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Hey Guys! I'm BACK! Was suffering from a long writer's block! I actually planned to get this out sooner (like before Halloween) but I had some important matters (watching season 1 to 3 of HIMYM, watching 'A Little Princess', installing and playing Left 4 Dead)

Anyhoo, have fun reading this fic! I have not come up with a title for this fic. So I am letting you (yes, I do mean YOU) decide what the title should be! :D

P.S- You can also decide the chapter's name :D

"Attention all passengers,this is your pilot speaking, we have arrive at Seoul, Incheon international airport. It is currently 08 00 hours. Thank You for riding in Korean Airlines. We hope to see you again,"

The announcement ended with the glowing light illuminating from the control indicating that passengers can now remove their seat belt. Some passengers waste no time, hurrying out of their seats, whilst others took their time as they leisurely flicked open their seatbelt and rose from their comfortable seat. One of them was So Yi Jung.

So Yi Jung,the F4 Casanova, world famous potter, slipped on his sunglasses as he got up from his comfortable first class seat and proceeded to take his baggage. The Korean air stewardess flashed him a sly smile, normally he would have responded with a charming smile, charming enough to let anyone fall for him the moment they set their eyes on him. However, today was unlike any other day because today the Casanova has a mission in mind, a mission, which involves a very familar , country bumpkin.

So Yi Jung strolled out of the airport, his black leather jacket all puffed up, with his hair cropped up. Any tourist would have mistaken him as a Korean movie star. That would be an understatement, as he is more than someone from the entertainment industry. He is SO Yi Jung, the legal heir to the So's fortune, the man who could have any available girl he wants, any. Yes, that includes Miss World, the Genevia's princess, Ivanka Trump, mothers who wants him for their daughters and god knows who else. Basically all the women in the world are vying for him except for one. Wait, scratch that! except for TWO women. One is none other than Geum Jan Di, the soon to be wife of the mighty obnoxious Gu Jun Pyo and her best friend Chu Ga Eul. Jan Di wanting Yi Jung is just wrong not to mention the curly hair brat would probably blow his top if that was to happen.

Taking out his iphone, Yi Jung turned it on, smiling at the wallpaper that greeted him. Yes, it is true, the great Casanova had the face of a country bumpkin as his wallpaper. Not to mention, that picture was taken discreetly when she had dozed off in their F4 lounge.

Speaking of the F4 lounge, he should be going there now where his friends had agreed to meet him. However, there's just one place he had to stop by before going to the lounge.

The black limo stopped at a kindergarten school, 'Little Sunshine'. Entering it, he made his way to one of the pottery classroom, where a very special someone was teaching. In his hands there was a bouquet of calla lilies, specially ordered by him to the driver. That was the country's bumpkin favourite flowers. Reaching the classroom, he mentally prepared himself for the conversation; he knew was going to take place.

"You're still putting too much pressure on your wrist," he remarked with a smirk to a back of a woman teaching her class pottery.

With a gasp, the woman turned around,

"Yes sir? Is there something you need?" She said, putting her hands on her wrist looking a little annoyed that someone had disturbed her class.

Yi Jung could feel his smirk slowly fading away from his face.

"Mianhae, agasshi. I thought you were Miss Chu, I must have got the wrong class," he apologized.

"I should think so, and yes this is supposed to be her class but unfortunately, she had something rather important to attend," said the still annoyed, supercilious woman.

By now her class was staring at them curiously, their unmolded clay left unattended as they watch their teacher exchange words with the good lucking oppa.

"Oh," he said, nonplussed.

"Now, if you could just leave, I have a class to teach," said the teacher turning her back towards him.

Bewildered, Yi Jung left the room wondering where the country bumpkin could be.

Just as soon as that thought left his mind, his phone rang, and a picture of Gu Jun Pyo's curly hair filled the screen.

"Yobusayo?" said Yi Jung

"Yah, So Yi Jung. It's me, Jun Pyo. Listen, you know that place I told you about? You know the place near the beach? Go there and we will meet you there." Jun Pyo spoke rapidly and before Yi Jung can replied, the line was already dead.

Yi Jung grinned, he knew exactly what was going on. A few months ago, Jun Pyo had mentioned that he was going to propose to Jan Di and was looking for romantic places to propose to her. The beach alongside with the place was one of them. Getting into his limo, he instructed the driver to go to the place.

Yi Jung walked towards the chapel, the place where Jun Pyo had instructed him to go to. For some reason, he was still holding the bouquet of calla lilies. Jun Pyo was standing near the main entrance, checking his watch every minute or so while tapping his foot impatiently. Yi Jung quickly made his way towards him.

"Yah! So Yi Jung! What took you so long to come here," yelled Jun Pyo as Yi Jung got nearer. "And why are you holding some flowers?"

"yes, hello Jun Pyo. It's so nice to see you after 4 years," said Yi Jung dryly.

Without a word, Jun Pyo motioned Yi Jung to enter the chapel.

