YOUR POV

He grabs my hand and dragged me with him.

It hurts even when I didn’t try to resist him.

“Hey, let go!!!” I screeched.

He didn’t budge.

Why is the music so loud again?

“Hey, I need to at least say bye to my friends” I said.

He kept on dragging me with him.

I saw Lu Han in one corner talking to someone, I used some body language to say bye to him.

He nodded while the jerk drags me out.

He finally let go as he threw me into his car.

He has a hobby of throwing me into his lovely car.

He quickly gets into the car as well.

“I brought my car here” I said calmly.

“…” He remained silent.

I squinted my eyes.

“I need to bring my car back with me” I said, a little louder this time.

“…”

I sighed.

He really does have some problems with me.

Annoying jerk.

He starts the engine and sped off.

This guy is mad.

He was driving inside a Bugatti Veyron at a speed of at least 130km/h.

I didn’t utter a word.

I still want to live in this world.

I don’t want to make an angry jerk angrier.

The police suddenly stopped us midway.

I sighed in relief. Finally, my savior is here.

He opened the window in annoyance and look straight at the police.

I guess he was taken aback by his glare. He jerks back and quickly regained his consciousness by asking him to take a breath test.

The jerk looks at him in annoyance and took out his wallet instead.

He’s going to bribe him?!

He took out a card and he immediately bowed to him and said sorry.

The jerk rolled his eyes and grumbled a few inaudible words before he shuts the window and sped off.

Oh dear, I don’t want to die today just yet.

I haven’t met my prince charming.

I didn’t even know what true love is.

I…I haven’t got my huge giant walking centipede.

I haven’t live my life to the fullest.

I don’t wanna die just yet.

I sighed and pouted.

Why is he so mean to me anyway?

He left me inside the house.

I went out.

I accidentally met him.

I talked with HIS friends.

He dragged me out.

I even compelled with his games.

What mistake did I even do to him for him to do this to me?

Oh right, marrying him is a grave mistake.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate this bipolar cold annoying jerk prince.

He finally stepped on the brakes.

I survived.

Thank God.

I immediately opened the door and banged it close.

He, on the other hand, went out again.

So what’s the point of bringing me home?!

Why is he controlling my life?

I barged into my own house.

What am I? A prisoner?

I went up and in to the master bedroom.

I erase my makeup and changed into a white tee and short terry shorts.

I went down.

“Do you need anything ma’am?” The butler asked.

“The bartender is in right?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am, do you want me to call him for you”.

I nod weakly and walked towards the bar.

I sighed as I entered the bar.

Cold, as usual.

I let out a small bitter smirk.

The bartender immediately came and bowed ninety degree.

“I’m sorry I’m late”

“It’s okay, just prepare something strong for me” I smiled weakly.

He nodded and quickly takes his place.

I sat down on one of the stools.

He gave me a shot, and I drank it immediately.

“Ms, you’ll really get drunk if you drink that way” He said.

“I do intend to get drunk. That’s why I’m home right?” I replied.

He nodded immediately.

He gave me a glass of whiskey, and also a small plate of nuts.

I laughed.

“I look pitiable don’t I?” I asked.

“Should I be honest with you?” He asked nervously.

“Go on” I laughed.

“You looked hollow to be exact. Why don’t you just live your life the way you used to? I mean you’re married and that’s it. The only difference is the fact that you two are legal partners” He said, very straightforwardly.

“The whole house knows about the thing right?” I asked.

“Yes, we do” He said.

I nodded. “You’re right. The only difference is the fact that I don’t have a home to go to. I have a castle, but there’s no home” I smiled bitterly as I take a big gulp of my whiskey.

“You could always make a castle a home” He smiled.

I laughed. “All bartenders have very sweet lips don’t they?” I said.

“Sweet talking is a part of our job you see”

“And is psychiatric a part of your job?”

“With a dash of psychiatric” He grinned as he offered me another drink.

“Thank you” I said as I held up the drink.

“No probs” He grinned.

"You are one lively kid aren't you?" I asked.

"Yup, i'm very very lively" He said

“How old are you?” I asked.

He looks really way too young to work right now.

“Me? I’m 19, why?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“You’re still so young, how di you became a bartender?”

“My father is the bartender in your household, and I was, well, kind of trained by him, and we don’t really have the money to educate me nor my siblings, so I thought that it’ll be good for me to work and help my family”

“My family doesn’t pay well huh?” I asked.

“No, it’s not like that, but, my mom is sick and she’s been lying in the hospital for more than five years, we spent our income to pay the hospital bill, your family have helped her a lot, otherwise she’ll not be able to make it today. So now, my job is to pay for my siblings, while dad work to keep mom alive” He said.

“That’s…sad” I said.

He shook his head, but we’re all very loving towards each other.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?” I asked playfully.

He nodded “Sort of. At least there’s something that a third generation chaebol doesn’t have” He grinned.

I took a deep breath in defeat “True, very true. What’s your name?” I asked.

“Hyun Woo, Lee Hyun Woo” He smiled.

“Nice to meet you Lee Hyun Woo” I grinned as I held my hand out.

“Nice to meet you too ma’am” He smiled.

“So, how many siblings do you have?” I asked, as I tasted the new drink.

Cold, yet hot. Fits my tongue.

“I have three more siblings, two brothers, one sister” He grinned.

“She must be loved” I smiled.

“The love you got plus two” He grinned.

I grinned too.

