player || l.ty

6

"what the hell?" i nearly shouted as i looked at the men in front of me.

"language, haeun, language." my dad said as he approached me and placed his arm around me. "mr. lee, my daughter, haeun."

"oh please sir, call me taeyong" he said which my dad acknowledged. what's happening?

"dad?" i looked at him with a questioning look, i needed an explanation.

"well, he's the son of my old friend. he dropped by to give some papers. right?" he glanced at him and expected an answer which was given late and it was suspicious.

i rolled my eyes on the two of them and walked away to my room, pretending i didn't hear my dad's shout to make me apologize. i hated things like this, i mean other people in my house with both me and my dad at home at the same time. why? it shows how fake he is with being a good father to me. he isn't and he never was, but there he is, trying to look good in front of other people that meant business for him. i was just a show for him.

"i heard you two go in the same school? your father mentioned it." i heard my dad's muffled voice from outside. "why not talk to her? you look like you'll both be good friends in time"

no, this was father's matchmaking. not really for the relationship thing, but really just his moves so that he could use it for business in the future. taeyong's father looks rich, well rich enough for my father's interest.

dad pushed my door open and pushed taeyong inside. he was giving that plastic smile to him and looked at me with eyes saying 'be good' that meant i shouldn't show my bad side. gosh, i hate him.

"how's detention?" he asked as my father closed the door. he freely walked around my dark room and looked at anything as if he was given the permission to do so.

"get out, he'd be in his room by now and so you just need to walk out the front door," i said with an angry tone to show him that i wasn't interested in anything but the sound of the door closing when he leaves.

"what do you want taeyong?" i asked him in frustration. he was walking towards the bed, towards me.  it became really silent and i was getting more frustrated. he looked at me in the eyes and started to lean forward, enough to trap me in his arms and the bed. 

"i want... you?"