Book 2: The Seventeen Heirs Series; Jeon Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN FANFIC)

EPILOGUE

JEON WONWOO'S POV

Mom was hugging Leanne when I came back. I didn't go to then as I watch then being surrounded by my siblings. I stayed beside the door and watched them fuss over her and the ring on her hand.

After sharing breakfast, I decided to take her home and tell Mom and Dad about our engagement. Leanne doesn't want it, but I won't waste any more time. I want to be with her, forever.

I called Mom, and I told her we have an important announcement to make. She seemed to guess what will happen, that's why she even called all of my siblings. I wish she didn't. They were practically harassing me. They even tried convincing Leanne to change her mind.

Assholes.

I couldn't actually believe I was breaking in cold sweat right before my parents' scrutinizing eyes. And having my siblings' fvcking presence here was not helping either. Why do they always have to be on my way? Can't they do any better with their lives?

I thought they won't approve. Not because they don't like the woman I want to marry. In fact, they're more concern or Leanne than me. They thought I can't keep her happy. I fvcking swore I was going to rebel again if they didn't give us their blessing.

But to my relief, Dad gave us his permission. Mom was very happy about it and she's more excited that us. She was already planning for the wedding even if we will have to wait for three months for the exactly date of the wedding to come.

Well, if I were to be asked, I would marry Leanne as soon as possible. Even if it would take place tomorrow. I don't want to wait for months but I don't want to hurry Leanne on this. She doesn't want to rush things. She wanted everything settled first, and I respect that. As what Mom said, you can't hurry marriage.

I guess I'd just have to wait again.

Just then, Dad came in. I felt his hand on my shoulder before he walked away and stood beside Mom. He wrapped his arms around her in a very familiar automatic gesture.

"Welcome to the family, dear." My father told Leanne.

I watched her face slowly lit up into a smile, her eyes sparking with happiness. The picture made me grow weak in the knees.

Dad was right. I found my living angel.

He talked to me right after the announcement. It was a nice father and son talk. He imparted some things that I just knew now. And I appreciate that he was giving me advices. It's new to me but I feel great about this whole thing.

I might not say it or show it openly, but I love my Dad, especially now that I understood why he did things he had to do before. He worked so hard for us, and for the future of our own families. He kept us secure and safe by working selflessly.

Sure it wasn't easy growing up without a father. But thinking about the sacrifices he did, the time he gave up to spend it with us and with Mom, I know he suffered being alone.

He made all our lives easy. He had to endure the struggles by himself. His fierce sense of responsibility and protectiveness over us made him tough and hard because we are his weakness. And weakness, in the harsh world of business and politics, can be used against us.

Our family was not ideal. It wasn't even close to being perfect. We are just humans who are bound to make mistake. But what's important are the lessons we learn from each mistake.

I made mistakes out of my rebellion. But I embrace them because they made me who I am and what I am now. I found a brother, people I can trust, and a girl who meant the world to me.