Everything was going great when I was doing good, but then when it came to go to my work, it's a total disaster. But that's what I expected so I wasn't caught off guard

Mr. Stephen: Y/n, you know what. I gave you second chance, 'cause I thought you deserved it. But it's not worthy
Honestly, I got offended by the look of his eyes, gazing at me more than comfortable for me. At that time, the fear of getting rejected was oozing through my veins, syringing agony to my heart

* I don't want to get fired *
That thought revolved my brain hitting my temple everytime my heart beat. It's ashamed to get fired. I was scared. The only way to prevent from getting fired was that. That's the only way to save myself from being belittled

Quit your job. What's the point of working when you're not happy? Don't you wanna write anymore?

Mr. Stephen: Y/n, you're-

Y/n: I'm sorry sir. I can't work here anymore
Awe clearly written on his visage, with a hint of anger and infuriation was all I could remember

Mr. Stephen: Oh my, I should be the one firing you, and you-

Y/n: Goodbye sir
Turning to the direction of the door, I tended to step out as fast as I could

Mr. Stephen: Can't you freaking let me finish my words for once?
With a meddling shout while standing up tactically from his seat, he shot me the most despising glare I'd ever seen. Stopping my steps on my track a few steps away from the door, I gyrated around getting a grab of the door knob

Y/n: Have a good day, sir

Mr. Stephen: How am I gonna have a good day- when you just freaking insulted me?
Slamming the door shut with a loud and hard thud echoing in the lobby of the hall, I merely heard him blasting in his office. It was a big show back there. But strangely, my heart carried no more burden to walk out my work without leaving any trail

* This place no longer belongs to me. I don't belong here too *

Satisfied at how I behaved abnormally brighter and smarter, my lips found their way to a smile. Raising up my wrist to my face, it was only quarter past 10. Too early to dismiss my work, but I had no work to do. It's a freedom. Assuming I got a long holiday, I spun around hugging the air with both of my hands

Y/n: Park Chanyeol. Get ready for more. I'm coming
I was ready to let myself go and get crazy for now. Well, a partner for my crime would be interesting, I assumed

~♪~

Y/n: I never liked these high heels
Shoving out of my tight heels, I started to message my toes gently reducing the stiffness and tiredness

Y/n: You. Yeah. You. You cost me an arm and a leg. I had to settle your doubts for two months
Facing the bling bling flowers pumps in my fingers, I scolded quietly

Y/n: Well, at least you're the proof that I worked with all my might in that job. I held on for you
Actually, I had to buy the pumps with monthly payment. My job offered for every cost in these months since I didn't want to ask for help in my daily grind, and somehow, I was capable for two pairs of flower pumps in the meantime with the salary of tiring job

Y/n: Today, I won't wear you, darling
It was me drowning in the conversation with the heels, not noticing the environment giggling at me talking to a non-living for 15 minutes straight. But I wasn't in the mood to give a shit about them

Y/n: What are you staring at? Go on. Go on
Excelling the people who were gossiping about me, I again continued my conversation

Y/n: Ok, where was I?
But it was funny. I forgot what I was talking about

Y/n: Ah, I won't wear you today. Today, I'll go and find him with comfortable shoes

~♪~

Chanyeol: Y/n? How-why-when-ok, wait. What's with that outfit?
Seemed like he had too many questions in his head. Scanning my body from up to down, he scowled suspiciously with a pair of squited investigating eyes. Finally, his eyes fixated to my feet transforming his narrow eyes to a wider ones

Chanyeol: And, why the slipper?
Pointing his index to my feet with one hand bossily resting to his side, he again swiveled

Y/n: Umm, I chose to be free
Enough for him to see my new form, I spun around

Chanyeol: Well, t-shirt and shorts. Ok, you wear those normally but slipper?
Let alone with one reply, his brain couldn't access the answer, so I had to say it out again

Y/n: I said, I chose to be free
The impatience ran in my tone and finally, he left his seat coming towards my direction still wearing the same confused but yet adorable expression

Chanyeol: Did you- did you-

* Yes, yes, ask me. I'm ready to answer. Ask me. Did you quit your job? Ask me. Just ask me*

At the end of my limit, I just spilled out by myself

Y/n: I just quitted my job
It'd be a lie if I say I didn't expect him to be happy. After all, it was his advice to quit and I did it

