"Please sir I beg you, don't hit my husband" You clasped your hands and kneeled before the male who is whipping your husband without showing any mercy to the poor soul.
The pitiful screams of your husband echo through the village as none of the civ...
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You glanced at the clock and let out a deep exhale. It was already 5 PM, and Jimin had asked you to be ready by now. A quick glance at your messy clothes filled you with disappointment. As you turned to leave, Mrs. Park suddenly appeared in front of you, causing you to jerk back in fear.
"Are you leaving in that dress?" she asked, her eyes analyzing the outfit you were wearing. You looked down, feeling a gulp of anxiety as you tried to process her words.
"G-going out—How d-did you kn—"
Before you could finish, Mrs. Park pushed you forward, dragging you into her room. You remained still, patiently waiting in her room while nervously averting your gaze. Meanwhile, Mrs. Park seemed immersed in rummaging through her wardrobe.
"Mam, I think I should go—"
"Wait," she simply cut you off, her attention focused on browsing through her collection of dresses. Soon, her eyes landed on an outfit, and she pulled it out from the wardrobe.
Mrs. Park approached you and placed the dress on you to check the size.
"Perfect, I think this would fit you well," she said, smiling warmly. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you glanced at the dress in her hands.
"No-No....Mam, I think I'm fine with my dress, I don't need this—"
"Shush," she hushed you gently, dismissing your protests.
"I wore this dress when I was your age. I think it will suit you perfectly. Go and change into it," she insisted, pushing you towards the bathroom and urging you to change into the given dress.
Nervously, you looked at the dress as you entered the bathroom. Her voice echoed through the door, instructing you to come out only when you had changed.
After some time, you emerged from the bathroom, now wearing the dress she had chosen for you. Mrs. Park turned to look in your direction, her eyes shining with delight as she admired the blue gown that fit you perfectly, just as she had expected.
Mrs. Park turned and looked in your direction, her eyes shining with delight as she admired the blue gown that fit you perfectly, just as she had expected.
"You look good, y/n, better than me when I wore it. It's perfect," she exclaimed, her excitement evident in her voice as she held her palms together.
Nervously, you smiled at her, feeling a slight amount of discomfort under her enthusiastic gaze. Sensing your unease, she gently took your arms and brought you to the mirror.
