Flowery Arrangement

Prologue

Hwang Naeun

The so called love around me has warned me very well to stay away from it.

I had seemed to see enough about love. Not like I was so obnoxious to scoff at people who are in love but honestly, it had never been my thing.

Looking at my parents who were arguing as some cursing words echoed in the large mansion that they lived in and the one that I used to live in.

I looked down at my fiddling fingers as memories occupied my mind.

"No, please dad, no!", I ran after my father who said that he was leaving the house forever.

I looked back towards my mom who was sitting on the couch with her shoulders folded and an 'I don't care' attitude flashing on her face.

My eyes were filled with tears, my heart beating faster than ever. My whole body trembling because of the scary thoughts that I was having.

'What if they actually divorce? What if my father actually go away for ever?'

After all, I was just a 14-year-old girl.
I wasn't strong. Even if my sister assumed me to be, I wasn't strong. Even if I misunderstood myself to be strong, I wasn't strong.

That 14 year old girl wanted to cry just as bad as a now 26 old woman wants to cry.

Kim Taehyung

Love is beautiful but do I deserve beautiful things?

"Why haven't you got A+ in your test? Why have you got A?", my father yelled at me.

A slap landed on my left cheek soon afterwards, which I was expecting. A burning sensation could be felt on my cheeks.

I closed my eyes, still looking down.
What was I supposed to say? I tried my best, my literal best but nothing seemed to make my father contented.

"Why aren't you answering?", he shouted yet again. I, with all the guts that I had, looked up at him.

With my trembling lips, I managed to answer, "I am so sorry to disappoint you, father. I will do better in the exams."

He chortled and then gave me a slap again.
My face turned because of the force as tears finally streamed out.

"Now he's crying. Men don't cry but you are an exception. Weak ass.", he snapped at me and then exited the house.

All the workers and bodyguards were looking at me with pity but there stood my mom, looking at me with no expressions at all. Even she thought that I deserved all this.
I hated this word 'pity' I was tired of getting it from people.

My mom walked towards me with brisk steps and her brows joined together.
As soon as she was infront of me, she whisper yelled, "Are you so shameless? Stop crying now! Go to your room and study. I don't want bad grades again!"

That was it, I felt like giving everything up.
Why were they like this?
I quickly wiped my tears and walked away to my room as fast as I could.

Why was my life like this?

I just sought love but why was it so hard for them to give? Why did they just expect me to be perfect?