the plan—
Until the mont I reached my front door.
“…Huh?”
Soone had been inside.
Only a few people had access to my place…
Yerim, Sujin, and Jaerin.
Yerim and Sujin were too busy with their schedules.
Which left…
“…Jaerin?”
I called out, kicking off my shoes.
“…How’d you figure it out right away?”
Jaerin’s face peeked out from my room—like she’d been waiting for .
“You could’ve told you were coming. You startled .”
“…I just wanted to surprise you.”
“Surprise?”
“Yeah… That, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for the wedding.”
She wanted to see first.
As she stepped fully into view—
“…?!”
I froze in shock.
Jaerin wasn’t wearing normal clothes.
She was in a wedding dress.
“…Honestly, I know the official wedding is going to be fild, but…”
She smiled softly.
“I wanted this kind of wedding, too.”
“…And by ‘this kind of wedding,’ you an…?”
“Just the two of us. A quiet ceremony.”
The pure white dress.
The way it perfectly suited her delicate features.
She was radiating a beauty beyond words.
“…Does it suit ?”
“…O-Of course. It’s perfect.”
“It’s yours.”
She whispered as she slowly stepped forward—and wrapped herself in my arms.
That gentle murmur froze my thoughts.
It stirred sothing primal.
‘…’
If I could have her—then I would.
If I could take her—then I would.
“You saved . Twice.”
“That was just coincidence—”
“It wasn’t. It can’t be. How could it be coincidence?”
I tried to calm myself, to steer the conversation rationally—
But Jaerin held on tighter.
“This is fate. Just like when we t in kindergarten.”
“…”
My arms tightened around her on their own.
In the dimly lit hallway, a bride in white slowly approached.
As soon as I saw her—
All the emotions I’d been suppressing rose to the surface.
“I’m yours.”
Her sweet whisper.
I nodded without hesitation.
“…Yeah. That’s right.”
You’re mine.
And with that—
Riiiiip.
The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room.
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