"I don't want to marry him!"

"You don't get to decide!"

Makeup was smeared around my face, manicured hands pulling at my curled locks in frustration. Pacing around the house with my dad following, a hand lashing out at him while swiftly turning my body.

"I don't love him!" I argued, my father slamming his hand down on the fine table, the china shaking with the force.

"He will be great for the family business!"

More tears welled up with my heart breaking even more. "I don't love him! But you don't care, do you! It's all about the business!" My hands frantically wiped at my face, "I love Yoongi, dad, not Namjoon!"

"Yoongi's wealth won't support the business!" Father hissed. "But that doesn't matter. It is already decided. The marriage is in two weeks."

With sudden anger, I shoved my father away from me and ran out of my house. Running and running, until the sun was set and I found myself in Yoongi and I's hangout spot. Watching the golden fields below me, I cried. And cried. And cried. Until the sun was set and the stars were out. Until my head was aching and face was completely puffy and void of makeup.

Through the stars, I saw each memory that Yoongi and I had. He was so... genuine. He only asked of my family once, asked why I was so upset all the time. His gummy smile was so blinding, so easy to kiss. God, those lips...

Those large hands that always held me carefully, comforted me with soothing caresses. It's like I could feel them-

"What are you so lost in thought about, princess?" That lovely voice, the low rasp that practically sang. But I jumped.

"You startled me!" I look back at him and laugh. For the first time in a week. He smiled back, but it didn't reach his eyes. His long fingers brushed my wet cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi asked quietly. The smile that was on my face disappeared and I felt tears well up again. My throat grew tight with my chest.

"I... I have to marry Namjoon," I whisper and look down. I knew that his strong facade would fade and his own eyes would rain. Muttering 'sorry' over and over again, I burrowed myself into his chest. His nose buried into my hair and I would feel the wetness as his own sadness came and his trembling arms wrapped around me.

"I tried, Yoongi," I stressed, "I tried. Father wouldn't listen. I hate him."

His hands traveled to my face and cupped it, gently pulling me away from his chest, then slowly kissed me. It was extremely wet, with the tears slicking our lips up. It was salty, but distinctly Yoongi.

When it ended, it was reluctant. I had started shivering, Yoongi sighed and admitted that he should take me back and I immediately started fighting him. "I'll never see you again! When I marry Namjoon, I'll never kiss you again. We'd both be hung for having the affair!"

Yoongi just grabbed me and tugged me away, as I screamed the whole time. The slaves were startled, looking at us with confusion as I scream bloody murder with my anguish pouring down my face.

My father came out with a gun and a lamp, my tired mother following. Yoongi immediately had a shotgun pointed at his chest and I was trusted forward. My heart was completely shattered, torn to pieces in my chest.

"I'm sorry, sir," Yoongi muttered. "I... found your daughter."

My mother grabbed me and held my heaving body. Trying to comfort me. But I just wanted to feel the bigger body of my lover.

"What were you doing with my girl?" My father threatened, "you worthless bastard."

"I-" Yoongi hiccuped and I risked looking at him. He had lowered himself to his knees, hands up, and eyes full of pain, "-I was going to propose, sir," he admitted, then gave a weak smile, "please forgive me."

My father lowered the gun with a frown of confusion, "you weren't taking her innocence to spite me?"

Yoongi shook his head, "I would never, sir. I love her purely, I swear on my life."

I gave my dad a hopeful look, flicking between him and Yoongi. But my dad turned coldly.

"Leave. The marriage is already arranged, and I don't want to see your face around these parts every again, you hear me?"

Yoongi sadly nodded and gave a shallow smile, over exaggerating it. "I understand sir. I apologize. Just let me say goodbye to your daughter one last time."

My father reluctantly agreed, shotgun tight in his grip as I wiggled away from my mother and ran to Yoongi. Tightly grabbing his back, I planned to never let him go.

I knew.

"Meet me at our special place in two weeks and bring all the money you have. We will run away together," I whispered in his ear quietly. His grip on my back tightened and he whispered a soft yes.

"Any day now, (Y/n)," my father called sternly. Leaning back, I stared at Yoongi in the eyes before kissing every part of his face, spending more time on his pretty cupid's bow. We made sure to kiss messily in front of my parents, a kiss that I'm sure they've never kissed. One full of tongue and saliva.

My father called again, angry now, and we pecked one last time, both of our lips red and swollen. With one last long hug, we parted with reluctance. When I was close enough, father grabbed me and yanked me into the house with a glare to Yoongi. We shared a promise with one last look before the door was close and Yoongi had turned to leave.

I was punished for such a intimacy, scolded. But I couldn't bother to listen with my plan forming. A giant grin spread across my face once the door to my room was shut and locked. If only they knew.