fog of vengeance | h. ran

ｅｌｅｖｅｎ

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 11
ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛ

"Huh?" Y/N stretches her body forward.

Mihara
Pick my calls, Ran.

Y/N's face is tight. Just who's this person? She slowly put her finger down, wanting to answer that call. Maybe she'll say Sorry, bitch. But this area's connection is fucking not in a good reach so please stop fucking calling. She leans even forward, looking up. And Ran's walking her way. Uh oh. Like a lighting, she turns around, holding her chopsticks again and pretending nothing happened. She fits all the squids, eggs, into her mouth as she munches aggressively.

"S-Someone called you earlier." Ran just hums before leaving the restaurant with his phone. How rude. Is that person so important that you had to act like that?! Y/N squeezes the fish cake with her chopsticks, hard. Grabbing a glass, she drinks impatiently. She stands up, grabbing her bag as if she has lost in gambling. "I want to pay for that." She takes out some Korean money out of her pocket. "No need, Mrs. That Mr. already paid for that."

"That bastard..." Y/N raises one hand at the worker before she gets out of the restaurant. She has no idea where Ran goes to answer that woman's call but— "I can't." Ran says. Y/N squints her eyes a little, feeling like a detective. She hides behind the wall, eavesdropping for the conversation. She has no idea what the woman in the line is talking about and only hears Ran's deep voice. "She is my wife, Mihara."

"Fake marriage or not, she is still my wife." Y/N's eyes slightly widening. No no. That must be one of the tricks from a womaniser like him. "I'll meet you when I return back to Japan." He ends the call. Y/N shuts her mouth up before sneaking like a ninja to walk away from him. Just one thing she needs to know and one thing she's curious about. Just who the bloody hell is Kina Mihara?

• • •
Y/N's sitting at her seat, in the private jet in silence. She has been thinking, who's Kina Mihara? Last night, Y/N swear, her and ran don't speak to each other at all. They return back to the room at night and Ran has gone out. Y/N was waiting for him, yet, he still wasn't there. He must've been somewhere else either fucking cute Korean girls or having a chat with that Kina Mihara woman. She sits silent, staring at the clouds through the square window. She's lost in her own thoughts. Maybe she should ask him. Or not. She doesn't want to show that she cares about his acquaintance.

Y/N stands up, making her way to Ran in the calmest and coolest way she can. And he's on his phone again. "You were silent the whole night yesterday." He puts his phone down, staring at Y/N who's standing tall in front of him. "Where did you go last night?" Ran frowns. "Why?" Y/N shakes her head. No no. I can't do this. "I— I was just wondering," Her gaze avoids his, looking for a view to focus on. "Just wondering..?" The man repeats her hanging question. "W-Who..."

"W-Who is Ki—"

The jet shakes, the wind gets oddly strong. Y/N loses her balance, she has to grip to clutch on. She falls forward, landing on his chest as her fingers clutch on his shirt. Y/N's eyes widening in surprise, the wind is really messing up with her. The smell of his cologne hits her smelling sense. He smells so good. It isn't too strong, it smells just calm and— relaxing. It's a smell that you want to smell, and smell, and get closer. What the hell am I saying?! The jet shakes again. She feels it, Ran places one arm at her back like a hug. "The wind's strong today, isn't it."

Y/N steps back, quickly goes back to her seat. "What the fuck was that...." Her breath is unsteady, in and out. He and her were so close. So close. The closest one. She touched him. He touched her. That was so near. I was supposed to push him away. Curse at him. Mad. Slap him. Yet— Y/N starts to hate herself. She's beginning to show him her weakness. Which is a thing that she'll never do in her life, she swore. Y/N glances at the back, stalking him. He's looking at the window. God, Y/N sighs, leaning on the seat.