Summary:
Seungkwan’s family found out his uncommon relationship with Vernon. Because of that, his mother engaged him to a girl from another upstanding family. Seeing no way out from it, Seungkwan wanted Vernon to not wait for him, to leave him in Joseon.
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Lily - Daisuke Ishiwatari
Lily, you've not changed a bit.
The sky is not the same no more today.
There is no turning back.
“You will marry Miss Chaeri from Lee Family.” The finality and not up for argument tone in that strong voice pressed heavily on Seungkwan’s shoulders as the young man never once lifted his gaze from the piece of light blue handkerchief lying in defeat on his small writing table, to meet his mother's.
“Is that understood?” The woman asked with anger barely slipped into her voice when there was only silence responded to her words.
Dull eyes rose slowly when Seungkwan, for the first time since minutes ago, finally acknowledged his mother’s presence in his room. “Yes.” The short remote answer slipped out between the black haired man’s pale lips making the other presence standing in the middle of his square lavish room almost flinched at the uncaring tone.
The corner of her lips twitched slightly at the answer she got from her only son, a silence huff escaped from her lips which trembled with contained anger before she turned around swiftly with full grace and left the room hastily. The Mistress of Boo Household almost slid the paper door close harshly if not for her need to glance at her son again. “Cut every tie with him. I don't want to hear his name again and I want you to get rid of those filthy things.”
Gritting his teeth as he closed his eye shut tight, Seungkwan just stayed unmoving on the floor where he had been sitting cross legged when his mother closed the door and even told one of the servants to keep an eye on him, making sure the young man didn't leave his room. His hand clenched into fist above his knee, his nails embed deep crescent shape on his palm, trying to stimulate the pain until it could overwhelm his own held back anger and maddening disappointment.
Sharp intake of breath hitched Seungkwan’s train of messy emotion into a halt as wetness washed his fogged stare into clearness. His dark brown eyes once again found its way to his handkerchief, staring longingly at it as he prayed to Heaven to grant him a wish to meet his loved one again. He would have wished for the same thing for the hundredth time in his life when a loud muffled sound came from outside his room. He looked around, as if the answer would somehow written itself on his wall before he heard his manservant called from the outside his room. “ Naeuri...”
“What is it?” Seungkwan asked, not moving from his spot inside the room as he glared at the closed door separating him and the young servant. The far muffled sound was still filling the space of his home. “What’s happening?”
There was no immediate answer from the other side, angering the young noble furthermore after his clash with his mother. “Tell me what it is.” He roared aloud, anger was thick in his voice and the bang of his fist slamming onto his table sent his manservant to bow down until his head reached the wooden floor, he knew from the silhouette on his paper door.
Small shaky sigh slipped past the paper door and Seungkwan realized that he had scared his servant with his short temper, he blamed himself for not able to hold it in, yet the handkerchief in his hand told him that he had any right to be angry. However he still needed to have his servant to tell him what had happened outside, thus he calmed himself and called the servant to come into his room and told him directly.
