They reached the shop and saw you working really hard. Greeting the customers with a really bright smile, running back and forth.
Lay's POV
Its her.... After so long... I finally saw her again. My body started to walk on its own and I was near her.
"Hello! How may I help you today?" she asked.
"A rose please." I asked.
"that will be it for you sir?"
"N-Neh. "
"Total is 1,000 won."
I reached for my wallet and hand her the money.
"Its been a while Xiu Ying... " I said.
She looked up and her eyes widen.
I looked at her name tag and frowned.
'Kim Seo;'
"I-I'm sorry... You might of mistaken me for someone else... Her is your rose sir." she said handing me the rose.
"Aaahhh....sorry. " I apologized.
I grabbed the rose and walked back to Xiumin.
"What happen... What's with the face?" He asked.
"She's not her hyung... She has a different name.. " I sighed.
"It is her.. Maybe she changed her name. " He comforted me. "Come on let's go back."
We went to the company and started to work.
I sat at my desk staring into space, ignoring the conversations with my mom.
"Ma..." I called her.
"Yes son?" She asked.
"Why did you stop us from dating and loving each other....?" I bluntly asked her.
"......I didn't want her to get in your way for being a lower rank than us sweetie." she answered. "i did whatever I could just to get ride of her and got her that night with her father. I told her father about your relationship.. He was furious about it and that night... I thought I finally got rid of her, but you sweetie... You were furious at me. After that... I decided to stop and let you live your life, I've been controlling your relationship because I thought she was going to bring the company down. I'm sorry sweetie..."
"......I'll be back.." I told her and left.
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Painful Decisions(Hiatus)
FanfictionYou face making a decision between Lay's life and yours. your choices were, to let him go and forget about him or let your family face problems more. you were given a month to pick. After a year, you came back as a different person and identity. How...