"But daddy," You whined in a voice that was a few pitches higher than your normal one. It normally worked on your father. Key word: Normally. "I don't wanna marry him." You pouted.
It'd been a week since you found out you were set to marry Hangyeol. Being the daughter of one of the biggest gangs, you figured this was bound to happen, but not after your twentieth birthday.
"How long are you going to keep this up?" He sighed. "It's already been decided."
"Yeah, by you." You mumbled. "We're already powerful enough as it is, do you really need more?" You tried.
"Are you telling me you don't want more?" He challenged. "You know you wouldn't be kept on such a tight leash with him by your side." He pointed out.
That line alone had a bigger effect on you than you'd like to admit.
Your father always had you under strict control. Bodyguards and curfews that you deemed useless since you were trained in almost every form of self defense. Though you knew it was more than that, it still irked you.
"Did you guys pick a date yet?" You asked and he smirked.
"Later this year. They'll be coming over in a few weeks to help with preparations."
It was the last you ever brought it up, but it's not like you had a chance to since everything that came after wasn't anything your father had promised.
You and Hangyeol had been married for a year now, and if you thought your father was something else, Hangyeol was definitely worse.
Coming from your background you weren't used to taking orders well and that's all Hangyeol expected from you.
"Don't leave the house." "Tell the guys if you need anything, they'll get it instead." "Don't interrupt my meetings." "Don't ask to come along when we go out." God, did he have nothing better to do?
The first time you snuck out was successful. The second, too. But the third didn't end so well. Hangyeol lecturing you as if you didn't grow up in the same setting he did.
"If something happens to you, how do you think that makes me look?"
That was the day you were officially assigned guards, but oh, how Hangyeol underestimated you.
The next time you snuck out took a little more effort, but you were your own downfall because you drank too much and made a scene when you got home.
The fifth time you snuck out was almost a blessing had you not been thrown into lock down after. But something about pissing off Hangyeol had you wanted to try again.
So you did.
"Yohan," You called sweetly, looking up at the boy that stood in front of your door. "Can't I walk to his office alone?" You pouted.
"You know I can't let you do that." His tone flat, too used to hearing the same questions.
"It's just his office." You whined. "It's right downstairs. Where else could I possibly go?"
"You tend to wander, y'know." He gave you a look and you huffed, an idea popping into your head. You slowly walked over to the counter, your hands running under it and wrapping around the knife that was stashed there.
You'd learned the hard way that Yohan was a better fighter than you, so you had to resort to other tactics.
"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like it if I suddenly got hurt under your watch." You paused. "My husband, that is."
"And how would you get hurt?" He raised a brow.
"This room isn't exactly baby proof, now is it?" You smiled, pulling the knife out, but leaving your hands hidden. "We both know he has stuff hidden in here. Do you really think I won't use them on myself?"
