MAFIA | GYUHAN [COMPLETED]

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"So how come you got married so young?"

Sehun asked me. We had met in an empty classroom to practice a choreography we had been taught earlier, and right now we were laying on the floor, catching our breaths after two hours of practice. Sehun was as passionate as I was about dancing, and although he didn't say it, I was certain he wanted to prove he was good enough to be here.

"Hmm... It was more like an arranged marriage." I replied, not in the mood to come up with a story of how I had fallen in love.

"Arranged marriage? That's... very old fashioned." He arched his brows and I laughed.

"Yeah..."

"So your parents choose him for you?" He asked, not very convinced. I nodded.

"Did you know him before?"

"I only saw him once."

"Isn't that very awkward, though? Like, you just met him and then you have to live with them? I've been going out with my boyfriend for three years and I wouldn't move in with him yet."

I understood his curiosity, I'd also once thought arranged marriages were impossible in this century.

"Mingyu takes care of me." I shrugged. "And he's nice."

"So you do like him?" He smiled.

"Woah. We met exactly three weeks ago and you're already asking me all these things?" I said only half seriously.

"Sorry. It's just... peculiar and I was curious, but I'll drop it." He explained lightly and got up from the floor to look for his phone in his bag.

I really wished I could talk about my situation with someone. I hadn't seen Ren since that day almost a month ago, and even then everything had been rushed and I hadn't been able to explain my feelings. From my initial outrage that was slowly fading but returned with full force every time Mingyu gave me an order, to my surprise and confusion whenever he went out of his way to be nice to me. Keeping everything bottled up and crying in the shower was killing me.

"I don't," I said.

"Huh?" Sehun had been distractedly checking something on his phone.

"I don't like my husband," I repeated.

"Really? That must be hard." He came closer to me again and sat down, and I hugged my knees.

"It's... it's like he owns me now and I have no choice but to do what he says." I admitted.

"That's awful." He murmured.

"Is it? Because I wouldn't be here without him. Without him, I'd be a waiter in some restaurant with no future and no nothing. And he's kind to me. Like, really kind. Just this morning he prepared and served our breakfast when he has a maid to do that. And yesterday he told me I was free to change his room, our room, more to my liking if I wanted."

"That doesn't sound too bad..."

I shook my head.

"Don't you think you could eventually like him?" Sehun asked slowly as if choosing his words carefully.

"I don't know. I don't know..." I whispered and my eyes watered.

"Han... it's okay..." He hugged me, drawing me closer to him and tried to comfort me. I hid my face in his chest, my tears soaking his shirt.

I couldn't help but get like this whenever I thought about the future. If I managed to get away from Mingyu, would I have to live forever afraid of him finding me and killing me? If I ever wanted to be with someone, how would I explain this? And if I just accepted it and stayed, what would happen to me when I was no longer young and beautiful? When wasn't it so thrilling to watch me anymore? Would he discard me, and what would I do then, with no life of my own?