fog of vengeance | h. ran

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Y/N's sitting with her back leaning against the headboard. She has been trapped in her room for eighteen days. Ran threatens her not to go out of the place. It sounds rough, but it surprises Y/N that he always visits her twice a day. First before he goes to work and second after he gets back from work. The room is quiet with only the sounds of the clock ticks. She's about 95% has recovered, all the bruises she had has disappeared. Y/N usually spends her day sleeping, playing with her phone and reading books. Her thoughts snap when she hears a click from the door.

"How are you feeling?" Ran walks towards her while rolling up his sleeves.

"Like a living corpse. I don't even know what the outside world looks like now." Y/N's pissed off with him. He actually likes locking her up in a cell. He sits down next to her, as suddenly his hands touch her face. Y/N's eyes widening. Ran presses down the faded bruises spots gently. "They are gone," Y/N slaps his hand away. "Of course they are gone. Now get me out of here." Ran lets out a big sigh. "Tomorrow. You can already go to work." He stands up, as his eyes travel around her room. "Y-You mean, I can go out?"

"Why? You don't like that?"

Y/N shrieks back. "Of course I do like that." Now there's a smile on her face. She's finally happy. She can go out after eighteen days of spending her days in hell. He walks to the door. "Take care." He mumbles softly before slamming the door closed. Wait what. Y/N jumps out of her bed as she runs out for him. "W-What did you say just now?" Ran continues his walk, ignoring the female's following him. "Go back to your bed." He whispers, walking down the stairs. "Oh—Oh..." Y/N mutters under her breath while watching him walking to the big exit.

He looks so fine even from his back.

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Y/N chuckles out loud as she slumps down the seat. "It feels good to be back." She rarely smiles around people, but now, she has a reason to smile. Freedom. Y/N inhales, gathering the scent of her office. Until someone knocks the door. "State your name and reason." She stretches both of her arms. The door opens slowly, revealing the person who is bowing down. "Ah, Hirota." The assistant smiles as he makes steps to Y/N's desk.

"It's good to have you back." Y/N nods as she fixes her suit. "As you can see," Hirota places down a file on her table. "Today you're going to visit the XXX Art Museum with Mr Haitani Ran. The museum's team themselves invite you in. There's a special occasion there for today." Y/N's eyebrows slowly attach near each other. "Why him?" Now Hirota is the one who's frowning. "Him what, Mrs?"

"Why Ran?" Hirota's lips parting as he shakes his head up and now slowly. "Ah, I see. It's because the team expects for your newlyweds to join in. You'll be their VVIP guests." Y/N's lips curl, as she raises her chin up. "We aren't newlyweds. We've been married for almost three months already." Hirota smiles with both of his eyes closed. "Doesn't that count as newlyweds?" Y/N clicks her tongue in annoyance. "What time is it?" She rests her head down on the table. "After lunch. At 2:00pm. Mr Haitani's driver will be the one who picks you up." Y/N lifts her head up.

"Can't I go here with my own driver?" Hirota shakes his head. "I'm afraid you can't. You have to act like true newlyweds couples. There'll be some media too." Y/N sighs heavily. "That's so cool." She mocks. "Thank you, now I'll be taking a nap for some moment. You may leave." Hirota bows down again, closing the file in his hand. "Pardon me," He says before leaving Y/N alone in her office. Y/N stares down on her phone. It's still early. There's still some time for her to sleep.