Bangchan is your husband. He is one with the mafia, it runs in the family. He is of course, very rich. He always wants to play around with you, but you don’t let him have access to you. You’re arranged anyway. He is very rich from his jobs, that might be why, maybe it was even before he was a proper mafia.

You are his arranged bond. You were normal, you didn’t do anything fancy much, you didn’t really have the chance to do things in the past anyway. You just work, like the family said, you are trying to be more fit, lose weight, like the family said, but being unpleasant to look at, was probably something that wouldn’t change, as well as your shyness, your inability to talk much , usually quiet, softly spoken, and a monotone voice. You always want to not react to something, you don’t wanna smile, cry, lash out, be angry, just be kind. Sometime, you think about your life choices, and sometimes end up doing something you don’t like to do, that you really do genuinely, crying. You usually tear up, but it is still also very very rare that you will be actually crying.

Well, this was arranged, you don’t really like him anyways. You shouldn’t feel any pain. He hangs out with other girls, other people, he just does not care, he spends endless amounts of money, he’s…rich…wow. Well, at least he doesn’t really spoil you, right? Wrong. He’s always trying to give you money, since you work jobs at restaurants and cafes, and had been trying to get some money for a while.

He went to a party, the ones that he usually likes to host. He likes partying, fun. But you would rather not, you don’t wanna be around strangers, crowds, you would rather be with maybe just one singular trusted person, and draw, read, sleep, or just work. You knew what was gonna happen, he was gonna go and hang out with some other people, with no cares in his mind, no cares, not in his world, his is different.

He came back, he was just laughing and smiling, women around him, and another drunk man, maybe younger than him, clinging to him.

“Hey”