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sauntered through the aisle while interlinking my arm with my father's. Don't do anything wrong,
Y/N. I thought, exhaling a deep breath.

I could feel my heel getting stuck with the white dress swathed around my body and I couldn't do anything at the very moment.

The anxiousness of being we'd with the man of everyone's dream who was known for his looks, his physique and his treasury prestige. Every second woman would be dreaming of marrying him but I just opposed it, which was disagreed by my father. Endurance of speaking in front of him was already low and thinking of debate with him made shivers run down my spine.

I tried to say no and as a compensation got those ruddy with pale blue marks over my skin whose marks were still outspread but were hindered inside the layer of foundation of my skin colour. No one can make out about them, even the person who would look at me with sheen closeness.

Taking a step ahead, I lost my balance for a jiffy before I got a hold over my feet. I can feel the stares on me especially the person walking me down the aisle. I could feel his clutch around my wrist which just stiffened by the passing seconds but I couldn't let out a whimper. I just can't let go of the mild smile I have over my visage at any possible moment.

My orbs had the hot liquid already settled on the bottom eyelids, I am sorry. I clenched my eyes shut as I could feel a tug, acknowledging me to steps ahead.

I gazed at my father's visage which had a deceptive smile plastered over his lips, "Can't you f*cking walk properly." I heard him muttering under his breath as his teeths grind with each other over the sentence as I whispered, "I am sorry." Holding my tears to myself, I did my best to blink them off before we again resumed walking down the aisle.

A WEEK AGO

"I have arranged Y/n's marriage." I halted over the movements as I perceived my father's voice. The clinking of the forks and knives turned into silence as it conquered the dining area.

But soon I heard from my father's side as he took a bite from his plate while my heart was hammering against my ribcage as I gulped down the left over bite in my mouth.

I could feel my brother's voice lingering over the atmosphere, "You arranged Y/N's marriage without her consent." I gazed upwards from my plate to meet my brother's eyes who was sitting just across me on the dining chair as he was looking at father with sheen disapproval.

His eyebrows were furrowed as the nerve over his temple could be seen at a distance which was turning ruddy over passing seconds.

I twitched my orbs to look at father as he placed his fork and knife on the plate, settling them across the fringe of the creamy plate.

I let out a deep breath as I could feel my mother staring at father and then at my brother with anxiousness in her orbs as she let go of her cutlery which she was holding onto the plate.

"Did I ask for anyone's opinion?" I heard father's deep tone as he placed his fists on the periphery of the dining table while my brother didn't divert his gaze from father.

Oppa please.... I heard the sound of the chair sliding against the tiled floor making me gulp down as I could feel the goosebumps rose all over my hands and neck.

Following, all of us stood up as I was gazing down at the unfinished plate of mine while my mouth was parted away as I perceived father's footsteps coming approaching my physique.

My heart would have popped out of my chest as he stood beside me before asking, "You are going to marry him!" Debating with my guys, I took a few seconds to turn around to face him, D...ad! I don't want to marry...this soon." I stammered whispering before I heard him say, "I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

I closed my eyes before waggling my orbs left to right for a few seconds and again speaking, this time while looking in his dark hollow orbs, "I... I don't want to get married now." I sensed the sweat trickling down my temples.

The next second I felt him gripping over my wrist which was more of a clutch and he stiffened it by passing seconds as a whimper left my mouth and I stretched my hand to hold his before his dark glare stopped it in its place.

"Stop it! Just stop it." Yeonjun oppa shouted but father didn't let his orbs travel away from mine. A lone tear gushed down my left eye and soon another followed behind, "Please... please let me go." I pleaded but his clutch only tightened.

I groaned as I gazed at my hand which was turning pale blue while I curled my fingers into a first, holding onto my frock. Yeonjun oppa scurried over to my side before he stood beside us and held my father's hand over mine, "Leave her."

Father stared at his hand and then at him, locking his gaze with him as he pressed more tightly while tears were escaping my eyes, gushing down my cheeks, getting soaked within the fabric of my frock, dropping down.

I looked at my stepmom who was standing in her place while trying to hold herself back as her orbs held anxiousness as I looked back at father, "You will marry him!" Father declared as I looked at Oppa for a second who was making his grip harder on father's wrist hindered by his suit jacket.

I unwantedly nodded at his sayings while closing my eyes and letting out a few sobs. I felt his hand loosened around my skin as he let it go and my hand hung sideways with the pale blue marks and ruddy skin for sure.

I gazed down before I could hear a sound making me flinch as I stretched my palm over my mouth, astonished by the sudden noise as I looked at the two with my eyes widened.

