MY POSSESSION

🍃 EVENING GUST 🍃

*AUTHOR'S POV*

"I'm sorry, babe, you know I was at my grandmother's place, that's why I couldn't call you," Zayn said, calling his girlfriend Gigi immediately after Harry left. "You didn't even pick up my call, Zee. I was so worried. You should've let me know. Calling me once wouldn't hurt," Gigi said. Zayn could hear the pout in her voice. "She was admitted to the hospital, babe." Zayn jumped on the bed and sighed, finally laying down after a long-ass flight. "I'll meet you tonight at our usual place, okay? Please don't be upset~" His voice trailed off when he heard a soft knock on his door. "Zayn, umm, your parents asked me to tell you to come downstairs," the voice belonged to Harry, and that was enough for Zayn to jolt up from the bed. "Who's voice is that, Zayn?" Zayn looked at the door and slapped his forehead. "I'll tell you later." Zayn jumped out of bed, almost falling, just to get to the door, but Harry was already gone. "Zayn, are you there?" Gigi asked, her tone becoming like a cop in an interrogation. "Yes, babe, I'm here. Listen, my parents are calling me. I'll call you later, okay?" Zayn said, cutting the call without even waiting for her reply.

"You couldn't even wait for me, Harreh?" Zayn growled, not caring who was there. "You were busy, so..." he said, looking up at Zayn, a little taken aback. "I was just on the phone," he said, sitting down beside Gong, who looked at him, raising his eyebrows. "Busy on the phone, sir," he said in a correcting tone, and Zayn immediately narrowed his eyes at the kid's audacity. "Why are you even mad at him?" Taehyung said, wiggling his eyebrows, and that annoyed Zayn even more. "When did you get home?" Zayn asked him, and Taehyung flung his phone somewhere on the sofa. "I was just at college, Hyung. I wasn't away to get married," Taehyung said, obviously to tease Zayn, and Harry looked down, feeling suddenly small. "He wasn't away to marry me. The marriage was a trap that we both unfortunately fell into," Harry defended. He just felt like he needed to say something. "Oh wow, you're really interesting," Taehyung said, looking at Harry, giving his usual charming grin. "What is there to be interested in?" Zayn asked with a heavier tone, his eyes stuck on Harry. "That's how mature he is, and he's younger than me," Taehyung said, completely fond of the dimpled boy. "Okay, enough. Joon and Thyme will be home soon. You should meet them too," Yeon said, suddenly accepting the entire thing happily, I should say. "I'm looking forward to it then. Also, sir, I would like to discuss our living arrangements here, like how this is going to work," Harry said. Oh, Harry was making Zayn more and more annoyed with his all-grown-up self. "Woah? Who are you, a businessman?" Taehyung said, kind of shocked, as he slapped Zayn on his back. "I'm sorry if I come off as rude, but it's about the expenses of me and my brothers that I'd like to share, as I don't like us to be a burden on you," Harry said, standing up. Yeon and Gong looked at each other; hell, they could never have imagined a boy like him. "You talk too much, do you know that? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're so wealthy that you can do anything with money?" Zayn clenched his jaw and glared at Harry, and Harry didn't understand what was wrong. "Zayn? Why are you being angry? I think, from his perspective, he isn't saying anything wrong," Yeon said, agreeing with him, and Zayn looked at him in disbelief. "Mr. Zayn... We will break the ties eventually, so I don't want to take any kind of advantage of this situation," Harry spoke again, as softly and politely as he could, so as not to make Zayn any madder. "Then I have a suggestion for you," Gong said before Zayn could yell some more at his newly wedded husband or wife, whatever he wanted to call him. "Yes, sir," Harry said with an obedient nod, and Zayn hated everything about this boy right here. "First, practice calling me Dad or Baba, whichever you prefer," Gong said, and Harry gave him a shy smile. Zayn watched Harry's every single move, and Taehyung watched Zayn. "If you think this way, then sure, you can bear your own expenses, but not now, not until you ultimately break the tie with us," Gong said, and judging from how Zayn's jaw tightened more, he didn't like that. "I quite didn't understand you, sir," and that's it, Zayn got up in frustration, making Harry slightly flinch, which made Zayn frown. "Dad, and what I meant was, I will take care of you and your brothers until you are at an age where you can take your own responsibility without any difficulties," Gong said and looked at Zayn with curious eyes, like, what the hell was going on with his son. "Okay, sir, ~ I mean, Baba, but I still would like to spend here and there, so you don't have to take all the responsibility," Gong sighed but nodded his head. Harry was pushing enough, and this seemed fair to him, but not to Zayn, apparently. "Wait, wait, I don't understand," Zayn said, looking at his parents like they were betraying him in some way. "What don't you understand, Zee?" Yeon asked, looking at Zayn, then Harry, trying to see what was bothering his older son so much. "Why are you saying all these to Baba? I told you to talk about the school stuff, and if you wanted to talk about money and responsibilities, you should've said this to me. I am supposed to take care of you and your brothers? Do you think I can't? I will get a job to provide if I have to... GRANDMA LITERALLY GAVE YOU TO ME!" As Taehyung threw his head back, silently laughing, Harry was horrified, and Zayn's parents were dumbfounded. "Woah, woah, what is going on? Why so much yelling?" Jin said, coming down the stairs. He was with Jungkook and Ren, talking to them, making them a little comfortable. "GAVE ME TO YOU? First, my grandpa thought it was fine to make a deal with your grandma that involved me, and now you think Grandma Donna gave me to you? Do you think of me as a giveaway? Hell, I'm a bloody human being!" Harry snapped. He wasn't the person to get mad, but objectification was something he couldn't digest easily, not that he should. "THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU MARRY ME THEN?" Zayn yelled, now inches apart from Harry, towering over him with his shaking body. "You were there for three days. You knew from the beginning you were getting married to me. You knew my name, you saw my face. Meanwhile, I didn't. I just got to know I was getting married when the registration certificate was given for me to sign," Harry said in a calm tone this time, trying to control the urge to cry. A lump started to form in his throat. "THEN YOU SHOULD'VE DECLINED!" Zayn kept yelling. He didn't like to be looked down on, and for Harry to talk to Gong about this instead of Zayn made him feel this way. "I couldn't, okay? She saved my life once. Seeing her like that in the hospital bed, I couldn't. I felt like I owed my life to her in that moment, so I agreed," he said softly, and Zayn's gaze softened at how small Harry looked right now, but then again, he was a madman. "WELL THEN I OWN YOU NOW, WHETHER YOU ACCEPT IT OR NOT!" Zayn said. You couldn't contain something bottled up for years; somehow, someway, it was going to come out, especially in front of the person because of whom you were forced to bottle it up.