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Part 5

Sept 12
4:39pm

"Who the fuck is he?" a masculine voice spoke from behind, causing both you and your father to turn around to face him.

"Oh— Scaramouche, you really came at an awkward time haha!" you nervously laughed while glancing back at your father.

"Y/n, who is this boy?" your father asked while raising a brow. You gripped onto your sweater and took in a deep breath. "That's—" you said before you were interrupted.

"The man who's going to marry y/n," the indigo haired male smirked while crossing his arms.

'Someone kill me.' You facepalmed yourself. A part of you expected he would say something embarrassing like that yet you were still unprepared.

"What? Y/n, what is he talking about?" your father asked in worry causing you to quickly glance back at him. "Oh haha this is Scaramouche lol," you said, nervously scratching the back of your neck.

Already filled with embarrassment, you didn't want to explain any further. "Oh? Is he your friend?" your father asked to which you instantly coughed as a response.

Scaramouche noticed your embarrassment and smirked harder which immediately made you more afraid of what he was going to say next. "Your daughter calls me daddy too," his smile grew wider and more sadistic.

He was enjoying every last bit of this moment. From seeing your increasing embarrassment, to seeing your father look more and more worried.

"HAHAHAHA ignore him dad, I don't do that." And at this moment, you wanted to disappear as the look of concern grew on your father's face. "Scaramouche, now isn't the time to meme," you whispered towards his direction but he kept his sadistic expression unchanged.

"Y/n, who exactly is he?" Your father asked again. "His name is Scaramouche and I'm dating him," you explained honestly this time.

"What??? You're dating this shorty??" The man asked in genuine confusion. And Scaramouche twitched an eye to your father calling him "shorty."

Then your father walked to Scaramouche and narrowed his eyes at him. "So you're dating my daughter, huh?" He observed Scaramouche very closely as Scaramouche kept his blunt unbothered expression.

"Yeah," he replied briefly. "You think YOU can date my daughter, huh?" He narrowed his eyes more.

"Is there a problem with that?" Scaramouche went back to his smug face. "Hmm," your father kept his eyes narrowed at Scaramouche as Scaramouche continued grinning.

"HAHA you're bold. I like that!" The man laughed as he aggressively patted Scaramouche's back causing the smaller male to jump.

"Wait wait so you're ok with Scaramouche??" You asked in genuine surprise. "Yes, he's an interesting little lad."

"Don't call me little, annoying old man," the male retaliated, despite the fact that this man was your father. "HAHA, my bad, my bad. You're not little, you're average," he said.

Scaramouche seemed surprised by his response and perhaps even a little embarrassed. "Whatever," he mumbled.

"I guess we should go inside now," you suggested. Then your father glanced at you with a bright smile. "You're letting me in??"

"Uh I guess," you responded, then looked back at Scaramouche. "You should come inside too."

"Alright."

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Sept 12
5:02pm