Arranged Marriage with Luhan

Pure Thoughts of Two Lovers

Before anything else, I would like to ask some questions. Should I make the story more exciting? I see that you guys are getting bored with this fic. I see that my ratings are getting low too. (Clarification: It's not like I want my ratings to rise up, it's just I feel that my story is getting boring and boring each chapter)Feel free to suggest guys! I'll try to work on my mistakes. Kamsahamnida~~

Jjeolbae's P.o.V.

I rested my head on the pillow by the couch as I dug myself on my thoughts.I feel that Luhan is a little bit worried about...us. I am too, since I cannot analyze my parents' thoughts nor can I change their plans. I cannot interpret them, and I know if I get to know even a few of their ideas, they would continue on swerving and swerving.

"Here's your paper, Jjeolbae. " A voice rose up as I stared at the speaker. He, Chanyeol, was reaching his hand with a few papers in it. I took it immediately and scanned the interview. The questions which I set were answered with a few words in black ink, much to my contentment.

"Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome. Thanks for making extra questions noona~ it filled our lacking spaces.​" He said and left. I just nodded and smiled as he darted off. I recall making around twenty questions which my mind rejected, but I am glad that it somehow helped them. Then, I shifted from my position as I stared at my backpack which was laid neatly beside the table's foot. I have no more tasks to do, but I still have to study since I want to graduate with a good background.

Athough I would really want to focus myself fully on the lessons, I have to divide my focus. My school life is not the normal one, you see. For an average student, it is about best friends, cars, freedom, a few lessons, and such. For me, it is about business, mafia ties, I think? Hilarious, it is. Not to mention the detective side of mine, and a strange love life-- the strangest for me, I guess.

Even though things are getting worse, and my problems are dragging me down, I know that I should push further. All of us are working hard in this household. We shift tasks and such for us to get a space for reviewing. Each one of us loses ourselves on books, socialization, and a little bit of fun, I guess (The members look free on the outside, but they really are having hardships on the inside). A large amount of pressure was added too, since we are inheritors of large companies.

My mother said that I would be parting with them, but I would fight just to be with them. A few attempts were given where we would separate, and I guess this would be the real deal. My enemies are my parents, you see. It would be harder for me to choose. I still don't know what will happen. I am not certain with the things that I am thinking. Now, I am feeling dizzy with these complications. My brother's case was enough for me, but now, another problem is arising. 

Forgetting the things that are arising in my mind, I got up and zipped my backpack open. I opened a few notes for me to review and took the small lampshade installed by the television's side. I placed it on the outlet neatly and sat on the carpet laid on the floor. There, Istarted studying.

"The debit and the credit..." I said and highlighted the sentence which bore the words I was saying. 

"should match." I said, but I heard someone say the same thing in unison. Another sound was heard, but it was because of a thing. There, I looked up, only to see Luhan standing behind me. 

The sound that I heard-- those were two glasses placed on the table-- one of milk, and one of water. I figured that he was holding those a while ago, since a few hand marks were left. It is now placed a little bit far near me. There, he took his seat in front of me and pushed the glass of water near me.

Luhan's P.o.V. 

I was too shy to sit beside her, although our relation is really close right now. I am still thinking of what my dad said a while ago, but I just have to forget it to ease my nervousness.

"Uh...you might get sick...i...it's late...and besides...it's cold outside." I said, still stuttering. I don't know why. I could think properly with my mind, but when I bring myself to say a few words to her, I get nervous all of a sudden. I can feel my voice shaking, and my hands trembling.

She nodded and smiled, much to my comfort. She took it immediately and drank from the two. She did not get to finish it, but the volume was lessened.

I could see a little bit of marks left from the beverage, and I took my handkerchief immediately, but I had second thoughts. She went back to studying after that and thank me. 

Then, I took a deep breath, together with my courage. 

"You have a few stains over here and there." I said and pointed on her lips. She stared up to me as I took my handkerchief and wiped it. There, I stared carefully at her features: her eyes, her nose, and her cheeks. They may not be that good individually, but everything fits her well. I would like to do the things they do in dramas, especially the 'you-have-a-stain-over-here and suddenly kissing the girl'. It is not so good of me, you see, and I would like to save that on that special day. 

I know that I lack affection: I cannot even hold her hand. But that is because, I respect her very much. I may not get to say things directly, but I know deep inside that I really love her. I have been repeating the word 'respect' to myself everytime I see her, but I guess it has become a habit now.

"You're creeping me out. You have finished removing the stains left, but you kept on getting near me." She chuckled and shivered jokingly. She took her pen and continued writing things.

"Mianhe~" I said nervously and rested my head on the table. I would not want to look at her for a long time again, and I have decided to study too. I took a few of her notes and read it over. I actually understand this lesson, and I suppose Jjeolbae does too. I turned a few pages over as I got to see two words on the lower corner of the sheet. I know Jjeolbae wrote this, since it was her penmanship.

Clara Hilton

How selfish of me. I forgot Jjeolbae's fight. I was too immersed.