WEDCUFFED (18+)

He's back.

A/n : Are u guys enjoying the story? Your
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             [ Their shared apartment ]

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Seokjin's Pov

No matter how much I want, I still can't avoid him forever, can I? It might be better for me to accept reality and compromise with life.

Actually, shouldn't I be grateful that he held himself for six years or maybe more than that, who knows? 

Letting me be by myself for such a long time, giving me time to complete my study, allowing me to do work of my choice and leaving me untouched, I should… I really should thank him.

A lone tear escaped from the corner of my left eye, which I didn't mind much. As long as my eyesight won't get blurry, I'm okay.

Inhaling a deep breath, I walked to the kitchen counter, took out my apron from one of the top shelves and put it on before going through Google to know about his taste.

Afterall, everyone who hasn't met him personally, claims to know him better.

But only if they can actually see through his  real self…

Those cruel and merciless eyes hidden under his soft and green flag’s facade…

Sometimes, I pity those millions of hearts who wished to be with this man…

But am I in a place to pity someone?

Am I not the one who will be living to see his real, dark and hideous personality all my life?

Am I not the only one who will go through all the bitter experiences and will face harsh consequences if I object?

No one will know what will be happening to me just like they never knew what had happened to me all this while.

But it's better in this way…

No one will label me as shameful, cowardly, timid, etc or curse me for snatching their possible future ‘husband’.

I shook away those negative thoughts and focused on preparing ingredients that will be used for cooking.

Trying not to think about him anymore, I started cooking while glancing at the hanging clock nervously.

Earlier when I didn't know about his arrival, I seriously wasn't planning to cook something as I was in a good mood to skip dinner like I normally do but now, when he's coming, I can't supposedly assume he had already eaten, right?

I'm going to be his ‘partner’ after all, I have to take care of him…no matter how shitty he treats me in return, isn't that funny?

I snickered at my own thoughts before turning off the stove as I was nearly finished cooking, just garnishing left to be done, so I took off my apron and dropped that in the laundry bag together with kitchen gloves. I wash them separately for my satisfaction.