* His cracked voice is taking me under *

Y/n: I'm sorry
He gently caressed my cheek with his thumb as if I was his favourite pet. I also concentrated on the small wave of smooth sensation, which rushed along my veins to my heart, caused by his benevolence

Chanyeol: It's a little violent, isn't it?
His voice was no longer chapped and combative. He showed me how I deserved to be rewarded. He brought me up along with his upper body, hosting his body straight up on his butt over the freezing floor, pressing my body on his lap. He grasped my hands providing me to get up. But I humbled and slipped on the floor. My one ankle was hectic and reddish, may be it had a friction to the roughness of floor

I froze where I was and paused the movements, to prevent from pain anesthetizing my foot further. He quickly kneeled down and inspect my leg with his fingers softly, fuming to note how much pain I was hosting

Chanyeol: Are you ok?
His adoring enraptured eyes were scrutinizing my face expression with such a hauling energy. The after upheaval of a chao should never be this delicate. I felt contortion at breathing seeing his strong compassion on me. I rubbed my temple frustratingly with the back of my hand and let out an audible sigh

Y/n: I'm the one who slapped you and now also I'm the one who is in pain
He swept my feet off the floor by picking me in his arms, and my arms found their way to hook on his neck, which were unclasped when he put me down on the bed, with a hissing sound on his lips

Chanyeol: But my heart hurts much more than you're feeling now
He prodded my collarbones by his tame fingertips, and laid me on the bed, before covering me up under the sheets. His facial expression seemed to be needing a revival, and a sufficient rejuvenation

* Is he hurting that much? *

Chanyeol: Good night
He plopped down his body next to mine under the bedsheets, turned around giving me space not to see him. His strong spine was only facing me

Y/n: I wish I could hate you more
I mumbled in silence knowing he couldn't hear me, as my tiny voice wasn't loud enough to reach his eardrums, as it was muffling with the grumbles of rain and rumbles of thunders

~•~

My days started to shake and convulse in guilt as I couldn't forget Sehun. Actually, it was only way to escape from my gusty mundane. I didn't know if Sehun was approaching me or, if I was the one who establishing that ravelled relationship

My phone wasn't completely cracked. The screen was just graced by the sandy shatter of glass only

* Wow,no wonder Samsung got the best label *
I philosophized laying on my bed with my stomach, squirming my toes in the air, pressing my knees on the bed

When I pressed the button at the side of the small thickness of the device, I met his another regular repetitive request. The texts from him were simply simple

Oh Sehun
Can we meet? I wanna see you

I was frozen again seeing his same text. Though he was just asking for a proper meeting, I felt like I was heaving a big baggage. But we were doing nothing wrong. It's not like I was having an affair. But my instinct said, I should no longer create war. So, I kindly denied him pressing the keyboard forming a sentence

Oh Y/n
No, Sehun. I can't

I killed those attachment with a sharp thirsty blade, making sure I left no string between us. Then everything became settled again. We were friends, colleagues and classmates. That's what I wanna believe. My mind defined about him copiously over his texts

I shared him about how I create uneatable foods with Yoonhae aunty. How clingy was the Diamond. How my life was humdrum inside this swanky and ritzy castle. He also was quick-witted about my frank daily life. He gave me enough attention and solicitude, which I deserved to be supplied

I suddenly felt my phone buzzing in my boyshorts back pocket, while I was reaching up my arm to the cupboard at the kitchen wall, to look for some snacks. I quickly banged the door shut, and slid my hand into my back pocket

Oh Sehun
Y/n, I have something important to tell you

Oh Y/n
Yeah, what happened?

As soon as I sent it, my hands reached for the cupboard door again. Well, my ambition was to eat some snacks and, till then, nothing could stop me. Finally, I saw some chips and fries, which were perfectly fit in my hands. I tugged one packet between my teeth hanging in the air, and the other packet in my right hand, when the left was checking at the phone. Like that, I swifted to the living room and rocked myself down on the couch

Oh Sehun
I'm going to a work trip

Oh Y/n
Is it? Where?

Oh Sehun
Abroad. I wanna ask this again before I go

I already knew his request and didn't questioned him back, letting silence took place between us

Oh Sehun
You're not asking what my question is

Oh Y/n
I'd rather let you finish your words

I gulped my nervousness down through my neck into my stomach, feeling thirsty and dry to hear his repeated insistent

Oh Sehun
I wanna meet you. Don't say no again

I couldn't type a word as I couldn't fine a logical reason. Meeting him could be audacious action, and I was afraid if I dared to be a levelled up b•tch

Oh Sehun
This would take months, Y/n. Pleaseee

* Probably, I should just face him. Is that what I want, isn't it? *
I first thought of being self-centred. That was my weakness. Never I was able to choose according to my premises, rather than those weeps from my aching heart

Y/n: Let's meet him
Whisperingly, I typed again impulsively, fearing I might change my mind implying what should be done, instead of what I wanted to be done

Oh Y/n
Where should I come?

