Arranged Marriage with Luhan

I'm right, am I not, hyung?

Luhan’s P.o.V.

The voices of the hosts made contribution to the noise in the room along with the endless chatters of the members. They were yelling and shouting and screaming, yet those were not enough to distract me from my thoughts.

Should I really ask Jjeolbae, or should I not?

If not, it will just bug me every hour, every minute, and every second---I will have to live my life with questions lingering my mind.

 But if yes, there would be another set of questions: Is she fine with it? Is she happy? What will happen to me if I say yes? What will happen if I say no?

“Hyung! You’re stealing mine!” Baekhyun shouted as Xiumin left a chuckle.

 I placed my plate on the table in front of me as I rose from my seat. I have finally decided to ask what had happened. I should probably inquire if Chanyeol already confessed, just to confirm, and I should also ask what her reply is, too. I noted myself not to stutter and tremble. I am also thinking of the actions that may occur, and the emotions that I should use , which is fitted for every answer.

My trail of thoughts were interrupted by a presence coming towards me. I looked up to the person as he greeted me: Chanyeol.

“Sup.” He said as I nodded and took out a small smile.

“Sup.”

The two of us crossed each other as he made his way downstairs. The interaction a while ago makes me feel that we still are friends, yet enemies with love. I then brought my feet up to her door and held the metal piece just above my shoulder level. I still am nervous, and I can feel my feet opposing.

I raised the metal piece up and cuffed it on the wooden door a few times. It made sounds which were enough to ease and cover my anxiousness a bit.

I heard a few steps coming towards me as the knob clicked, and the door opened.

“Hey.” The lady occupying the room said.

“Hello, Jjeolbae.” I said as she looked at me with startling eyes.

“Uh...I came to ask you... uh..” I said, but my mind went blank. This is not what I have expected it to be. She looked at me without saying anything, making me fiddle with my fingers.

“Did....Chanyeol....already..?” I asked as a small smile formed on her face. I looked away as I  waited for her reply.

And after a while, she raised her eyebrows,

and nodded.

I nodded back in understanding. A heap of uneasiness began swirling around as I tried regaining my focus.

“What did...uh....you say then?” I asked as she chuckled.

“Yes.”

I felt my heart break, and my sight blurry. I felt like losing the most important thing in the world; or I really just did.

“Why are you fighting over such a little thing?” She chuckled and looked at me.

Over such a little thing? Is that even considered little? Why is she so calm about it?

“Is that all?” She asked as I nodded, and then, she slammed the door shut.

I placed my left hand on the wall for support as I walked down the pathway. I felt crushed, and at the same time, lost. I can feel tears sprouting on my face; and I blame them for not coming out. I want them to get out of me already, along with my hatred, and feelings. I pressed my back on the wall and sat down the floor.

I guess it’s over now.

“Yes.”

She said yes, and I guess she’s contented with it. Probably, she’s now happy. Should I interrupt? I don’t think I should. I don’t want to spoil her happiness:

I don’t want to be a selfish guy. I don’t want to be the selfish Luhan that was going around and destroying stuff...anymore.

That person, Chanyeol, probably meant a lot to him; unlike me. All I did was hurt her every time, and in every chance I got. He was not like me; he has been there from the start, and he was there to support her...always.

“She meant a lot to you, did she?” A voice asked as I looked up: Chanyeol.

He leaned on the wall and crossed his arms. He looked at me sharply and smiled.

“I guess you don’t have any chance anymore.” He said and left out a chuckle.

“Please, you already have her. Let me be, alright?” I asked as he laughed.

“See? You’re at loss.” He said as I nodded in defeat and smiled at last. I just exhaled; he was just stating the facts, and I have no need to make violent reactions.

This is the time...that I know that I can’t do anything to fix what had happened.

This is the time...that I should give up.

“What would you do now?” Chanyeol asked as I shook my head slowly.

“Guess I have to live college life and find someone again.” I said, hoping that he would be convinced. But I don’t think I would find someone like her again. But...we don’t know for sure.

“But would you be satisfied? But would you be happy? But would you be contented?”

I frowned at his question, but it struck me, a lot.

Would I be satisfied?

Of course not. I hate to admit this but, I can’t live without searching for her face, and I can’t live without seeing her smile.

Would I be happy?

No. Why, you ask. I have four words that completely answer this question: She is my happiness. Her smiles are unique, and finely molded like swords. Her humour is good enough to make the eleven laugh. Who would not miss it?

Would I be contented?

No. For the last time. I would search for her, both in my dreams, and in reality.

I probably can’t...survive a day without her.

“See? You’re not.” Chanyeol said, interrupting my thoughts. I frowned again, and looked at him.

“You already have her, but why do you still insist that I like her?” I asked with a high pitch.

“I don’t.” He said as I rose up.

“Then what?” I asked.

“You...love her, don’t you, hyung?” He said and laughed. I just gaped as I looked at him. My words were blocked with a huge boulder, preventing me to speak.

“I’m right, am I not, hyung?”

He went downstairs as I grabbed him by the shoulders midway.

“What are you saying?” I asked as he paused.

“I’m helping you.” He said as I stopped.

“You’re...helping me?” I asked as he looked at me.

“Yes.”