EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

The sky was shaded in Orangish. Just like an bucket of paint has been spilled as the half moon was peeking through the clouds as the sun was setting down. The birds were in seek of shelter as it fly across the sky freely.

Aesthetic. The sky was truly aesthetic. One that always clam one's mind.

As always seoul was busy. People walking back and forth in their own world Too busy to give a fuck to any other thing in this world. As if the world revolve around them.

Selfish. At times that's what an human is. Always running after something that they don't have. Without caring people beside them. without cherishing or appreciating what they have. Then always mourn when they lose it.

The traffic light changed from red to green which made me accelerate my red baby.

Speeding and overtaking other vehicles made me sigh as I felt a little ease. Just a little though. The evening wind which passed just encouraged me to increase the speed which I did.

Taking a smooth sharp turn and a few more minutes drive I reached my destination.

An expensive hotel. I Sighed.

Taking off the helmet I let my sholder length hair free and run my fingers through it.

Why was I summoned here?

Well today is the day I'm gonna get fucking engaged. An Arranged marriage. Well fuck.

The only thing I know is, this is some business shit that my father got.

As much as he told me, gotta meet this dude and his parents as good girl and possibly strike that fucking deal for him to collaborate.

Walking inside, the golden lights on interior was spreading wide across the lobby.

I walked through well polished marble floor towards the desk eyeing the lady.

"Good evening maam. How may I help you?" The girl in the reception asked In her cheerful voice.

"My father have booked a place here." I took my shades off and looked at her with not much expression.

"May I know his name maam?"

"Lenzo yoon"

As I said that her eyes become wide and she bowed at me.

"Please come this way miss yoon"

Fucking hell. I hate when someone call me that. Although it irritated me I didn't corrected her and followed her behind.

Her heels were clicking on well polished expensive floor unlike my timberland.

Adjusting my black leather jacket and tight black Jean I leaned back to the lift wall while folding my hands.

I'm not one of those weak shit who does everything that is said to them. No. Not at all. If anything I'm a bad bitch. A bitch who hate bieng controlled. But the fucker we are talking about is my father, An top level manipulative asshole who just loves to control.

Looking at front I saw the reflection of myself and the reception girl's. She was side eyeing me head to toe. Without blinking. Now isn't it rude to stare at someone?

Snapping my head to her side I raised both my eyebrows at her and looked dead in her eyes.

Her eyes became wide as she saw me looking at her without blinking. She smiled awkwardly at me while I looked at her same way to make it more awkward for her.

The lift door opened and she walked out fast while I followed her through hallway and to a door.

Opening the door she bowed at me.

Without giving a response to her I entered the room and the first thing I heard was laughter.

There was an an large round wooden table followed by chairs were placed. Lights from interior was bright. Too bright for my liking.

"Daughter you are here." I snapped my head towards the voice and held the scoff Which I really wanted to let out.

Father came hugged me. The fuck. Maybe this deal was really important for him I guess.

Without moving I just stayed still. "Don't mess things and be good." He said as pulled out only for my ears.

Of fucking course.

Moving my gaze from him I saw the bitch who was my father's wife and their son, who in fact was staring at me in a odd emotion which I completely ignored and took a seat.

I could feel the burning gaze from the bitch of my father. Well she can kiss my ass for all I care.

Moving my gaze to front there were an couple sitting. The man was sitting in a complete business mode like hands clasped, back straight and stiff as he wasn't breathing at all while the women was smiling at me warmly. Her eyes screamed happiness.

There was another man sitting beside them whose face was casted down as he was using his phone. The only thing I could see was his long jet black hair. Some strands was covering his face.

Gulping the bitter feelings I gave them a fake smile that I could muster up with.

"Daughter that's kim Jihoon, his wife Kim jisoo and their only son Kim Taehyung."

Upon hearing his name he looked up at me and our eyes met.

I-

I gulped my saliva after seeing face.

Well damn.

He was just ....... perfect? Yes he was perfect. That's the only word that would describe him.

The man had dark black eyes which was really dark. Sharp jawline and high cheek bones and perfect set of pink lips. Some strands of hair was on both side of his face but it didn't hide any sharp features of his face. If anything it just made his beauty stands out more.

"Hello there." The sweet voice cut me out of my thoughts. Moving my towards the voice it was the lady Jisoo who was still smiling vibrantly. I just gave her a small smile and a nod.

"Why were you late." father's bitch Bora asked me. Her voice was really annoying. Can't she change that shit too? Like her face was plastic, not that it's any better but no amount of surgeries and makeup can hide her annoying ass.

"I got classes."

I gave her one of my unfazed gaze while she frowned hard at me. Looks like she wanted to say more but she was holding it in.

Clearing the throat father starts to speak.

"This is my daughter Storm yoon."

Oh.

Daughter huh?

A fucking daughter huh?

I sighed hearing this. Seriously? Now he thinks I'm his daughter?

My hands were really itching to grab his hair with my bare hand and bang his head on this very own wooden table while he screams and bleeds. Oh how I would love to hear the sound of his skull breaking bit by bit with each time I bang his head. Well that would be an beautiful ASMR right? Skull cracking while he scream in pain.

Sounds heavenly for my ears.

Casting my eyes on table and placing my hand on smooth surfaces of table I imagined it. Hmm the table will sure look aesthetic with blood splattered with puckered brain on display while that bitch of a father just lays there dead, head fucking open without brain while eyes look dead, pooling in his own blood.

Unconsciously I licked my lips at the thought. The image was pleasing. Too pleasing. My mind was running wild at the image. Maybe-

"Are you even listening?"

My eyes were wide as I snapped out of my fantasy and looked at father who look ............ irritated?

"Did you said something?"

"Well daughter mrs jisoo is asking you something."

Oh. I looked at her who was still smiling.

"I was asking what were you doing like you said you had classes?"

"I'm on my last year of college." I faked a smile at her.

"Oh. I thought you already completed your degrees." she look genuinely surprised.

Well.

"She wanted to take a break after high school to explore more you know."

Father answered instead of me.

Leaning back on chair I took a deep breath since I needed it. A break after high school. Yeah indeed.

I senced two pair of eyes intently staring at me. One was my brother and other was Taehyung's.

Ignoring all things I looked at Taehyung too. He didn't even look like he was fazed when I looked at him. He was observing me like studying all my movements.

With his hooded eyes he observed my figure as if he was printing my image on his brain. His eyes remained on lower.

The fuck is he looking at?

Dragging my gaze down I saw he was looking at my left hand on table. More specifically my Tattoo on my fingers. Crying eyes tattoo. One on ring finger and other on middle one towords knuckles.

That Tattoo was well defined. Tears brimming in eyes while some tears were dropping from the corner. Fear and vulnerability was clear in those eyes cause the eyes looks innocent. Too innocent for this world maybe.

"Which College are you attending?"

I looked at jihoon and place my hands on my thighs away from others eyes.

"Seoul university."

"Majoring on?" His sounds robotic.

"Arts."

He looked surprised as he opened his mouth and closed it. An emotion he showed which was humanly since his response and actions were kinda robotic.

"Umm .... Why? ..... Like why arts? Don't get me wrong I thought you would be into business and help your father." Jisoo said as she leaned towards the table.

I raised both my eyebrows. Oh you got to be kidding me. Help? Let's not go there now shall we.

"Cause I like it?" I shrugged my shoulders. I'm not going to go something which I don't want I mean I'm good at drawing and painting so why the fuck not.

They just hummed and started to talk as food was been served.

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