𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

(iv) nightcap

"did you know he had an ex?", shiori asked as she sobered up, looking on as people touched up your hair and make up in your room.

"i didn't", you sighed loudly, running your fingers over the silk robe you had on while your new outfit was being readied for you to wear.

you had a back up outfit. of course you did. all white party when there was so much food and alcohol around? a spillage of some sort was forecasted by you weeks ago.

of course, what you hadn't predicted was that the cause for it would be your fiancé's ex after she'd broken the dress code and insulted you to your face. but you were relaxed because you knew you weren't the bad guy in everyone's story. it was either the ex or kiyoomi.

you sat opposite a tastefully lit vanity and watched the woman beside you sparingly dot blush across your cheeks, blending it in with expertise. the room was warm and bustling with people dropping in to ask whether you were okay along with shit-talking the stunt mari had just pulled.

shiori didn't leave your side, sipping on continuous glasses of water to dilute the alcohol in her system so that she could be there for you. nene and her best friend procured anything you asked for. your favourite cousin asked you if you wanted to get mari fired because she knew someone who majorly sponsored the MSBY black jackals.

you felt like a bride for once.

you were upset, but you had no way of showing it. it was a weakness of yours. opinions were one thing, but when it came to talking about your feelings, you sometimes just couldn't get the words out. you always communicated about 15% of what you actually felt.

all the negative feelings you felt revolved around the answer to one question.

was kiyoomi in love with her? and if so, did you even want to marry him?

there was a knock on the door. you and shiori shared a look, silently speculating who it was this time.

"y/n, it's kiyoomi", you heard, and you sighed.

everyone around you stopped working. you silently nodded to shiori, who directed everyone else to leave the room and allowed your husband-to-be to enter.

you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with this man. the thought didn't scare you so much before, but it terrified you now. you didn't want to be trapped in a marriage where he couldn't love you.

kiyoomi seemed to be walking on eggshells when he entered the room. scared to put a foot wrong. you watched the reflection of him through the vanity mirror. such a nervous look for such a handsome face.

"i'm sorry", he finally said, sitting down on a chair behind you. he undid the button on his blazer as he did.

you turned around to face him, but didn't make eye contact. your hands rested in your lap and you played with your nails.

"why didn't you tell me?", you asked, after pausing long enough to make him hold his breath, "a heads up would've... helped."

"we hadn't gotten around to discussing these things yet", he explained and you could feel his eyes on you, "i'm sorry for not telling you. and for how she spoke to you."

"apologising on her behalf is not helping your case, kiyoomi", you sighed loudly, trying not to sound as agitated as you were, "i'd tell you if any of my exes were a guest at the wedding. not that i have any."

the last part of your sentence made him sit up a bit more straight. "you haven't been in a relationship? ever?"

you looked at him, wondering how he felt about that. but this was good, talking was good. you needed to know more about him.