[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

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Y/N LEE
A phone alarm erupted in the cold dark room, a body awakening under the thick silk and cotton sheets. I rubbed my sore eyes, pulling the weighted blankets off my legs, exposing them to the cold. A morning routine was necessary for me, so I decided to quickly make my way to my personal bathroom.

After finishing up, I jog down the stairs and into the living room, giving a peck on the cheek to my father who sat there scrolling through the TV channels. I soon make my way towards my mother who was preparing breakfast alone. I also place a quick peck on her cheek, walking over to the sink and washing my hands. "Mama, do you need help with breakfast?"

"Yes! If you want you can help by starting the French toast!" My mother nods her head flashing a beautiful smile. Her jet black hair bounced like waves. I do as I'm told, dipping the plain piece of bread into the slimy mixed eggs as my mother takes sausages out of the freezer. She sighed and shook her head, causing my to pout in concern. "You've always been a better cook than me, makes me jealous."

All I could do chuckle and shake my head. I knew that my cooking skills were superior, and my mother knew so too. All I could do was be humble and say... "You taught me all I know." Her small chuckle filled in the comfortable silence. I glance at my father who remained glued to the television. I nod my head at him, my mother turning to look in my direction. "Whys appa still here? I thought you usually go to the company before breakfast."

"I think he has something important to tell us this morning." My mother shrugged, turning around to put the sausages on the empty pan beside mine. I decide not to pay any mind and just flip the fluffy French toast, revealing a brown tinted bread.

The glass plates with steaming food found their ways in front of the three of us as we shortly started to devour our meals. I glance at my parents as we ate in silence. "Is Oppa not coming back? Ever since he got married, he barely visits us anymore..."

I awaited my fathers response, only be hear the cold silence of his breathing. I rolled my eyes and just started eating, hoping the dreadful quietness will disappear. It did disappear. It was replaced with a few dreadful words. "When're you planning on getting married, Y/N? You're turning 22 in a few months. I thought you would've gotten at least a boyfriend while you're in university.
—Do you have a boyfriend at least?"

I bite my lip in annoyance, feeling a slight metallic taste in my lip, rolling over the taste buds of my tongue. It completely ruined my appetite. I push my plate away and crossed my arms leaning back uncomfortably in my chair. "No, I don't. I don't see the need for one either. I'm still young Appa. Do I really need one?"

My father bobbed his head. Forcing me to roll my eyes. His cold gaze piercing my face, causing me to break out in sweats. It confused me to the point that I lost my common sense. Aren't fathers usually telling you not to date till you're like 50? Why was he so persistent?
—Why is he so keen on me to grow up?

"I understand you're still in university, but I have something to tell you." I glare at him, my fists clenching the edge of the table. "Y/N, please forgive me for doing this on your behalf, but I've decided... to have you in an arranged marriage."

I erupt in a fit of laughter, pointing my finger in his direction. The stillness of the room made my mouth shut instantly. I look at both my mother and father. My mother looks utterly surprised and my father held a face of determination. "You're joking right? —You've got to be playing a sick prank on me."