SO MY OBSESSION FOR RACHEL AND YOUNG DO WAS BORN AFTER THE DINNER SCENE BECAUSE GOD DAMN THEY HAD SO MUCH TENSION..YOU KNOW, SEXUAL TENSION ;)...THAT THERE HAD TO BE SOMETHING BETWEEN THEM.
SADLY THE WRITERS DID NOT INCLUDE ANY ROMANTIC BACKGROUND TO THEIR HISTORY, SO I DECIDED THAT I WOULD MAKE UP MY OWN.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HEIRS, I AM ONLY BORROWING THEIR CHARACTERS BECAUSE I FELT LIKE THEY DESERVE MORE.
"Rachel is just my type," Yound Do smirks coldly at her. Their parents pause a moment, slightly wavered at the comment but no one makes a move. They don't notice how Rachel's knuckles turn white from gripping her fork to tightly, or the darkness in Young Do's eyes that seem to gleam a sick satisfaction at his sister.
Rachel's eyes narrow a fraction flaring a warning at him, though the ice princess's eyes revealed no emotion. She was the queen at masking her emotions, it came with being an heiress.
But as the heavily silenced dinner continued, there was a sharp pain in Rachel's ice coated heart that wouldn't go away, and the pricking of her skin from Young Do sharp and intense stare also refused to leave her.
Her mother broke the silence first, "Young Do, how are your classes going?" she asked, her voice capturing a motherly affection. Rachel helded in a scoff.
Young Do's sharp and sculptured eyebrows-cruel eyebrows, everything about him was cruel-rose when he tightly smiled at her mother.
"Good," his reply is short, and quick. His unwavering gaze still on Rachel.
Rachel felt like the oxygen in the room has started being sucked out. She felt lightheaded, but didn't dare let it show. She would never, never reveal an inkling of emotion, or godforbid weakness to Young Do.
She wanted to claw out his eyes. How dare he make that stupid comment about her being his type. He doesn't have the right to even remember those hazy nights with firm kisses, but he dares makes a subtle comment?
Fifteen minutes into the dinner, and Rachel's mother's phone rings, and excuses herself stepping outside of room. A few minutes later and Young Do's father's phone pings, signaling an incoming text message which he excuses himself to read outside as well, leaving Rachel in the company of the monster she read in children's stories as a child.
Pointy teeth, large red eyes, ugly wart covered face
But the monster in front of her was anything but ugly. The monster in front of her took the shape of a beautiful man.
Young Dos slick raven colored hair. His red lips-which Rachel thought were so red from the blood of innocents-curved into a smirk. His features were sharp. sharp cheekbones and a sharp and strong jaw. His cruel dark eyes twinkling with mischief and playfulness, but Rachel could see the storm brewing behind his facade. And his signature dark, sharp, cruel eyebrows cocked up at her.
Everything about him was cruel
Rachel decided that she was done playing for today. She complied with her mother wishes; She attended the dinner, was polite, and now that she had completed the task, it was her time to leave. Rachel stood up and grabbed her Gucci purse, turning to leave when suddenly a long leg stuck in her path causing her to stumble. Before she could fall flat on her butt, Young Dos strong hands clamped around her wrist pulling her towards him.
Young do stands up, towering before her. He smirked down at her, "Falling for me already?"
Rachel tried to pull her wrist away from his hold, but he only tightened his grip.
Young Do tisked, "Shouldn't we spend more time together, sister?" He pulled Rachel closer to him, faces only centimeters away. "Lets become very close with each other. After all, we will be spending a lot of time together."
Rachel ignored her cold heart pounding against her breast, and pushed against Young Do as hard as she could. She stumbled back, but quickly stood up straight like the queen she is, "Don't," she asserted through her grinded teeth, her chest heaving, "don't you dare. You don't have the right to ever speak about that ever again. Don't mention it to our parents and don't speak to me outside of what is required between us."
He smiles with teeth showing as if they were having a friendly conversation, "Now, now sister, we shouldn't base our sibling bound and our parents upcoming marriage with deception."
Rachel takes a step towards him, "Are you threatening me?" She says carefully.
Young Do takes the challenge and takes a step forward. "We don't want our parents to find out, now do we?"
The air is electric, Young Do can feel it. He knows that once his father finds out the past between him and rachel, he'll get a beating to knock him unconscious and land him in the hospital. He could already see the news headlines and the excuses his father would make to the media: BAD BOY ZEUS HEIR GETS GETS INTO A FIGHT
But still, Rachel looks so lovely like this with her cheeks rosey, eyes blazing and her upper teeth coming out to nibble on her lips every so often.
He likes her like this. So devilish, so wild.
He sets his eyes on her lips, "I'm sure we can work out an agreement to prevent your mother from finding out." He rests his hand upon her elbow, "What would your mother think of her innocent little girl, innocent no longer?" He taunts chuckling darkly.
She wants to slap that smirk off of his face but instead she forces herself to keep a cool head and smirk up at Young Do. She takes another step forward, so their bodies are touching. "Oh Young Do this threat works both ways. I wonder how your hard your father would beat for your infelicity." She pouts.