~~•~~

I hadn't thought I'd be so unsure about my decision in front of him . As soon as I saw his gorgeous face again, my emotions started to mix in guilt and happiness. He was facing outside of the cafe, through the glass with a designated cup in his hand, and his lips sipping on the coffee

* I'm perplexed now *
I settled at my own feet staring at him, not acknowledging if he was giving me his all eyes and ears to me. Those gelatin orange eyes were captivating me. For a sec, I thought of running from him. I didn't wish to hold on him like I did before. It'd make things worse than it already was. But my legs battled the gravity and automatically sauntered to him

Sehun: Y/n
He put his cup down on the wooden table, withdrawing his hands to his thighs, resting flat over each of them

* This's the man who I feel for *
His name and actions were engraved in my head, and my mind was familiar to his every breaths. I flashed him a smile and sat down

Y/n: You look good as usual
Compliments weren't my styles but a speciality came across my mind, letting me say those cheesy pearls

Sehun: I- I've been missing, you
He hesitated on those words as he always was shy in front of me like before, and I was flustered by his honesty. Then a silence took place between us. I can't remember how long we stayed like that, but as soon as I came to my senses back, I tried to break the silence

Y/n: So, are we keeping silence till sunset?
I sighed out a huff pulling his leg teasingly. His keep-avoiding eyes suddenly turned to me and cautiously met my eyes. His eyes're fearing I might look away

Sehun: I didn't mean to
His tone showed enough concern he was suffering in front of me. What a pity

Y/n: So ask me what you wanna know. I thought you have so much questions
I flipped the menu book acting like I was searching for my drink, venturing a discussion for him

Sehun: I-I
Such a cute stammer

Y/n: Tbh, tbh, a cappuccino please

I inquired to the waitress, who was putting down some drinks on another table. She nodded at me and reflected her face with a cheerful smile, taking note for me. He was cut off like that and remained silent again

Y/n: I miss you too
Out of nowhere, I dug to the deepest part of my heart, to the feels I had for him. His lips went apart readying to speak something out

Y/n: How about your job? Do they pay you well?
Again, I had to join another different conversation, for the little shy adult man

Sehun: Ah, of course, of course
He reported the words repetitively, while looking down to his coffee, to cover the pain in his eyes

Sehun: I've bought an apartment for my parents, and they totally love it
A resplendent smile conversed on his lips, lighting my whole point of view

Y/n: Good for you
At that moment, I realized a seethed truth

* My happiness is here *

~~...~~

It was 5:15 PM when I stepped in the house. I didn't realize the time, and I was afraid Mrs. Park might have to prepare dinner alone. As soon as I walked in the kitchen, I smelled a delicious meal exactly not like my burned fried chicken. I took off my coat and approached Mrs. Park

Y/n: Wowwww, this is opulently swanky
I praised at the dishes while thumbing up my two thumbs

Yoonhae: Oh, my dear. Where've you been? I haven't seen you well today

She gazed back to the pan, rubbing her palms to her ' Make it cook ' apron where a Micky mouse was holding two spatulas in his hands, also wearing an apron. She looked adorable

Y/n: Just my old acquittance
She nodded understandingly and retraced her steps back to the kitchen island

Yoonhae: C'mon, help me with this to the table
She handed the ivory flowered decor dishes, and I carried them to the dinning table

Y/n: Wow, this is heaven. I don't know how this could get much better
Aunty Yoonhae giggled in satisfaction, absolutely loving my compliments. I scanned the whole table and it's like #The King's Table. All kinds of lavish banquets are gathering in one place, accepting drooling stares from me

Yoonhae: Dear, can I ask you a question?
My head raised up to her ,cutting off my gaze salivating over the dishes

Y/n: No need to mention. You can ask me whatever you want
I rejoiced while nodding, with a think line sealing my lips. She held my elbows with such loose grip, guiding me towards the seat in front of the table. She also sat next to me gyrating the seat before me, then relieved a sigh

Yoonhae: You don't love him. Do you?
I kind of reach to a perception of her question, but also my thoughts were possessed by complexity

Y/n: Umm-

Yoonhae: My son
Her remark got me startled and shuddered into pieces and my head lowered down automatically. My conscience

* How could I tell her that I don't love her child? It'd be so cruel *
I faked a cough and gulped my fear, while turning my gaze away from her

Y/n: I-I don't know. But I didn't love him when dad declared our engagement
I chose a harmless answer, the most revlent and unpretentious one

Yoonhae: I know how you're feeling. Arranged marriage doesn't go well at the beginning
She had such a sweet and uncritical soul, which could keep warm everyone around her. Her soft palms found her way to my hands and squeezed them cordially

Yoonhae: I also faced that with his father too
She used her life as an example for me sloppily

* She was forced to marry too *
I pitied her and and looked at in her eyes comfortingly

Yoonhae: No, don't look at me like that. I'm happy now
She pulled back her hands and shook her head in a cute way,totally rejecting my naive pit

Yoonhae: I love his father. He was the only one who remained beside me in the most difficult situation. We rely on each other and a second thought, arranged marriage isn't that bad at all
I lost in her words and froze at the spot, not knowing how to react against her

Yoonhae: I heard your fight that day, and I don't want that to happen again
She dictated restrictedly and I felt like my mom was scolding me

* I miss mom *
I yelled out in my head, with such a big baggage of lack of love

Yoonhae: Do you get me?
She inquired one last question explicitly and I nodded while pressing my lips linearly

Yoonhae: Now go and call your husband for dinner

Y/n: Ok

I slowly walked in our room thinking aunty's words over and over again

* But he doesn't love me and I don't love him too. Are you sure that he doesn't love you? Are you sure you don't love him either? *
Thought erratically filled my vacant brain and as soon I twisted opened the bedroom door, I saw him wrapped in a towel. He was back-facing me and I slowly turned around to walk away without he noticing it

* Dumb*

* Dumb *

* Damn *

But a strong grip pulled me back in the room

Chanyeol: Why are you sneaking around?
I had to hold my balance strongly not to bump to his chest, when he tightened his grip on my small wrist

Y/n: It's time for dinner, so-so
My bottom lip became an object for my stammering, and I blessed myself with those reprimands in my head rapidly. My body was already heated and burned, conducting me if I already became a human meat grill

Chsnyeol: Should I eat something else?

< END OF CHAPTER 7 >