Getting Closer To "us" [Ateez Yeosang]

~06~

((Y/n)'s Pov)

I regretted it. Every single word. It really wasn't my intention to sound that harsh. An enormous amount of guilt swoll up inside me. My eyes became teary as I saw the sadness inside his eyes.
I really fucked up.

I couldn't bare staying there any longer. "I'm sorry," I whispered and walked away.

I arrived at home with some many feelings. My father sat on the couch with an ugly grin on his face.
"What stupid reason do you have to grin like that?" I asked. "I got told that you just got engaged! Me and Mr. Kang both have agreed that the wedding will take place next week. Oh and guess what, Mr. Kang is such a awesome man, he already bought you two a huge mansion!"my father exclaimed with a satisfied expression.

"Wh-what?" "You'll be moving in there right after the wedding. I recommend you to already start packing your stuff. I can't believe that I'll finally get rid of you!" my father grinned.
He stood up and wanted to leave. "What have you turned into?" I mumbled quietly.

He turned to me and rose his eyebrows. "What did you say? You should be grateful! You get to live in a huge and fancy mansion with everything a human can imagine being with!"

"You don't get anything,do you? What would mum say when you sees how you behave? What would she say when she hears what you say? She'd be ashamed, she'd be so disappointed," I yelled at him and ran to my room.

I locked the door. I didn't had the energy to reach my bed so I was sitting on the ground next to my door, just letting the tears flow.

It was horrible. Everything was just horrible.
Then I spotted the ring at my finger. I didn't realized it but a very small smile appeared on my lips.

I wiped away my tears. I knew I was a horrible person but at some point he has to realize I'm doing all this to his own safety.

I had to protect him. From everything. That includes me.

(Yeosang's Pov)

I sighed. Time has passed and (Y/n) was still very cold towards me. I didn't really know what to do anymore.
The proposal was supposed to be the last attempt to get a little closer to her but obviously it didn't go well.

"How are you, son?" my father asked while entering my room. "I'm fine, thanks dad," I lied.
"I just wanted to check if you really want to marry (Y/n). I can cancel the wedding if you're really not happy. I promised your mum that I'll keep you happy even though you already rejected dozens of women. Do you really want to marry her?"

I thought about it. I was given the chance to cancel the wedding but
something in me hesitated. Somehow she fascinated me. "I'll be okay," I replied. "Are you sure? It could be dangerous for you. Don't forget that she's a mafiaboss," my dad argumented. "Yep, I'm sure. I'll handle it." "Alright, son."

Somehow this conversation gave me hope. I'll show (Y/n) that she's important to me. She won't regret marrying me.