Be My Mrs. Choi

0.4: Sorry

▪■| For satellitesuga |■▪

"We don't do anything wrong. Why are you so angry? Shouldn't you be thanking me instead? So rude."
"So you expect to be happy knowing my girlfriend sleeps in the same room as her stalker?!" You can clearly hear Seungcheol shout.
"What made you say that I'm her stalker? She's my tutor. Isn't it normal for a tutor and her student to be together often?"
"You are fluent in English! You don't need a tutor for this! I made my background check on you! You lived in New York before! You can't lie to me! The only reason why you hired her is because you wanted to court her! Unfortunately, you were just a student to her and she'll never see you as someone special! Never in any way you want!"

You heard a bang from the room making you get up and stand by the door. Seungcheol told you stay outside while he 'talks' with Youngsoo. He's angry so you couldn't say no. He even locked the door so you had to stay outside with Daeho.

"Shit. He lost his temper." Daeho whispered.
"What?!"
"I think Youngsoo punched your sweetheart."
"WHAT?!"
"You never told us you have an idol boyfriend. But, I'm not shocked. I just didn't expect it." He simply said like no one is fighting in the room.
"Do you mind if you tell me you have a key to open this door because I need to go in?!" You said annoyed at him and worried about Seungcheol.
"Oh. Sure."

You sighed impatiently as he went to his room to get the key. You still hear noises like they are really fighting and you don't know what to do.

"One of the things I hate about you is that you only care about yourself! And, you think just because you're an idol, you can get anything you want. Well, let me tell you something. Y/N is yours for now. Soon, you'll just cry seeing her with me." You heard Youngsoo.

Daeho came and opened the door. You saw Youngsoo ready to punch Seungcheol again.

"STOP!" You shouted, but Seungcheol had already threw Youngsoo against the wall.
"Stop imagining things. That'll never happen." Seungcheol told him before pulling you out of the room.

He was holding your wrist tightly, too tightly it hurts like his hand is burning your wrist. You struggled to keep up to his fast walking pace.

"Hajima. Hajima." You whispered as you tried to pull your arm away from him.

Your eyes are wet with tears now. It stings. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming from pain. Stop. Stop. Stop. But, he won't. Pabo. Stupid. Idiot.

"Nae sarang." You whispered as your eyesight got completely blurry.

He stopped walking. His grip slowly loosened. He faced you, but you couldn't see his face clearly. He hugged you and whispered.

"Mianhae."