Saudade [Choi Yeonjun]

50

Y/n's POV

I hate dresses. And when I say I hate dresses I mean I hate being forced to wear them. I was put into a knee peach dress which stuck to my body which I didn't like one bit. And mind you my ribs weren't even tended to which made this even more uncomfortable. But it was all because I was meeting my 'fiancé' and I had to look nice.

How is anybody supposed look nice with bruises on every inch of their body?

I was snapped back into reality when a sudden wave of pain spread across my back making me arch my back slightly while biting my lip to not start crying here.

I heard the door to the dining room open making me tense up since I was sitting at the table while the door was to right.

But my focus was not there.

It was on the snacks set up on the table.

I mean what else can you expect from someone who's being starved?

I felt my father nudge my shoulder with his elbow indicating for me to stand up.

Ugh.

I hastily stood up and faced a guy who was most probably my age with sharp features and his hair dyed silver parted in the center.

"Nice seeing you here son." My father says and I held back my laugh at his attempt at being polite.

"This is my daughter Y/n." He says his hands presenting me as if I were an object.

I smiled weakly and bowed "Nice to meet you."

The man in front of me smiled putting his hand out which I hesitantly responded to. He kissed the back of my hand and looked up.

"The pleasure is mine. I'm Lee Jeno."

(WHERE MY NCTZENS AT)

As the day progressed Jeno didn't seem that bad. He was respectful, kind and polite.

Everything my father was not hah.

The sun was setting and both of us were seated in the balcony of a guest room sipping tea making small talk.

"Did you willingly agree to this marriage?" Jeno asked out of the blue startling me a little.

"Not really." I grimaced at the bluntness of my words. Jeno chuckled. "I thought so," setting down his cup.

"I've never had a choice over my life when I lived here." I say breathing in.

"You weren't always living here?"

"Nope. I ran away but my father was always hot on my trail and he kidnapped me and got me back a few weeks ago." I explained curtly.

"You're a lot like me. I ran away too." Jeno says with a small smile.

"What do you mean?" I ask looking at his side profile.

Damn that jawline-

"I wanted to join the gang of one of my good friends but then my father was pissed and then I ran away." He says while I take a bite of the cake.

"Being born into a mafia family is not easy." I scoff.

"Yeah. Y/n?" Jeno asks turning to me.

"Hm?"

"I already like someone else so please don't be offended if I tell you I don't want to really marry you. You're an amazing girl and all-"

"Damn Jeno chill. I don't want to marry you either. I kinda like someone too." I say laughing at his ramble and then I realise what I said.

Like someone too?!

Jeno was going to comment at my flustered expression but a guard interrupted us.

"Sir it's time for us to leave." Jeno nods. "I'll be down in a bit."

The two of us stood up but I stumbled a little but Jeno held my forearm pressing down on one of my wounds making me hiss.

Jeno's eyes widened in realisation as he slowly rolled my sleeve up as he saw the cuts and bruises littered on my skin.

"Y/n..."

"Please don't pity me. If you can do anything just get me out of here-"

"Y/n."

I looked to the side to see my father glaring at me.

Shit.

Shit indeed

It's my birthday after a day so I'll try doing a birthday update :)