[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

7

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Y/N LEE

     A few days have passed since that incident in the restaurant. Memories still vivid. The waiter punching Jeonghan in the face, then throwing him out. Yet the aftermath of it all wasn't quite pleasant. My parents yells and insults, Jeonghans words leaving a deep cut in my heart. It truly hurt me, yet I tried to not show it. I avoided everyone that was there.

     I avoided my parents, Yeonhee, Jeonghan and Mingyu. I think the only person I've talked to was Soonyoung that waiter. I ended up meeting up with him after that incident, and he said that if he shows up again to contact him, that was it.

     I felt somewhat bad, he definitely lost his job after punching him. Not saying Jeonghan didn't deserve to be punched, but now Soonyoung is losing his jobs. He tried to ease up my guilt by saying the benefits were shit, yet still didn't help.

     I walk down the stairs, trying to be as silent as possible. To my surprise, there my father was, standing by the front door. "Leaving so soon?"

     My father was wearing a suit and a tie, my mother was wearing a nice dress. Where they going? I check my watch 7:14 am. This is definitely strange. I fix my bag on my shoulder and carried on down the stairs. "I have a lecture to go to today. I'll be leaving now... goodbye —what in the fuck..."

     My voice faded as I watched a family of three getting out of their parked vehicle. I turned to my father, eyes wide opened. This is why he's dressed like this? They all wore such formal outfits, yet here I was. I was wearing black low waisted skinny jeans, a oversized white hoodie that said "SHUT THE F%CK UP", accompanied by another oversized, plain grey zip up, lastly to top it off a black bucket that had Roman numerals.

     I felt a little embarrassed, but how was I suppose to know people where coming over? Especially them... at this time.
     —why are they here?

     Before they all reached the door I turn towards my father. "Why are they all here?"

     My father spoke in a tone of sarcasm and mockery. "Well isn't it obvious? They're here for breakfast!" My father widened his arms, pushing me slightly to open the door wider. They all walked into the house, bowing towards us. I do the same, eyeing everyone in the area. I bit my lip thinking of a way to leave. "Why don't you all come in? Breakfast will be served shortly—"

     "—You all enjoy breakfast! I have to leave, cause –oh! Look at the time!" I pout my lips in a humorous way and tilted my head. I shrugged my shoulders and took off my house slippers getting ready to put my shoes on. "I have a lesson soon, don't want to fail, you see! So you all enjoy your breakfast—"

     "—Your classes don't start til 9:00. I don't see any rush. So you'll be joining usY/N." I bite my lip, groaning at my fathers persistency. I can't escape it now. He already knew my class time. I glare back at him, sliding my thin feet out of my shoes and back into my slippers. "Go change as well."

     "I'm in the comfort of my own house, why should I change because of unexpected guests?" I cross my arms, slipping my hat off of my head. I walk past all of them and sat in the living room, circling my fingers around the remote and pressing a few buttons. After I found a show I'd like to watch. I lean my arm on the arm rest and rested my head against my hand, paying attention to the TV, hoping no one would talk to me.
     —I was wrong.

     The couch sunk in, a person sitting beside me. I can smell his cologne, instantly knowing who it was. Yoon Jeonghan. I still keep my eyes remained in the TV. "You haven't told Yeonhee have you?"

     "Read my shirt." I pull the fabric surrounding my shirt up, hopping for it to be more are able. He chuckled, an angelic laugh that rung though out my eyes. It repeated and repeated until he spoke.

     "Very funny..." he paused staring at the TV. In the corner of my eyes, he glanced between the television and I. The TV show that was on was 'Hello Counselor', it's a show that guests people with problems some of them are quite bad, some of them are a little funny. "You watch this shit? I never took you to be into this stuff—"

     "Were not friends. Don't talk to me as if we are. You don't know me, I don't know you. Let's keep it that way." I stood up from the couch, getting annoyed by him. He doesn't know me, he shouldn't judge anything I do because of that. Just because he and I are acquainted doesn't mean we're friends. We're farthest from that.

     I begin to walk away, but I tight grip on my wrist causes me to fall back. Sadly, I fell too far back that I landing on his lap, practically straddling him. Luckily the couch we were sitting on was farthest from the dining room, no one would be able to see this awkward position. I push my hands against his chest, trying to put some distance between us.
     —then his hands landed on my back, pushing me closer towards him. I could feel my face heat up. Not because of him, but because of the situation.

     "What if I said I wanted to get to know you?" Jeonghans hand connected with the back of my neck, dragging my face closer to his, his lips connected with my ear, whispering sweet nothings. "Become friends then slowly become... well, more acquainted. How does that sound?"

     I can feel his fingers rub circles on my back, his thumb caressing my collarbone. I stayed still, a little scared of this situation. I could feel him underneath me, his warmth that he gave off through the fabric of his clothing, lastly, that bump growing underneath my ass. I internally screamed, pushing myself away harshly. Sadly, I wasn't the one sitting against the couch, so I ended up falling.

     He stuck his arms out, resting them against the back of the couch and crossed his legs. A small smirk fell on his lips as his tongue poked out through one of the sides. "That's cute. You're attitude seems cold, yet your body was just hot a few seconds ago."

     I stay in my spot, eying him down from the floor. The leather couches crinkled as he stood up. He put his hands in his pocket, giving me a clear view of him. He was somewhat hard. It disgusted me to the point I wanted to choke and die on my own tongue. He took his jacket that laid on the couch and folded it in his arms, he held it in front of his waist hiding his situation down there.

     "I suggest you agree to this marriage. I wouldn't have agreed if it wasn't necessary. I could've said no, but then that would've caused problems for you and your family." You could hear his footsteps mix in with the chatter of the parents. I could hear questions asking about where I was and about what I was doing. I still sat there though. Rethinking everything. Him, his words, that situation, him and Yeonhee. Despite hating his guts, my thoughts were currently about him and only him.
     —and fuck, did that ever just piss me off.