Marry me! | kth

Deal

Y/N's pov

I quickly pushed him away as i said those words. He backed away a little, that gun was still in his hands. First of all, I needed to get that thing away from him.

"So" he said with a sigh and continued "you agree?" Nope.

"We can talk this out" I started "only if you put that gun aside" he raised an eyebrow at me as I said those words but tossed the gun on the bed anyway.

He was still closer to the gun since my bed is opposite to the door where he is standing right now so the bed is basically just beside him. I needed to get closer to the bed.

I started walking towards him while he looked at me with a blank face. Maybe he knew what I was doing. But as long as he isn't doing anything, it's good. Soon I was infront of him and then started walking around him, on his right hand side where there was the bed. I reached there and stopped. I started walking backwards towards the bed. Our eyes were locked all along.

It was so obvious that I was trying to get the gun, but he didn't seem to mind. It kinda looked like I was inviting him for a fuck.

I kept walking backwards and eventually, the back of my knees hit the bed making me sit on it with a thud. I let out a small squeal because ouch, that hurt.

Without wasting anytime, I grabbed the gun which he had randomly threw on the bed and pointed it towards him. But... He had no such expression a person has when a real gun is pointed at them. I even get scared of toy gun while knowing that it's a toy gun. He was rather calm... and looked dangerous. His hands were in his pockets and he was poking his inner cheek with his tongue just like he did in the morning.

"Hah! What did you think? I would agree to your stupid idea of us getting married? Not in a million years" I agree that I was acting a little bit too confident when the guy before me didn't even flinch when I pointed the gun at him. Maybe this thing isn't loaded? Who cares.

I'm not gonna talk about the gun being heavy because OBVIOUSLY.

"You're not gonna listen to me right?" He asked in a calm voice.

"No" I answered simply, the gun still pointed at him and my hand was hurting so badly but I didn't want to back off.  But the pain was soon turned into relif as the weight of the gun from my hands was rather snatched away. One second the gun was in my hands and the other sec, it's in his.

The relif was soon turned into panick. As I tried to get up from the bed but before I do that, a leg was slammed against the side of my hip, on the bed but not touching me. I flinched and looked up at him whose upper body was bent downwards, the gun in his hand pointing towards me lazily as his elbow was resting on his thigh.

"Tch, why do you even try when you know you're not gonna succeed, baby" uhhh, him and his nicknames.

"Oh come on!" I said being frustrated. "Why do you even want to marry a girl who doesn't even give a shit about you? Don't you have any self respect?"

"Oh, come on!" He exclaimed sarcastically. "Why are you acting as if I am gonna lick you up or something?"

"Excuse me?" I said looking at him up and down.

"I mean, lock you up. Why are you acting like I am gonna lock you up in my house or something? That's just ridiculous" he finished finally loosing his leftover patience.

And he was right tho. This thing never came in my mind but that was my actual fear to be honest. Even though I say that I am strong and all but to be honest, I am just so sensitive and the fear of not being able to protect myself and my rights and lefts just kinda makes me- you know?