1: Marriage Can't Buy Love!
Routine
I wake up early, feeling drained, the heaviness of yesterday still lingering over my shoulders.
I force myself out of bed, putting on my round glasses and
Walking to my closet to get an outfit for today. When I open the closet I see
My reflection on the mirror behind the closer's door. I turn to it and see the dark circles under my eyes,
My messy hair and the lines on my cheeks from the pillow. I grumble
And stretch deciding to ignore how horrible I look. I shuffle through my closet that is mostly composed of hoodies,
Sweaters, jeans, graphic t-shirt.
My mother buys me which are mostly the expensive tight fitting ones,
Or the prince- looking ones. I take down a white button-down,
Long sleeves shirt, some faded blue-grey jeans, and a woolly, grey jaket.
I put the clothes on my bed and step into the bathroom to take a shower. Once out,
I brush my teeth and put some cream on my face. I prush my tangled hair and walk back to my room.
I dress up and look at myself satisfied in the mirror. I choose some simple white shoes
And I put my smart watch. I don't bother applying makeup as I deeply hate it and
Only put on chapstick. When I feel ready I walk down to eat breakfast.
Appa and eomma are already seated side by side, their eyes stuck to their own phones.
They only talk to each other about the news and their business,
I doubt they ever talk about some else other than work.
I've learned to ignore it though.
ready
I say and my dad looks up. He smiles and patts the seat next to him.
I seat down regardless of the dread still pulling on me. I force a smile at him
As he takes my head and kisses my forehead. Our maid comes in and leaves my plate before me
And I thank her. I start to eat, trying to leave my worries for later, the heaviness settling now in the pit of my stomach.
Namjoon
Are you ready to meet Mr. jeon?
Appa asks out of the blue and I almost choke on my coffee.
taehyung
Ah, well, I don't know...
Eomma grumbles and I frown at her. Eomma notices my stare and she looks back at me in the eye,
jisoo
I told you he is coming today taehyung
jisoo
And I expect you to be ready for his visit this afternoon.
She says and I look down. She has the power here and there's nothing I can do about it.
I nod, looking down to my half eaten food, to distract myself from the sudden feeling of fear.
I have always been a good son. Always done what was expected of me,
Never refused to my parents' requests. Yesterday when eomma told me I was engaged to that man
I felt like my whole world was being crushed, why?
Because even if my life has been based on my parents decision I thought that
Once I graduated I would be able to find my own path and take my own decisions.
Everything I have has been given to me in a silver plate, and it's not that it bothers me,
But I want to be able to get things through my own hard work.
I want to be able to fall in love and work on what I love to do.
But once again my parents have made a bigger move, once again they have given me a request.
This is something that even if I fought I can't get out of it
As my parents have already taken actions and they already have a contract with this man.
downstairs
As my parents have already taken actions and they already have a contract with this man.
I chug down what was left of my breakfast and excused myself from the table.
I found my way to my bedroom and sat at my desk.
I took out my laptop and started to work on the short story I was writing for creative writing class.
I spend around three hours shifting around my room,
Looking for inspiration, eating snacks and listening to some relaxing music.
When I have half my job done I hear a knock at my door.
I say shuffling to the door. The door opens at a maid peeks her head in.
hyo joo
Mr.kim your mother has requested for you to come downstairs.
hyo joo
Mr. jeon has arrived.
She says and I feel my stomach lurch. I gulp and nod feeling my mouth suddenly dry
taehyung
I'll be right over.
I say trying to hide my worry. The maid nods her head.
hyo joo
And she has asked for you to look your best.
The girl eyes my clothes stepping out and leaving me to my misery.
I breathe looking back at my closet and then I scoff, going out of my room.
Even if I'm scared of the things my mother can do,
If I'm going to meet this man, I'll meet him on my terms.
I rush downstairs knowing my mother has little patience. I fix my shirt and enter my father's office.
There's a place in the middle with black, leather sofas and a back coffee table.
My parents are seating together facing a man on the opposite side.
The three of them look up at me my mother eyeing me with dislike.
jisoo
taehyung, didn't I tell you to look your best?
Eomma asks with a fake grin.
Namjoon
soya, he's looks okay.
Appa tells eomma and she looks uncomfortable. She gives in and they both stand up turning to me.
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