Beauty and The Beast - A Bboing Fanfic

A Fairytale

~ Beast ~ 

For the first time in my life, I realized that I was wrong about so many things. It was unfortunate that I never cared about Boyoung's part of the struggle. Earlier she had tried to make me understand, but I never doubted that she might be hiding something.

Lying on the bed next to her, I regretted everything I had said and done to her. She was merely trying to live up to her father's expectations because she always felt indebted to him. It was true, that if it were not for Mr. Park, she would not have lived. Not only did he accept her mother, but he loved Boyoung like his daughter. 

She was asleep on my arm that night but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't believe that I had been so harsh on her without knowing all about her.

"Oppa," she mumbled in her sleep and I quickly patted her head to put her back to sleep. 

She slept peacefully for a little longer before she opened her eyes. I was guilty of the things I had done so I looked away. 

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked in her sweet voice. 

"Umm, I wanted to make sure you were okay..." I said without looking at her. 

She put her little hand on my face and turned it towards her. She looked sad but calm. 

"I am fine as long as I'm with you," she said smiling faintly. 

"Huh," I sighed swallowing a lump in my throat. "I'm sorry, I really am,"

"It's okay! Stop saying that," she said squeezing me in a hug. 

I patted her head as she sunk her face into my chest.

"Since when did you know that Mr. Park wasn't your father?" I asked because I wanted to understand her pain. 

"On my eighteenth birthday, I overheard him talking to my mother in front of her picture," she said. 

"Hmm, does he know that you know?" I asked. 

"No," she said. 

She popped her head up and looked at me. I smiled at her and caressed her face. 

"You love him a lot, don't you?" I asked. 

"I do," she nodded. "Not just because of what he did for me, but because he has been the best father," 

"We will go and talk to him, I'm sure he will forgive me," I said. 

"He will forgive us," she said nodding. 

Her silky locks of hair were falling on her face. I tucked them at the back of her ear and kissed her on the forehead. 

"I will never let anything hurt you now," I assured. 

"I know," she said placing a kiss on my arm. "But why do you hate your mother so much?" she asked.

Even the mention of that woman made me feel agitated. But I had to keep my impulses under control because I couldn't hurt Boyoung again.

"She's not fit to be called my mother!" I said taking a deep breath.

"But what did she do?" 

I didn't want to tell her but she was looking right into my eyes. She was hopeful that just like she had opened up about her past, I would not keep any secrets either. Even if I wanted to ignore her question I was compelled to answer. But I had never said that to anyone before so my lips quivered.