He hit Oppa! Yeonjun oppa had his face tilted to the other side as my chest rose and fell occasionally, "Be in your limits." Dad howled as I clenched my eyes shut.

Mom sprinted to this side of the dining as she held Yeonjun's hand, gazing at his ruddy cheeks and then at her husband. I watched Yeonjun oppa twitch his orbs at father, holding the loathing within them. Gritting his teeth, I watched his nostrils flaring for a few seconds before he strode out towards his room.

I sauntered behind him leaving both the elders behind, "Oppa!" I called out with my croaked voice while tears weren't halting in their place. I stepped up the stairs as I watched him skipping through the stairs.

The time I reached the hallways of the residence, I heard the sound of the door slam shut with a thud echoing out spreading through the hallways. I rushed o'er to the wooden door of his room before slamming my palm and fist on the surface.

"Oppa! Please open the door." I threw my fists occasionally for a minute as I heard the door of the room unlocking. I wiped off the tears with the back of my hand as the door opened ajar before I pushed it open.

I looked at him with my ruddy cocoa orbs which met his black pitch sheeny one's; I hesitantly stepped inside his room while blinking a couple of times. Taking a few seconds I let out a whisper, "I am sorry, oppa."

His hollow gaze faded away once he heard me and looked at me with a bit of his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes held befuddlement, "Why are you saying so?" He asked as I stammered with my wobbly tone, "Dad... dad hit you because of me. I am sorry." I declared before a sob left my mouth as I wept and clenched my eyes shut.

I felt his arms embracing my physique with his warmth as I clutched onto his suit jacket within my fists and rested my visage over his chest as I wept my heart out, soaking his shirt damp.

I am so worthless as well as helpless, I just hurt people in one way or another just like I killed my mother, the second after I took my first breath. I killed her. Maybe dad still can't forgive me for this or he was just the same as before. He can't forgive me for the past 20 years. I hope you were still here, mom.

"It's not your fault. It was always his and will be." Oppa muttered under his breath.

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"I have arranged your marriage." The elder declared standing in front of his son who looked up at him from the file he was holding within his hands.

"She is the daughter of Choi's." The elder continued while his son took a glimpse down at the file before letting out a deep sigh as he closed the black file shut in a go and flinged it on the centre table of the lounge.

Raising his feet to gaze at the elder's gaze who was already aiming at him, "You arranged my marriage without even asking me." The elder one sighed, taking a glance over his shoulder and then back at him, "You would have said no again, Taehyung." Taehyung clenched his fists shut before grinding his teeth with each other and closing his eyes to simmer down his building anger.

"It's already been 3 years. Just get married and forget your wife. She is already dead and you have a life ahead of yourself." The elder one said, making him look at his father, Mr. Kim Hwan.

"How can I forget her? She was my wife and the mother of my unborn child. You want me to start a new life when I can't even get over my past one." Taehyung retorted, his chest heaving back and forth while the veins embedded his neck and temples, budging out due to his anger, glaring at his father.

"Do you think that you would come and tell me to marry anyone and I would say yes already?!?!" He asked, taking a step towards his father, Mr. Kim Hwan.

"You have to. She is gone and you have to forget her now. It's high time for God sake. I have already said yes to this marriage and that's the final decision." Mr. Kim declared in one go which just added more salt over his untreated wounds.

Taehyung deeply exhaled before declaring, "Don't expect anything from this marriage. It would just be two beings living in a residence." Taehyung locked his orbs with his father before turning around.

She died because of me. I killed my unborn child in your womb. How can I forget that incident and move on with nothing but a sheen hatred for my own mistake which lead to the downfall of our happy family.

"The marriage is in a week!" Mr. Kim declared as Taehyung gulped down before leaving Mr. Kim's physique in the lounge, he made his way upstairs towards his room.

Stepping inside his bedroom, he strode over towards his bed as he looked down at the bedsheet before stooping down and pulling the duvet off the mattress which landed over the tiled floor.

"How the f*ck I can marry someone and let go of you, Ari?!?!" Striding towards the study desk, he got a hold over the paper weight and threw it in the direction of the mirror placed beside the mirror as the smashing sound outspread the room while the glass splintered all over the floor and the bed sheet covering the floor.

He gazed at his reflection through the splintered glasses spread across the floor, the already broken can't get hurt as a lone tear escaped his left eye which soon gushed down his cheek and then dropped over the floor.

The two broken souls are soon going to meet. Will they be able to heal each other or will they be broken fragments?