Enemies (Sunghoon Park)

27.

The weekend came.

She didn't want to get up.

"I wish you never came back" she said laying straight in her bed, facing the ceiling.

Kang came in.

"Kyung..." he called out as he went closer to her bed.

She looked at him.

"Um..they-" "want me to get ready?" She finished his sentence.

He nodded hesitantly.

She walked towards her bathroom, trusting the plan sunghoon gave her.

She took a long shower, then started to get ready.

Doing her makeup and now picking out her dress.

Just then her mother came in, and placed a dress on her bed.

"Wear this" she smiled then left.

The dress was beautiful only if she wore it infront of sunghoon.

She changed into the dress and looked in the mirror.

The dress hugged her figure and defined her curves perfectly.

"It looks a bit inappropriate though and it's a little uncomfy" she fidgeted in her dress.

The door opened to reveal her mother who told her to come down as they were leaving.

She took her white purse and took a breath before leaving.

They reached the venue in 30 minutes and she couldn't be more nervous then now.

As they walked inside, it got more difficult to breath.

It was suffocating.

As soon as they entered the main hall, an old man almost the same age as her father approached them.

He greeted them with a smile.

"Oh so here is, Ms.Song" she smiled awkwardly.

"Kyung this is Mr.Seo, you'll be getting married to his son"

Uncomfortable.

[ Song Kyung ]

I want to leave right away.

This old man is scaring the shit outta me.

My father greeted a boy, he seemed arrogant.

"We should leave them to talk" they all left.

Why are yall freaking leaving me with a guy?! That I don't even know?!

"Let me tell you this beforehand, you'll become my wife and stay under my hand, you'll do everything I say and everything I want"

Jerk.

"Foolish of you to think I'll ever marry you" I smirked.

"As if you have a choice" "Oh, I do" he's getting on my nerves.

"I think we should talk somewhere private" he said squinting his eyes.

"I think we rather not" I started to walk away.

He harshly grabbed my wrist and lead me somewhere.

I squirmed in his grip wanting him to let go.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I was beyond angry.

"Listen here, princess" he came so close, it was inappropriate.

My back hit the wall and he trapped me in his hands.

He ran his hands up and down my body, I was disgusted.

"Back off" pushing him I ran for dear life.

He was a jerk.

No way I'm marrying a guy like him.

My phone rang.

Sunghoon.

"Hello?"
"Oh please for goodness sake, when you'll be here?"
"I'm outside"
"I'll try to come out then"

[ Author Pov ]

She was getting away.

As she was going away kang went after her.

"Kyung" she looked back "You're going..?" She nodded "atleast say goodbye to me" she hugged her brother ever so tightly.

"Take this" he gave her a credit card.

"You can't use yours they'll track you" he said as she smiled and hugged him again.

"Be safe young one" he ruffled her hair as she ran outside.

Sunghoon was sitting on his bike waiting for her.

As soon as she came out and closer to him, he gave her his black jacket and they both went off.

After a while, they took a break when they were way further from the venue.

It was dark.

As they both looked at each other they laughed.

"I can't believe we just ran away" she said.

"Okay can I just...you look sexy" he pushed away the jacket to look at her properly.

"Damn should we get a room?" He joked and she lightly slapped him on the shoulder.

"The guy was a total jerk, felt me up and down" she was traumatised.

"That freaking son of a bitch, he dare touch my girlfriend" he raged.

As they both joked around, suddenly there were alot of cars, surrounding them in every possible way leaving no place to escape.

Out came Song Dong il, Kyungs father and Park Hyun Jae, sunghoons father.

Mr. Song grabbing his daughter's arm and taking her away.

"No! Sunghoon- ah!" She way dragged away same goes to sunghoon who was also harshly dragged away.

And what happened to them...

Yall gotta wait for that.

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