“How old are they?”

“The youngest is only 7, then 11 and then 15” He said.

“4 years gap” I said.

He nodded.

“That’s why we’re loving” He said.

“I have a four years gap with my husband too you see” I said.

“…Some things just doesn’t work the way it should” He smiled.

I nodded as I drank the drink.

“The basil there taste to die for right?” He said.

“It gives a good dash of flavor in the end” I said while nodding my head.

“That was my first creation” He beamed proudly.

I nodded “Not bad for a first creation” I smiled.

“The basil makes you want more and more” He said.

“It makes you long for it” He continued.

“Wow, deep” I laughed.

He laughed with me.

“Hyun Wooshi, could you please give me some time alone? I enjoyed your company, but, my thoughts right now are really complicated and they’re currently entangled with each other, I need time to untangle them one by one. So, maybe next time?” I asked.

“Ah, I’m sorry ma’am, I guess I’ve disturbed you” He quickly replied with a bow.

“No no, it’s not like that, I really enjoyed our conversation, but, my mood is just not right for it” I smiled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am” He said.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine, I’ll talk to you next time” I grinned.

“Ne!” He smiled.

“Then I’ll take my leave first, here is your whiskey to help you untangle those thoughts” He said with a bow.

“I’ll be sure to come here when I need a talking buddy” I grinned.

“And I’ll be sure to stand here” He said.

“Then” He bowed and retreats to his quarter.

What do I really need to do?

Get my life back.

We’re partners Hee, only partners.

Everything should have a clean cut.

I thought as I take a sip of my whiskey.

Why am I sad? Its not like he was my boyfriend or something right?

If he could do whatever he wants, then, so can I.

I drank my loneliness away until I started to feel all dizzy and flying.

I hate this feeling; this half drunk state is the worse state of all.

That state where you feel like you're drunk, but you're not, and the only thing clear is the major headache.

I’ve at least drunk a bottle of whiskey. I guess I really am a heavy drinker.

One bottle and I’m only half drunk?

I chuckled, I am so proud of myself.

Suddenly the jerk’s face appeared.

Then he gave me that infamous smirk of his.

I splashed the whiskey inside the glass onto his face.

His smirk is still there.

Why is he still there?

Is he mocking me?! Is this some sort of a mockery?!

Fine, you want to mock me? Let me crush that beautiful face of yours.

I threw the glass to his direction.

The glass broke into a million pieces and fell onto the counter top.

He’s gone.

Now, what should I drink with?

He...he always ruins my life.

Like as if getting married to him and making me into a prisoner isn't enough, he still needs to take that tiny private moment of mine with his sickening face right?

I walked towards the glass cabinet with my wobbling legs.

I grabbed a glass but it fell straight to the cold tiled floors.

I let out a dark chuckle.

So now even the glasses mocks me?

How great.

I took another glass but it fell as well.

I took a deep breath in annoyance.

I plopped myself onto the ground and I could feel the glass fragments that pierced my legs.

But, somehow I couldn’t feel the pain.

I laughed.

How funny.

You think a night couldn’t possibly ruin a person this bad right?

You’re wrong.

The loneliness and coldness is just way too hard for me to handle.

Usually I would laugh and cuddle with my brothers, or have a good night talk with my grandfather, but now, everything is gone.

Everything is gone in one blow.

All of those warmness and love...they're all gone.

One day you’re still inside your own safe picture of your own home, the next day you’re alone inside a cold castle.

Coldness, that’s the worst kind of punishment you could ever get.

I never knew he would be this cold.

What kind of husband leaves you alone inside a castle in their first day as a married couple, even though it’s only political but isn’t it too much?

Let’s say that I went out, with what rights do he have to bring me home and leaves me there?

I let out a dark laugh again.

I stood up with my wobbly legs and took another glass. Though, it too, fell.

I gave up and walk back towards the counter, I grab the bottle and drank it straight from there.

At least the bottle didn’t mock me.

I drank and drank, slowly even the tears starts to rolls down.

I was fine a few days ago, I don’t even know when did I start to pile up this sadness inside of me.

At first, only a few drops of silent tears would rolled down, but slowly, somehow, it starts to turn into sobs, and it evolved into cries as time passed.

This is a place where no matter how hard you cry nobody could ever hear you.

I take another big gulp of my whiskey.

And I swear to muself, this will be the first and last day of me crying inside this house.

From tomorrow onwards, I should be stronger, I wouldn’t cry anymore, I won’t feel cold nor empty.

If the house overpowers you, you need to be stronger and you should overpower the house.

I am living inside the house, the house won’t live inside me.

That’s my resolution.

I won’t live a pitiable life, I’ll still live my life to the fullest, so until tonight only, I shall cry.

I took another big gulp and cried, I can’t even stand straight right now.

The world seems to be spinning.

I put my head on the counter top, my eyes threatening to close.

I use one of my hands as a comforter for my head.

“Ah” I managed to let out.

The glass pieces managed pierced through my hand as well.

Curse the jerk.

I take my hand and head away from the countertop.

I tried to stand up on my wobbly feet, but it gave up on me.

I fell straight to the floor.

I chuckled.

I chuckled so hard that new hot tears flow down my cheeks.

I could feel the new intense pain of the tearing of the skin. 

A wound that was already there but is deepen by new wounds.

I tried to stand up, but my hands and legs failed my to.

I might as well sleep on the floor for tonight, so that my body could get use to the coldness.

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