Bl Oneshots

Arranged Marriage (Force x book) (3/3)

As both of them sat a little apart from each other, the silence was haunting Force. For some reason, it bothered him deeply because Book had been a cheerful and happy guy before. He had been lively, unlike now, where he seemed like a lost soul.

Book broke the silence, his voice soft and contemplative. "Have you ever felt numb, like you're falling into a void that you can't escape? You want to, but it's a void, and you keep falling deeper."

Force frowned. "No, I haven't."

Book nodded, his gaze distant. "That's what I felt when you said yes at our wedding. Numb." He caressed his arms, shivering from the cold.

Force was silenced by Book's statement, realizing just how unhappy Book was in this marriage. The weight of Book's words hung heavily in the air.

Force looked at him, his voice barely above a whisper. "You hate me that much?"

Book smiled sadly, shaking his head. "I don't hate you. I hate my fate. You're not at fault. My fate is." He stood up, brushing off the sand. "Let's go. It's getting colder. Too much cold will freeze you if you're alone."

Without another word, he walked towards the car, leaving Force

As they left to go back home, Book remained silent, lost in his thoughts. When they arrived, Book noticed his parents' car in the front yard. He tensed up, not entirely prepared for this encounter.

The moment Book entered the house, his mother rushed to him, holding his hand. "How is he? Is he being treated well?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Book forced a disappointed smile and gently pushed his mother's hands away. His father reached out, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, but Book averted his gaze, silently indicating his exhaustion. "Force, please welcome them. I'm tired; I need to rest

Force nodded, understanding the unspoken tension. "Of course," he said, stepping forward. "Welcome, please have a seat." He led Book's parents to the living room, making them comfortable.

Seeing Book's bitter attitude toward them, his parents exchanged glances, their expressions filled with regret. They knew they were at fault and could do nothing but accept their son's cold demeanor.

Force watched the interaction, noting the unspoken pain in Book's eyes and the guilt in his parents'.

"Can I get you anything?" Force asked politely. "Tea or coffee, perhaps?"

Book's mother shook her head, her eyes lingering on the hallway where Book had disappeared. "No, thank you," she replied softly. "We're fine."

Force nodded, sitting down opposite them. "He just needs some time," he said gently. "It's a lot for him to process."

Book's father sighed. "We know. We just hope he understands that we did what we thought was best for him."

Book's mom sighed deeply, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and hope. "Now we take our leave," she said softly. She turned to Force, her gaze earnest. "Please, kindly treat Book well. He is the only treasure I have."

Force nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. I'll take good care of him, you have my word."

Book's father stood up, offering Force a firm handshake. "Thank you,"

As Book's parents made their way to the door, his mother glanced back one last time, her eyes lingering on the hallway where Book had retreated. "Goodbye, Force. Take care."

"Goodbye," Force replied. "Drive safely."

As the door closed behind them, Force stood in the quiet entryway