Jaehyuk loved you, and so did you. The problem? Your parents. They wanted you to marry someone from your own nationality, not a Korean.

Every day, he stood at your parents' doorstep, offering gifts that cost more than your apartment. But he couldn’t take the rejection any longer.

Now, he was on his knees, kissing your mother’s hand, then your father’s. “Mr. and Mrs, I’m only asking for your blessing. I understand how much your nationality and culture mean to you, but I have no problem adjusting to it. I, as a socially prominent Korean man, have a reputation, but for what it’s worth, I’d throw it away any day for your daughter.” He said, his tone and voice sincere and determined.

He hoped this would convince them. If not, he was ready to do it a hundred times over again.