"What's going on?"Yi Jung asked, bemused, looking around the palatial chapel. There were people dressed formally, some in traditional hanbok. To his utmost surprise, even his father and Madam Kang was there, alongside with Ji Hoo's grandpa.

Jun Pyo walked rapidly towards a group of people chattering. Yi Jung followed, ignoring the lustful stares the young women in the room threw to him. In the middle of the group of chattering people were Woo Bin and Ji Hoo.

"Hey man, finally you're here!" said Woo Bin jovially, clamping a hand on Yi Jung's back. Ji Hoo greeted him too, with a nod.

"What's going on?" asked Yi Jung for the second time.

"Oh, this guy didn't tell you?" said Woo Bin in surprise, gesturing to Jun Pyo, "Well, I'm getting married bro!"

If Yi Jung wasn't brought up as a well-behaved chaebol, his jaw would be hanging wide open right now, his eyes popping out of its sockets and his beautiful bouquet of flowers dropped on the cold, marble floor. However, he was the F4 Casanova, well known for his coolness. Who wouldn't react like that? The F4 Don Juan was getting married. MARRIED!

Composing himself, Yi Jung went to Woo Bin and whispered into his ear, "You didn't knock her up, I mean you didn't get her pregnant right?"

Woo Bin gave a hearty laugh, "of course not! No, I just found my one true love," his eyes shining.

Yi Jung grinned in relief and patted him on the back. "Who's the lucky girl bro? I can't believe you're getting married!" He said then joked in a low tone, "You didn't give her any philtre right?"

Before Woo Bin could answer, Jan DI came rushing over, dressed in a sky blue dress which complimented her skin perfectly.

"Thank God! You guys are here! We have no flowers! The florist didn't arrive!" She said in a rush, stumbling over some words.

"Jan Di," said Ji Hoo gently, for the first time since Yi Jung had arrived, "Calm down,"

"Yeah, just chill," interrupt Jun Pyo, "Here,take these." Grabbing the bouquet of flowers that Yi Jung was holding, he gave it to Jan Di.

Taking the flowers, Jan Di ran across the room, the clatter of her heels against the marbled floor with the F4 watching in amusement.

"Hey thanks bro. Good thing you brought some flowers," said Woo Bin to Yi Jung, "Anyways, there' something I want to ask you, the two of them has agreed," he said, gesturing to Ji Hoo and Jun Pyo who were deeply engrossed in a conversation with each other.

"Yes?"

"So Yi Jung, will you do the honour of being one of my best men?" asked Woo Bin solemnly.

"Of course!" replied Yi Jung feigning a 'hurt' look, "Like you have to ask that?"

Woo Bin grinned, " I should have known,"

"But I'm not dressed in a suit," said Yi Jung glancing down at his leather jacket.

"Nawh, it's fine. Besides, my wedding can't be too serious. Plus you look cool in that piece of leather," replied Woo Bin, giving two thumbs up.

"If the groom says so, then I have no complaints. Anyways you never told me who is the bride, the lucky Mrs Song ?"

"You will know soon," said Woo Bin mysteriously, as the wedding bells started to chime loudly, outside.

The door opened leading to a hall, furnished in gold and white. The hall itself was enough to fit 500 people and above the altar was a big screen framed in white. The aisle was carpeted in a deep colour of ruby red.

The guests flood into the room, taking their places. Sitting in the front row, was none other than Madam Kang, Ji Hoo's grandfather, Woo Bin's mother, Ga Eul's mother, Jan Di's parents and lastly, his very own philanderer father.

Yi Jung and the F3 took their positions as best men, Woo Bin standing in front of the priest with the best men standing at a side.

The grand white piano started playing the wedding march followed by a harp player and the two violinists, creating a harmonic atmosphere.

The doors opened and everyone looked at it expectantly, Jan Di came out holding a stalk of calla lily, her eyes not leaving Jun Pyo. Next was Jae Kyung dressed in a pale green dress also holding a stalk of calla lily, but unlike Jan Di, Jae Kyung was bursting with jauntiness. There was a bounce to her every step as she walked.

Lastly, the bride's and her father walked out. A bright light illuminating from behind them making it seems like there were angels from heaven. Squinting, Yi Jung tried to make out who the bride was. The shy bride lifted her downcast head and walked straight along side with her father.

Yi Jung breath hitched at his throat. It was as if the whole world had crashed down. Blinking rapidly, he stared at the bride and her father. The bride was extremely beautiful, dressed in a pure satin white dress, with a long train that trails elegantly behind, one hand clutching his bouquet of calla lilies, the other, clutching her father's arm. What shocked Yi Jung was, the beautiful bride was none other than his country bumpkin, Chu Ga Eul.

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Ga Eul: Awww, I'm beautiful. What a lovely wedding! But WHY AM I GETTING MARRIED TO WOO BIN!

Yi Jung: I AGREE! Why is SHE of all people getting married to Woo Bin?

Woo Bin: Hey? What's wrong with me *gestures to body* I'm sexy!

Yi jung: I think the title's should have the word FOOL in it cause you're a fool!

Woo Bin: YAH!