F o r c e d || J.JK

1: The News pt.1

BAAAM!!! Hi pretties, I'm back with my another trashy book! Dont know why youre reading a piece of trash but thank you so much and hope you like this book. Please give me support, it would really help and motivates me :D

*warning:
- lots of errors and misspelling ahead. English is not my first language so please understand  :)
- If you're a person that gets triggered about wrong grammars, I don't think this book is for you :)
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YOUR POV

"So what?!" I shouted out. "I don't want to marry with a person I don't even like?!" I glared at my parents who are sitting on the couch. I got so angry after what my dad said. And I got angrier after knowing who I'll be married to.

"Y/N-ah let mom explain firs-"

"Explain that you're selling me out?!" Suddenly my head shook to the left. I stood in silence and shock. I just got slap..by father. I clench my fist, tears starts to blur my vision as I slowly look up to my father. Im not going to show how it affects me. I'm not going to back down no matter what.

I'm not going to fail once again.

"You-how dare you talk to your parents like that?! We don't raise you to be like that. Whether you like it or not you are getting married and that's it!" My dad left into his room and slam the door hard. My mom gave me a sorry look.

"Y/n-ah you know that was just an anger talk okay? We know that you confuse at the moment but we promise we'll explain you. I have to check on your father." She weakly smile and caress my injured cheek.

I touch my cheek. It stings, it hurts. I smirked. 'Because I said the truth and you slapped me..?' "What's wrong?! What did I do wrong that I have to deserve this?!" I throw a vase that was beside me to the ground. I don't give two fucks if my dad came out and slap me again. I'm so done with this life.

Soon my legs give out and i fell to the ground not caring about the broken vase below me. Dad never treats me like this. But whenever I talk about money, he starts to get mad at me and saying that I know nothing about the world outside. How can i know when hes not even sharing things with me. He always blame me on things. Sometimes i wonder if I was really his child. I wonder does he even love me. I hugged my knees and cried and cried until I heard the door bell rings. I didn't bother to open the door.

When the person busted the door, I just lowered my head. "Oh my Y/N." there, my best friend, Eunha came and hugged me. "Shh..it'll be alright." She patted my head and I cried harder.

"Why me? Unnie (big sis/used for girls), why does it has to be me..?" I weakly let out under her embrace.

She broke the hug and wipe my tears away. "Don't cry, you look ugly." She puts her two index finger and place it on the side of my lips. She pushed it up and smiled at me. "Now you look prettier."

I tried to smile but I can't, they will drop down right away. "Will it be okay?" She helped me and nodded. I sighed and wipe my tears out.

We sat on the couch and she handed me a glass of water. I thank her and drank some.

I'm Y/F/N. I'm 23 years old and I'm in my last year in college. I own a café shop which is kinda like a comic club. I make lots of money there. Since My parents own a company, they're always busy which affect how i grow up. I'm the only child in this family so I grow up alone and become independent. That explains why I have my own shop. I don't like spending my parents money.