Chanyeol: Really? Like how? What did you say to him?
Just as I expected, he had his best widest smile on his face cheering me up for my decision. Endorsement is sometimes needed for us to confirm that we did great, that we weren't wrong. And he's that one who could declare it for me

Laughing, smiling, giggling and snickering at some parts, and chortling at the story I told him, he gave me all of his solicitude. Everyone loves attention and so did I. And my man never failed to give me what I wanted too. How sweet

Y/n: Yeol, let's get crazy. Are you with me?
The hint of humour disappeared on his visage, from previously smiling form. The new sensation on his face was calculating

Chanyeol: You don't have to tell me twice, my love. Where you wanna go?
That's my man. It was so lucky of me to have him which I failed to agree that fact. He's priceless

Y/n: C'mon
Holding on his arms with both of my hands, I dragged him out of his office drastically. Things needed to get down for real and I was planning to do so

~♪~

Chanyeol: Take it slow, take it slow. Hey, hey

Y/n: Hey, what are- let me go
I was desperate to run away from nothing, and he was annoyed that I kept dragging him. So, at the end, he had no other option except picking me up from running like a fool

Y/n: Yeol, let me go

Chanyeol: Nah, you belong here. In my arms
See, he knew exactly how to make my heart fluster even in the situation of cleaving struggle

Y/n: What? Stop. Let me go
Running like a fool in the middle of the crowd wasn't embarrassing for me, but being carried was a big deal. Also the eyes were following us spurring my shyness from the button to the top. And the shameless young man didn't seem to care those eyes, appearing to be hooking me between his bitch-so-big arms

Chanyeol: What do you wanna do by the way? I mean taking me out of my work with no excuse and, now here, where am I?
Thinking of the way he reasoned, it was right. I didn't know where I was actually. But I felt secured and safe, since he's here for me. Now it's time for my crazy things

Y/n: Yeol, catch me if I fall
His scowl grew bigger when my steps took me away from him backwardly, backwardly. Yes, I did. I walked backwards trapping most of the pedestrian's paths. A path stealer

Ouch, I stepped on the banana. Damn, almost. Almost. I was about to slip and Yeol was rushing towards me in a blink of eyes. Nah, no no. I didn't fall and widening my eyes, palms before his face, telling him to stop right there with gesture

Chanyeol: You're convulsing
I giggled at his remark. He must've been too frightened to see me wobbling by the banana

Y/n: I'm fine
Still bewildered, but he nodded approving my words and I got back to my original crazy work of walking backwardly

Chanyeol: Can you stop already?
With a heaving sigh, he begged sincerely. But torturing the poor boy sounded more miraculous so I couldn't help disobeying him

* Forgive me, Yeol *

Y/n: No?
At once, his brows furrowed joining each of them into a wide V. Miraculous I mentioned above is that kind of view

Chanyeol: I don't like that " No "
Retorted, he had his hands folding across his chest

Y/n: Shush, just catch me if I fall
Not pleased, but yet couldn't say no to me, he matched his steps watching me trailing to my back while counting the steps I took in a prolonged whisper. My partner in crime. Very cute. But the crime I meant was yet to come

Y/n: Ouch, oh my gosh

Chanyeol: Y/N
I bumped into someone. Why? 'Cause the back of my head had no extra eyes. Make senses

‘ Are you okay? ’
Along with a hand from Yeol that was coming for my support, a hand shoved in the event to pull me up. His eyes were softer than those I used to read before, the tender hold on my elbow, the quiet demeanor. Seemed like a gentleman. But a second thought, he had that uniform. Changing my mind at the judgment, I presumed him as a bookworm schoolboy

Y/n: I'm fine

Chanyeol: Watch your steps next time. You're about to hurt her
Rudeness. Oh damn. My man was pissed. The look was hard and combative, straight landing on the innocent boy's face. Travelling his eyes from the boy portrait to my elbow, he sucked in a sharp inhale. The problem was there

* Oh boy, he's jealous *

Stroking the tip of his nose with his thumb, he gazed at the hand that was holding my elbow. The young boy was hypnotized by his stare

‘ Oh yeah. Sorry. I'm really really sorry ’
Manners. That's so sweet of him. He had let go of me and bowed a couple times graciously with a pair of sorrowful eyes

