[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

6

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     I stifled out a laugh watching Jeonghan fall to the ground in pain. As much as I hate this man, I felt a ounce of pity for him, only because that punch must've felt like a bitch. Jeonghan let out a sigh mixed with a groan, shutting his eyes tightly. He rubbed my printed blood that trickledown his chin from his lip.

     A smirk fell upon his face, standing to his feet. He stared at both Soonyoung and I, his smirk growing bigger, exposing his pale straight teeth. His tongue rolled over the top row. An in a flash, Jeonghan lunged at Soonyoung, his fist connecting with the waiters jaw. Soonyoung fell against one of the tables, shattering the dirty plates he was carrying before. "I'm not the type to just be punched and do nothing about it." Jeonghan stretched his arms out, only to let them fall back to his sides. "Now, I'll take my leave. We're still going to continue this conversation, Y/N."

     "Are you fucking serious?!" A loud voice erupted in the restaurant. I turn my head, look at the older man that held the resemblance to the bruised man infront of me. Jeonghans father. His eyes were red and he was furious. He walked closer to the three of us and glared at everyone, his eyes softened a little when directed at me, but I could still feel his anger. "Jeonghan. Get in the car. We're leaving."

     His father connected his callused palm to the back of Jeonghan head, shoving him slightly towards the exit. "We'll discuss this later. As for you, I apologize on behalf of my son. Please don't let this situation get in the way of your marriage."

     I blinked away my confusion. Staring at handsome boys back that soon disappeared through the door. I nod my head, connecting eyes with Mr. Yoon. "I–It's all well... I hope you have a safe journey back..."

     I bow towards the upset couple as they left the building. I can feel a few pairs of eyes staring at me, to be specific three. My mothers, fathers and the waiter Soonyoung. My father gulps down his drink in his hand and slams his glass on the table. He then turns around and walks back to the table, I can see him arguing with my mother, grabbing all of the items he brought with him today. "So you did know eachother."

     I could hear the youthful chuckle from beside me. I let out a breath of hair, rubbing my fingers through my hair, guilt swarming my insides. "Yeah, I'm so sorry. I didn't think all of that would've happened. I shouldn't thought before hand..."

     "It's really no problem!" The waiter poured his lips, shaking his hands in front of his chest. He smiled, his eyes looking like a clock once again. "I already had a feeling you both knew each other, but when you said that you didn't know him, I knew that you didn't want to be around him. I did what I thought was right. No need to apologize..." soonyoung laughed scratching the back of his neck, looking around at the crowd that was slowly disappearing. "—after all, I was the one who punched him first, even though he deserved it."

     "—ah! Yes... are you okay? You're bleeding." He looked up at me, his eyes widened. I pointed to his face. I let out a giggle, covering my mouth at the same time. I shook my head. "I mean your knuckles, you're just bruising in your chin, if he hit around your mouth, you'd most likely be bleeding though. Your bruise is already purple..."

     The waiter sent me a reassuring smile and nodded his head. He made claw shapes with his hands and smiled once again, showing a hamster side once again. "I'll be okay, a tiger is strong!"

     I could only laugh. My smile falls as I see my father approaching the waiter and I. I look at the ground, can't bare to make eye contact with him. I know he's furious. At the fact that I was in the middle of this problem, practically embarrassing them by saying I didn't agree to this marriage, now talking to the man who hit my forced fiancé.
     —how fun. Hint my sarcasm.

     I could hear my fathers foot steps approach us. His leather formal shoes in my line of sight, which was facing the ground. "Let's go. We're leaving. Right now." He then walks away. I roll my eyes up, staring at my mother who stayed in front of me. She looked disappointed, but she looked more concern. She held out her hand for me, and I tilt my lip to the side, gently placing my palm into hers. I turn around to the waiter once again.

     "It was really nice meeting you, and thank you for that. It means a lot. If we meet again in the future, I promise I'll a at repay you. Til then, I'm in debt to you." I bow, soon leaving the building holding my mother's hand. I glance between her and the car that awaited an angry father. "...Are you mad at me too?"

     My mother paused, squeezing my hand slightly. "...no, just slightly disappointed..." we both sigh at the same time. She slowed down her pace so we can have a longer chat without the yelling of man who was angrily dry heaving. "This whole marriage is quite cryptic for you, I understand that. I also understand why you wouldn't want this marriage but you need to understand that your fathers views are different. He grew up believing your marriage companion was always the parents choice." She sighed, stopping in her tracks. She placed her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to face her. She ran her fingers through my baby hairs that fell around the permitter of my face. "That's why he chased out Yoonli. He couldn't stand the fact that Yoonli was rebelling against him..."

     My mother cupped my cheeks, placing a soft gentle kiss filled with love between my eyebrows. She patted and flattened my hair, grabbing my hand again and walking to the car. Silence engulfing us. Both on the walk and in the car. The sound of my fathers grip on steering wheel and traffic we were driving in was the only noise that filled my ears for the 10 minute long car drive.

     We didn't speak, we all didn't want too. Afraid of what each other were going to say
—afraid of what we would say ourselves. We all decided it's better to drive in the dreadful silence than the screams of our resentment seeping through the creases of our mouth. Thank the lord that we all shared that same thought. If that wasn't the case, Im not entirely sure if I would've been able to keep my composure after finding out my father disowning my own brother. The only thought occupying my mind was...
     —will I also be disowned by my own parents?