fog of vengeance | h. ran

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3
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"Are you shitting my dick?"

Y/N roars, slamming both of her hands on the table. "I've done what you wanted. Marry him. I married him! What's now?!" Y/N's in rage as both of her parents look up to her. "Calm down, daughter." Her Mother whispers while the Father sips the tea. "I'm done with this family. I hate it so much. I hate it. I hate both of you for torturing me!" The Father slams the cup on the table, glaring at his daughter. "Watch your mouth. I didn't raise you up for that." Y/N chuckles, then it turns into a laugh. "I didn't wish to be raised by you." The Mother stands up, slapping Y/N's on her cheek. She can feel the hotness flaring on her cheek. "Ungrateful." Y/N holds her heated cheek, rolling her eyes. "I'm tired. I'm tired of all of these. I'm not going to live at his place."

"No married couples live separately with each other." The Father says with a strict voice. "Then we'll be the first ones to do that." Y/N picks her cap up, placing it on her head as she fixes her black jacket. "Y/N," Her Mother's voice goes weak. "Please." Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. It's always that stupid word. "You can't say no. It's illegal. A wife has to live with her husband under the same roof. That's it. End of the discussion." The Father takes off his black coat, standing up as he disappears out of the room. "I hate him." Y/N mutters. "He's your father. Respect." The Mother clears her throat before grabbing her handbag up. "Where are you going?" Y/N asks, watching the lady walk to the exit. "Meeting my friends."

And the door closes behind her. Y/N collapses on the couch, staring at the ceiling up ahead of her. "No way I'm living with him. Just no way." Y/N grabs a pillow to cover her eyes, she's trying to sleep. By sleeping, it can make her forget everything about this cruel world. Sleep. That makes everything feel better. "Wake up." A deep voice enters, startling Y/N. "The fuck you're doing here?" She sits up, watching the male is leaning against the doorframe. "Get your ass up. Pack your things and you're moving to my place." Y/N chuckles in disbelief. "You really have the audacity to come here and command me what to do?" Haitani Ran smirks with arms crossed on his chest. "You are a Haitani now. I have the right to command you." Y/N smiles at him, a smile of force. "Since when did my L/N turn into Haitani?" Ran walks closer, still keeping eye contact with the female. "Don't tell me you forgot. It has been since we vowed to each other."

All the guests were waiting for her to open her mouth. I do. I do. Y/N wanted to say that. Her parents wanted her to say that. One mistake, one wrong word, she's dead. They will chop her head off. "Ms?" The priest repeats. Y/N holds into the bouquet of flowers even tighter. Now she feels nervous. The man she was marrying is staring at her. He mouthed, 'Faster, stupid. Don't waste the time.' Didn't they know she was trying her best? Y/N glanced at the guests, her parents, Ran's family, then back to Haitani Ran. Her lips were trembling. It was a rare thing. She had never trembled and felt nervous for a man before. She even swore to herself not to.

"I do."

God damn it, fuck, finally. Y/N breathed out a relief. Finally. Y/N looked down. "Now, it has been declared that Haitani Ran and L/N Y/N are married couples after vowing to each other. May god bless this relationship and may it last longer." Y/N hated those words. It felt so disgusting. She hated it so much that she wanted to vomit. "You may kiss the—" Ran cleared his throat, cutting the priest's words off. "Skip that part." All the guests just stared at him with jaw hanging. Nice. They must have been waiting for the kiss. But no way that was going to happen. Just no way. Y/N had never kissed anyone before. And she never wanted Haitani Ran to be her first. Even though he got the title as her husband now. Just no. She preferred to stay virgin forever.

Ran took out a black box, opening it slowly as he carefully pulled it out. "Your hand." He commanded, looking at Y/N in no interest. "What?" Y/N hissed back. "Do you think this fucking ring goes to your head? Finger, dumb." Y/N breathed heavily, glaring at him. How dare he mocked her. Y/N gave her his hand, pushing it to him, forcing Ran to insert the ring faster. "Stop moving your fingers, stupid head." He cursed under his breath. "I'm not moving my fingers, you bastard." Ran squeezed her hand, causing Y/N to gasp loudly. "That hurts you stupid fuck bastard asshole bitch pig!" Y/N yelled in his ear. "I-Is everything okay?" Asked the priest, looking at them in worry. "Yes. Just this hippopotamus is wild today." Ran says while finally inserting the ring into her finger.