Truce ¿Huang Renjun?

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To say that he was nervous was an understatement, after all their plan was riding on this. His shaky hands fixed the tie over his tuxedo, before his fingers weaved through his hair.

Eyes glancing one last time at the rear view mirror before he let out a sigh, he didn't expect this to happen so fast in this 'relationship'-well of course Eunha had explained everything over the phone.

"So what happened? Why is this happening so fast"

"I'm sorry Renjun"

Eunha dragged the last letter of his name as he let out a sigh. Renjun could already envision the nervousness the girl was exuding even when he can't see her.

"It's ok, this was going to happen one way or another right?"

"Yep, so is next week good for you?"

He let out another sigh, trying his best to convince himself that everything will be smooth sailing as he rang the gate-bell. The said barrier opened revealing a beta that he could only assume was a guard, the man blinked at Renjun before gesturing him to the door.

"Oh...uhm thank you?" Renjun responded, well more like asked as he made his way on the front door. His hands were undeniable shaky, which was a mystery to him as he shouldn't be this nervous, after all this was a fake relationship.

He and Eunha have both figured out and shimied the story so it would be a full proof lie that they won't get caught.

He inhaled then exhaled a couple times, reminding himself of who this was really for.  But he found himself sweating when he heard the booming voice of a man just on the other side of the door.

"When will he get here?!"

"Dear, please be patient, you've only been waiting for a couple seconds"

"Papa, please don-"

"Shush my precious, my face will be the last thing he sees if he ever try anythi-"

"Haneul, if you don't shut the fuck up I will throw you into next Tuesday"

Before he could hear more terrifying ways of how he would probably die, he pressed the doorbell without thinking.

Not even a second later the door burst open. He looked up to be met with eyes as dark as the abyss glowering down at him.

He was lying if he said that it did nothing to him, heck he almost flinched and positioned himself into a fighting stance.

"So, you're Hyejun's son?"

Renjun gulped as he fixed his posture, shaking the out stretched arm of his elder towards him.

"Y-yes sir"

Fuckkkkk

He cursed himself as he stuttered his answer, his voice slightly cracking. He met the eyes of Haneul, who glared at him ever so slightly.

He glanced just a bit past him, the house was decorated well. Much more cozier than the last time he had been here, given that the last time was a party for the truce.

"Renjun! You're here!"

He released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Eunha pushed past his father and next to him. The girl noticed the tense atmosphere and cleared her throat.

"Papa this is Renjun, Renjun this is my dad"

"Pleasure"

Haneul's tone was icy and almost menacing making Renjun suck in his breath once again. Terrifying was an understatement for the elder, but he remained his composure once again shaking the hand of the elder with new found confidence.

"The pleasure is mine, sir"

"Let's go inside!"