Chanyeol: Let's go, Y/n
Yeol signed me with his eyes to stop being silly and follow him. But as I said, my worse was yet to come. I decided to get down today and definitely I wasn't stopping untill I messed everything up

Y/n: No, I'm not going back with you, brother

Brother

Brother

Brother

He had the face that said how-the-fuck-am-I-your-brother. Of course, he's surprised

* I'm the trouble maker *

Y/n: I don't wanna marry him. You can't force me brother
Stepping away from him again backwardly, I fooled both him and the third person whom I bumped into

* I always wanted to do something big crazy like this. Haha 🤭🤭*

Chanyeol: Y/n, stop being foolish. Let's go home. C'mon

Y/n: No
I guessed my acting skills leveled up seeing him about to tear up in the time being

Chanyeol: Baby please. Let's go home
At last, his voice sank in his throat swishing a rustle in the process, cracking like he's about to break down

* Am I going too far? Yeol, it's just an act *

I tried to sign him with my eyes dilating left to right up to down, but rolled to the back of my head when he only showed the same sorrow in his eyes. The emotional man, and I was weak at that

‘ Don't Force her, sir. Let her choose what she wants ’
Right before I was about to walk towards Yeol, the stranger interrupted

‘ Noona, don't be sad. Everything will be fine ’
The boy was kind-hearted and looked like he's truly sorry, that I had to marry someone I didn't love. Flashing a cute dimple smile, he attempted to reassure me. But it was all fake. Yeol was wearing a dreary expression, and docile as much as silent, as if he's left nothing to say

‘ Let's go, Noona ’
Sweetness ran in his tone when he tried to sooth me patting my shoulder repeatedly, resting on my arm gripping it as if signing me that someone's here to protect me. That's really really sweet and specific minded of a gentleman, but it's all dust

Chanyeol: Don't touch her
The one that was speechless got louder by seconds, and it sounded like a blackmail from a demon. His eyes weren't acting normal either. They're full of gloom

“ Lay, what are you doing here? ”
A familiar voice snapped out of the situation. Thankful that the voice interfered the tensed atmosphere, before Yeol busted the schoolboy's body into two divisions, flesh and bones

“ Woman ”

* What the heck? *

“ Woah, how are you here? ”

Y/n: Jongin?

Jongin: Correction, it's Kai
His face shadowed with grief by the time I called his real name. The young boy was still obsessing with cool names. All I could do was staring at him squinting both of my eyes annoyingly

Jongin: Lay, why are you with her?
With that, Lay guy who I supposed to bump into previously, dragged Jongin a few steps away from me, probably going to explain my fake drama. Lay looked anxious for real as if he's agonizing for his relative. Kind guy. But the expression on the face of Jongin changed into fuzz. It didn't look good at all

But my man was pouting furiously. Damn, he's pissed for sure

Chanyeol: Y/n, let's go home. Come here
It didn't sound patronizing or ordering. It's just that he's pleading. The gradient of sadness and tiredness, his eyes held while staring at me, gotta admit, it's the most pitiful view I'd ever seen

Y/n: Sorry. Did I hurt you?
My steps took me closer to his side just as he stepped nearer to my form, with a glint taking place slowly on his facial profile

Jongin: You're not going back with, Noona
He had my hand in his, squeezing with force pulling me out of Yeol's grip

Jongin: Don't go back with him, Noona. I'll take care of you. Come
Now that, things were getting perplexed. Surely no one's going to get out without injury. The tension was jammed

Chanyeol: Boy, let her go. You have no idea who I am
A scoff involved in his tone as he found the situation as a variety show. I was just glad that he's not that pissed. At the contrast, it sounded like a challenge to Jongin's ears

Jongin: Who are you? The leader of a gang? A wanted criminal? The son of president?

Y/n: Jongin. Jongin. Listen to me. Stop
Even though I tried to maintain the fair atmosphere, it just distorted out of my hand

Jongin: No no, you listen to me. Even though I don't like you, I know you're a good person. You're not marrying an old fatty rich buffer. Ok? And for the second time, my name is Kai
Gosh, that's the real problem. Young boys are the ones that could never be controlled. But one thing he said, you're a good person, kinda make me high

* What the- Y/n? Have you lost your mind? Just think of how to unravel this problem *

Chanyeol: Hey kiddo
Right then, Yeol started with a rejoice running a mock in his tone

Chanyeol: She's my wife

< END OF CHAPTER 37 >