Beomgyu’s Pov :
I felt my world stopped right at the moment the sentence slipped out of his mouth. The words and whispers of the others inside the room felt like a broken radio in the background.
It was hard to gulp the lump visible in my throat. What was the feeling?
Happiness?
Gratitude to Soobin for running away?
Or the fear of my father?
I knew he was gonna blame me. The blame of whatever has done will be forced to be placed on my shoulder. My heart felt like fluttering. A sudden hope of joy and gratitude for Soobin.
‘ I don’t know why you ran away Soobin but believe me I am thankful. I am so thankful to you. If it was another time maybe... just maybe it would have been me begging you to marry me. You understood me when none did ’
My inner self couldn’t help this. The thankfulness for his deed lingered in my mind. I couldn’t be thankful enough. I wanted to sob. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry my heart out. Letting out the tears of gratitude and profound delight but I couldn’t.
Not at this moment.
Not in front of anyone.
None helped me when I needed it.
They don’t deserve to witness my happiness if they hadn’t spared me in my needed phase.
They don’t deserve to witness even a single moment of my happy tears. ‘thank you Soobin. Thank you so much’
I couldn’t help the tiny smile which tried lifting my lips. A faint spot of anticipation but I couldn’t let them witness. I masked it as soon as it appeared. Where is Taehyun? Does he know?
I finally cared to look beside me. My uncle and aunties were gone from there maybe had gone to give my parents fake sympathy like they needed it.
My cousin were still in the corner of the room. Too quiet for their own good. Very unusual of them. Little Miyeon suddenly became silent like she understood the situation not to speak farther. I appreciate her silence and understanding but the silliness was the one I needed the most now. The contentment of setting free. A silent observation, silent acceptance and longingly a silent optimism. A lingering sense of Independence which fluttered around just for a few seconds. Like the stillness before the storm.
A storm —which I didn’t see coming.
A storm —which washed away the observation and optimism in seconds. Which gets placed on my shoulder within nothing.
I didn’t see it coming. Didn’t ever think of it. Didn’t believe something would happen.
Life was better when I was still oblivious of what my own parents could do because of their own goods.
It was better when I still didn’t have the idea of till where they are willing to go to fulfil their own satisfaction.
Because after I knew —I didn’t miss the crack inside my heart. Didn’t miss the screams of silence inside my mind. I was not anymore oblivious of the tears that ran down my cheeks.
In the acknowledgment of— till where my parents could go.
“ It's not a big deal. Don't think you can escape. We already talked with the Chois. They are ashamed on behalf of their younger son but they are also willing to get you married to the older son, Choi Yeonjun. ”
His father's words were calculative. More like a declaration. Cold, devoid of emotions and laced with authorities. Leaving no room for argument.
I looked down. My whole world was breaking apart. My fingers clenched in a firm fist. Tears ran down my cheeks in silence.
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Not My Type | Yeongyu
FanfictionEntering a loveless marriage nobody of them asked for. Yeonjun was a replacement Beomgyu coaxed himself to despise. He never expected to fall until it became so hard that leaving felt easier, running away as far as he could felt easier than staying...
