Yujun’s POV
I made a big mistake.
I never should have let Jaehyun take so much of my attention the way he did. I never should have let him feed hope like that. I never should have imagined sothing good would co for .
If only I had stayed with who I am, with my family the way we are, I wouldn’t feel the ache in my chest as strongly as I am feeling it right now.
I don’t even have a na for it.
This strange feeling of missing soone I know I shouldn’t, have I beco like him too? Stupid and careless.
"Oppa" Yunah’s voice calls and my hand shakes, spilling the hot coffee I was pouring from the kettle to the mug all over my hand. "Oppa!" She calls with concern.
I look up just in ti to et father’s eyes and I school my expression to being blank and stoic, no alpha whines about scalding hot coffee spilling over their hand out of their own carelessness.
"I’m fine" I say to Yunah, lying through my teeth with a smile to quell her worry for .
I want to scream.
It’s a strange feeling I have been hosting since I left Jaehyun in that room in Hwangyeon three days ago.
Since I got ho, I have been having feelings that I don’t know what to do with or how to handle.
I have been looking at my phone for hours on end and having disappointnt from seeing nothing but ssages from my father and unnecessary notifications from my SNS.
I know what I want to see but I don’t want it at the sa ti.
I am humble enough to tell myself the truth, I miss Jaehyun but I am proud enough to keep my distance and not reach him first.
So much has changed about .
My scent patch feels itchy, sothing I have never felt before. Since I presented, I have gotten used to wearing the unconvincing patch twenty-four hours everyday, but just the few days spent around Jaehyun without wearing it makes question everything I have known.
I place the kettle back as a worker in the shop rushes over with a napkin in her hands, I snatch it out of her hand and clench my jaw in pain, still holding my practiced smile.
"Yujun single handedly overtook the stupid foreigner within three days" father’s voice floats to over the chatters around us.
This new investor has chosen a coffee shop to et with us and father is marketing everything he can to make sure he lands the politician’s illegal business.
"And that one?" The man asks without masking his lustful expression while pointing to Yunah, "ah she?" Father asks, "she is spoken for and if they don’t move fast, you can have her" he says with a laugh and the politician laughs as well.
My sister holds my hand under the table and squeezes slightly, a silent plea for protection, "Oppa, don’t let them take " she is asking just by her touch.
I squeeze her hand back while they laugh still, ignoring that the person they are planning on trading like a defected cow is right there.
Subconsciously, my oga growls protectively at the thought of what’s ours being treated less than loved. "Oppa" Yunah calls again and I see in her eyes that my eyes are starting to glow.
"So he will go to handle the shinsung bank tomorrow night" father says and the man looks at , "very good, I need everything done and delivered to my n by Friday" he says and turns back to my father.
"I look forward to having more deals with you" father says and waves to the waiter to bring the bills. Numbly, I follow the usual marketing process as the product I am, smile, wave and bow.
Father never gets in the sa car as us, the curses and the kings should never be in the sa space for too long. Yunah and I say our goodbyes to father and we get into our own car.
In the small space, Yunah leans on and hold on to my arm, "I love you" she says softly. The simple word breaks my already breaking heart even more, I don’t understand how she gets to like this but it is always when I need it the most.
"I love you too Yuyu" I say and she sighs, "we’ll make it, right? We’ll be okay, and you" she says in her normally hopeful way, Yunah the eternal sunshine in the stormy Choi clan.
I don’t have any reply for her, I don’t want to lie and I don’t want to promise what I can’t fulfill, instead I hold her till we return ho to our well decorated prison.
We don’t talk as we go our separate ways to our different rooms, I am overwheld with feelings I can’t translate and Yunah is brimming with that quiet hope that never died.
Once in my room, I fall on my bed face first without changing my clothes, I’m too tired of changing and fixing everything outside while barely keeping anything together on the inside.
My phone’s vibration forces to get up and with heavy steps I go over to my little shelf and pick up the buzzing device.
The ID causes my heart to begin jackhamring in my throat.
Pabo
I should ignore...no.
"Why?" I ask in a brisk tone as I pick up the call.
"et at the park right now" his voice, the voice I’ve been craving to hear cos through, low and deep, like a man holding back too much power.
"I don’t want to" I say.
"Choi Yujun" Jaehyun calls my na in a manner I had never heard from him before.
"Have you forgotten I own you?" He ask, maintaining that tone of controlled power and my oga perks up at the question.
"I am not asking you to, I command you" he says coldly.
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