Don'ts Of An Arranged Marriage

17. Don't Do Friendship

SHIN

The floor could be lava. Because I- Han Shin-young didn't care a dime because i levitated, high up without a band of worry clipping my legs shackled to the ground. With the car chase- I had initiated the list. I took the reins and acted out of impulse- finished a task and didn't get arrested. Even if I did, I had faith in Lee and his connections. He was loaded- he was at the rack of hierarchy that could be used to extinguish any kind of crime that's committed.

Not that I would do anything as such But it's reassuring to have a backup. That night- the range of sleep that welcomed me was a treasuring one. When my mind and body fell upon the matters  , I sank into it. As if it was made out of clouds instead compressed cotton. I had a smile on my face when I closed my eyes, the haziness wasn't there while I tried to fall asleep, half awake into the night I felt a tight tug by my waist. And in a smooth sliding motion, my back was heatedly flat against the chest of Lee.

"I know satin curtains are like our siblings"

With a wink, I open my eyes to decrypt the code. It was futile, he speaks the language of ancient Gods in his sleep.

"But Shin is softer than satin" he groans, a melancholic depth in it. As for me, I gawked in a force that caused a tick by my jaw. Since when was I an ingredient of his archaic text? Flinching, I shuffled to scramble his arm from me, in reflex, he crushed a portion of my shirt with a low lament.

"Lee should ask curtain for her skincare routine" With wide eyes, I stared at the wall opposite to me, I prayed for strength and prosperity. One of his long legs coils mine into a tangled mess. And soon his morning's confessions tumbled over me, or should I say lies.

We don't wake up like this because of me.

And he must be aware of his habits. There was no other way to it.

He was deliberately dumping it on me.

This actualization only riled me up into coercing my manners into kicking him to his corner of the bed. He coughed, rolling to the other side- Releasing me as I exhaled with all my might. But with luck on air for me that night, he didn't depart from the bed to take his usual little stroll. Four days ago, I discovered him experimenting to get past through the bathroom, the doors were close- and he wasn't aiming his take on telekinesis. But to a sole audience like me, It was a scene out of conjuring, it did scare me to the bones.

I had the lights on the whole time after I had him tucked in.

Two days ago he sat by the dresser and stared at the ground while he suggested that wasps and fruits are the same things and why no one should fear watermelons. I assembled a tray of drink and a bowl of popcorns to enjoy while he was at it, I did record him though.

To agree that the film of whatever that made us strangers in the past was sterile by now. After I had shared some of the most fascinating moments in my life with him so far, it was safe to say that he was now a member of my real world. A place where I am myself. Where the roof, walls, and windows are people who accept me as I am. Where I wasn't afraid to be seen or spoken to. Or be listened.

As for the feelings I thought I was fighting with?

I recognized that Lee grew up in a western world, his ideologies and view of how he sees and deciphers it must be different. Reckless even. He must have had many relationships in past, with girls and women who were capable in many ways than me. He can have anyone he wished for. Isn't that a reason why our marriage is bound to be temporary? As long as it's just me and my possibly developing unrequited emotions, and not his. it was fine. I could always tell my heart to shut up and it'll.