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Say Yes, Darling Mafia - Chapter 4
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Elian
“Mr. Yun, I have your lemonade.” I walk to Rose, almost hiding behind her and sip on the straw.
I see him follow us. He stares at me with blank eyes and hands in the pockets.
I turn around so he sees my back and sip on the lemonade.
“Rose, can you please leave us?” he says.
“Please don’t leave.” I catch her hand and she gives me a look of sympathy.
“It’s okay, Mr. Yun. You should get to know your fiancé. I will be cleaning around the house.” She gives me a smile and I watch her leave.
How will I run away? He is standing in the only exit I know so far?
“So, Elian Yun.” He says to himself, “I didn’t know father would pick a man. He is always full of surprises.”
He didn’t know? Now it’s awkward.
“Hm.” Is all say. I feel so embarrassed and stupid. I don’t want him to look at me.
He doesn’t care and walks to me.
“Are you shy? Why?” he asks emotionless.
“I’m not.” I look away from him.
“Then why don’t you look at me? I don’t like when people don’t make eye contact.”
I hate eye contact.
He takes my face into his hands and brings my head to look at him. My chin lifts up a bit and the hair falls of my cheeks.
Now, he has a full view of my face from extremely close distance. I blink.
“Why do you wear make up?” he asks me.
“W-what?” I look at him scared and confused.
“It’s just a question. I want to know. I’ve never seen a man wear make-up and long sweaters.
That’s why thought you’re a girl.”
“I’m-not,” I move my face from his hands.
“Yes, I can see that now too.”
“Would you want me to be a woman?” I look up to him
He gives me a blank look. “No. At least you won’t get pregnant on accident.” He smirks.
“Oh.”
“It was… … a joke.”
“Oh. Hm.” I gulp.
He looks away. “Never mind. If you are done sipping on your drink, I can show you your bedroom.”
“Yes, okay.” I follow behind him like a lost puppy. In the meantime my suitcases disappeared and I wonder if he has more staff working here.
He walks me up the stairs, looking behind his back if I’m still following.
He is so different from what imagined. He thinks I’m a girl and doesn’t even know my name.
Does he even care about me?
“Here it is.” He shows me a bedroom with queen sized bed, working desk, two wardrobes and a tv, “you can redecorate it if you want to” he sighs annoyed looking at his watch, “I have a meeting so I have to go into my office now but you will be unpacking anyway, right?”
“I-yes.” I nod.
“The office is at the end of the hall. Don’t come in without knocking.” He warns me and I gulp scared.
“Okay.”
He leaves and I stand there next to my suitcases. Why is he so cold towards me? I know this is arranged marriage but he could at least try to be nice.
Elian
I unzip my three huge suitcases. Is it really not too much?
He must think I’m a weirdo for taking so many things. But I will live here from now on.
Isn’t it good to bring as many things so I don’t have to buy them?
I sort out my things to the wardrobes. Shirts, t-shirts, tops, jeans, sweatpants, shorts, jackets, hoodies, blazer.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter boots. I have a whole collection of things. I like fashion.
Then I style all my creams and face masks in the bathroom next to the bedroom.
Wait. If he sees my creams and make-up here, he will think I’m a girl again.
I at least hide it in the cabinets so it’s not visible on the first look.
I’ve had this issues for a while now. It’s nothing new for me.
People call me a girl on daily bases because of how I look. I’m shorter than my male friends which makes people call me cute.
You know, when a woman calls you cute, I could take it
as a compliment. Especially when I know they don’t have any feelings
towards me.
When a man, mostly straight man, tells me I’m cute, I feel embarrassed. In man language it means being weak.
They don’t call me hot or handsome, they call me cute and pretty. Weak.
It’s so unfair.
My dad says a beautiful man should be more appreciated than a handsome man and I should not take it offensively.
But how can it not bother me listening to it every day?
Well, it got a bit better when I explored my sexuality more. When I realized I’m gay, I didn’t mind being a little feminine.
I soon realize I will not be a top either and … sometimes it made me happy when a top called me cute as a compliment, it was the only exception.
I soon realize I will not be a top either and …
sometimes it made me happy when a top called me cute as a compliment, it was the only exception.
Is Rhett even into men? He looked shocked to discover I’m not a woman.
I hope he is otherwise that will be a very long sad life.
That day we barely talk. I feel embarrassed to say anything to him.
I don’t even get hungry and he doesn’t call me for food. Maybe he doesn’t care.
I just sneak into the kitchen later at night, gulp down some food and then go straight to bed.
I sleep like a baby that night.
Rhett
“No, it’s all wrong.” I said annoyed and punch the table. The people on my video call all tense up, “fucking fix it. I don’t pay you to solve this my own.
I don’t have time right now, my fiancé is in the house.”
“We will make it work on our own, d-don’t worry Don. Congratulations on your fiancé?” one of them says.
“I will come back at seven and if it’s not fixed one of you will pay for it.” I end the call and sit in my bed with closed eyes.
I need to calm down. I need to calm down.
I rub my shoulder that hurts from all the typing on my computer. I walk closer to Elian’s room.
We didn’t really catch up yesterday. I didn’t know how to approach him.
He didn’t look interested.
I wouldn’t expect someone like him to be in father’s pick. Also, why didn’t he choose a woman for me, I thought he desperately needed that pure blood line.
I guess he doesn’t want my kids but siblings’. He is lucky I’m bisexual otherwise I would throw this into his face.
Elian is beautiful, without a doubt. He is so feminine, it makes his fragile. I don’t know if he is or if it’s the façade but I want to protect him.
I’m about to knock on his door when I hear voices coming from his room.
Is he talking to himself? No, I think he is on the phone.
11 … you don’t get it dad, he thought I’m a girl. You know how I hate when people say that.”
My heart speeds up, “…he thinks it’s so funny to mock me for wearing make-up.
You said he won’t mind me… what? No, he does mind, dad.” I put my ear closer to the door, “he doesn’t care, he just always leaves somewhere… I’m so hungry and we don’t even eat together, I don’t know what to do around here.
… I can’t ask him, I told you he left. I don’t want to be here, dad.” I don’t want to be here. My eyes widen. He is not leaving my house.
I knock on the door. His voice get quieter as he ends the call. His door opens a little and see one of his eyes looking at me.
“Yes?” he asks me.
I put my hand on the door to open it more and enter his room. “Did you unpack?” I look around it and see his empty suitcases.
“Ehm, yeah, I did,” he rubs his hand.
“Is anything missing in your room?” I look at him. Wait, he looks different. Of course, he doesn’t have the make up and his hair is tied.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. I takes a step to him and put my fingers onto the hair tie. Then pull it out of his hair so it falls down messily again.
He takes a step back from me. “Please don’t touch me without my permission.”
“Why don’t you have make-up?” I look at his face holding the hair tie.
“I- because,” he hides his face again. I take a step to him and he takes a step away.
Is he scared of me?
“Do you want something to eat?” I know he does. He told his dad.
“I’m good.” He sits on the bed and plays with his shirt. Huh? He just said he’s hungry.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”
“I’m good.” He sits on the bed and plays with his shirt. Huh? He just said he’s hungry.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” “Please, give me the hair tie back?” he lifts his arm and
shows me his small palm.
“I will if you go have some food with me.”
So he gets up but instead of walking towards me, he disappears in the bathroom and locks himself.
I stand there shocked.
Did he just leave our conversation? I just wanted to feed him.
I play with the hair tie and then put it into my pants.
“I’m going to tell Rose to cook for us now. If you want to eat, just come down.”
Usually, I would throw a scene here if someone just left my conversation but I will make an exception for him.
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