jealousy, jealousy | lee heeseung

chapter 3 | missing pieces

heeseung's pov.

i decided to go to the park after i got most of my work done. i was wondering about y/n though. she's so... odd. i don't know the word to describe her. last time i saw her was this morning in the lecture hall. i can never really tell what she's feeling because of her bucket hat. that girl had that thing on 24/7. probably to hide her true feelings i guess. i can't even tell if she's hurt by my words or not.

wait... heeseung... wake up, you're not supposed to feel bad for her. she's in the wrong, you're just trying to help.

i walked down the park's narrow pathways, staring at the scene. autumn leaves falling from the almost empty tree branches as winter was approaching, a very common yet beautiful sight to whiteness.

as i was dozing off, i noticed someone walking by. someone with a bucket hat just like y/n. what is she doing here? i don't want to talk to her just yet. she seems.. tired? i don't know, can't really tell much from a mask and a bucket hat. all i know is, this is a great opportunity to find out more about her.

not losing track of her, i walk slowly behind y/n. the last thing i would want is for her to notice that im here. she doesn't have her phone in her hand which, usually she does. even in class in front of all our professors, at least in the classes we have together.

y/n sat down on a bench, far far away from all the children screaming and the elders dancing. i hid behind the nearest tree i could find. things got boring. she was just sitting there, staring into space. i had no clue what was going on honestly, i was getting a bit impatient. i was going to step out and confront her until i heard her ringtone go off in her pocket. she got a call.

y/n's pov.

i was just sitting on the bench when i got a phone call. i pulled my phone out of my pocket. shit. it was my father. i hadn't told him i was going out, he's going to throw a damn fit. you hesitated, then answered the call.

"YANG Y/N WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!" my dad yelled through the phone. i didn't even have to put him on speaker for half the park to hear our little convo.

"i-im uh.. im at the park." there was no quite point in lying. you knew he would find out either way. i could already feel that my father was extremely pissed off. lying would have made it worse.

"y/n i expect more from you. you're lucky enough im letting you live in my house thanks to your mother. if it was up to me you would be outta here." he said in a raised voice.
"you are such an ungrateful child. i basically hand everything to you on a gold platter! and you still misbehave like this."

i started getting a little emotional. i didn't know if he was being for real or not. did he honestly think he did that much for me?

"i gave up so much money for your education and so much of my ego and pride for your stupid mistakes! how do you never lear-"

"yes dad, the only thing you've ever cared about was yourself! you are so self centered, do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth? i never wanted to be in an expensive school. i never wanted to come with you on your dumb business trips either, all this shit relates back to you!" you screamed into your phone as tears rolled down your eyes as you continued, "everyone around me has people that actually care about them, it's only me who doesn't! you don't give a shit about how i feel do you?"

he scoffed, "stop being jealous of those people y/n, they have no worth. successfulness is everything that matters in life and im trying to teach you that so you don't screw up like those low class idiots do. your jealous of people that have no worth you know. stop being so dramatic and calm your ass down. i don't want to see you prior to the business meeting on sunday." with that, he hung up the phone.

heeseung's pov.

wow. i always knew that she was never the real "villain" but this isn't want I had expected.

i never knew her father was that cruel. this is the reason why she tried ruining yuna and sunwoo's relationship. this is why she always acts tough. pieces of the puzzle are all slowly coming together. but something was missing. how does she truly feel? does she believe her father or does she really believe in love? i needed an answer from her.

thinking back to what her father said before he hung up, "i don't want to see you prior to the business meeting on sunday." was she not allowed to come home before sunday? where would she stay?

with all these questions in my head i suddenly remembered. y/n. she was no longer on the bench. i looked around to see if she was still nearby but i couldn't even see a piece of her hair. but as i walked over to the bench, i saw a bucket hat, soaking wet in tears.

i was in disbelief. this was the first time i've seen her cry. this bucket hat must be her shield to the world. jealousy had completely taken over her mental health and the way she thinks.

but i still believe there is more hope.