the day my father became my worst nightmare
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There are moments in life when you realize the universe is playing a sick joke on you. Maybe it’s when you trip in front of your crush, or when you fail a test you actually studied for. But nothing—nothing—compares to what my dad just dropped on me.
"You’re getting married."
Boom. A 1,000-ton emotional bomb. No warning. No countdown. Just pure devastation.
I stared at him, my mouth so wide open that if any flies were nearby, they’d have gotten a free pass into my digestive system.
"Come again?"
My dad, sitting across from me like this was just another Tuesday, calmly repeated, "You're getting married."
Oh, okay. Sure. Makes perfect sense. Except it didn’t.
"To who? Since when? Why am I only hearing about this now?" My voice cracked at the end, but I pretended it was on purpose.
Dad sipped his tea like he hadn’t just hijacked my entire future. "A long-time friend of mine and I made a promise. If one of us had a boy and the other had a girl, we’d marry them off."
I blinked. "So, you sold me off in a trade deal before I was even born?"
Dad nodded proudly. "Exactly."
Ah yes, because my existence is a business transaction. How lovely.
"But what if I already have a girlfriend?" I tried, praying this would be my escape route.
Dad didn’t even blink. "Son, I know you well enough to say with absolute certainty—you couldn’t pull a girl even if you were the last man on Earth."
…Wow. Okay. That was uncalled for.
"And even if you did..."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a g*n, placing it on the table with a smile so gentle it sent chills down my spine.
"You don’t have a girlfriend, right?"
I suddenly forgot how to breathe.
"Of course not, Dad!" I laughed nervously, throwing my hands up. "Like you said, I’m a total loser with no game whatsoever."
Dad leaned back, looking satisfied. "Good. Now we can start preparing for the wedding."
"Right," I muttered, mentally screaming.
I needed a plan. A distraction. A miracle.
"Hey, uh, listen," I said, forcing a smile. "I have school tomorrow, so—"
"Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re taking the day off," Dad interrupted.
What.
"You guys are meeting tomorrow," he continued like he was setting me up for a casual lunch, not a lifetime commitment.
I felt the walls closing in. "Dad, I already took a day off just to come see you. My teacher won’t let me take another one so soon without a good reason."
Dad sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Son, son, son… You’re thinking too small."
And then—because the universe wasn’t done torturing me—he pulled out another g*n.
"If your teacher doesn't exist, he can’t say no, right?"
I was now questioning every life choice that led me to this moment.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice barely functioning, "is this why Mom left?"
He chuckled. "Partially."
Yup. That tracks.
It was a joke, though. They were in a healthy relationship—so healthy even puppy love would fail to compare.
I had two options:
1. Accept my fate.
2. Mysteriously disappear and start a new life in the mountains.
"You know what, Dad? You’re right," I said, forcing a grin. "Arranged marriage? Sounds amazing! Love is overrated anyway."
"That’s the spirit!" Dad clapped a hand on my shoulder.
I was going to die.
I knew that. But if I rejected this, I didn’t know what was going to happen to me.
Then my dad said, "Be ready tomorrow. You're going to meet your wife."
And then he dropped the real bomb.
"Good news for you—she already likes you."
...I sat there, staring at him.
What.
How. Why. Since when?
Dad continued, "And she’s a very beautiful lady."
Oh.
Okay, hold on. This is suspicious.
Dad looked me up and down before sighing. "What did she see in you that I couldn’t see in 16 years?"
…I don’t know whether I should be insulted or grateful.
"Kuroya," I muttered under my breath, "and they say this guy is the scariest, most serious mafia boss… This damn old man is straight-up roasting me."
But he said she’s pretty. Maybe this is where my main character privileges kicked in.
Dad left, probably to plan my doom.
And I was alone.
I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Who could she be?
Dad said she was beautiful. But with how hard he grilled me, I was sure she was out of my league.
But how could she already like me?
I turned to my side, hugging my pillow.
Am I really a main character?
Extended Scene: Midnight Panic Mode
I tossed. I turned. I couldn't sleep.
I reached for my phone and opened my messages.
Me: Yo, emergency. Help.
Yeah I have a bestfriend who said i couldn't make a friend jokes on you I am a main character and every main character has one best buddy for life
Best Friend (Riku): What happened?
Me: My dad just told me I’m getting married.
Riku: LMAO. Skill issue.
Me: Bro, I’m serious. He already picked a girl. Says she’s pretty and that she already likes me.
Riku: Damn, did you get isekai’d while awake?
Me: No, dumbass. This is real life.
Riku: And you’re COMPLAINING? Free wife. Free happiness. Why are you crying?
Me: BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HER!
Riku: Bet she’s a villainess.
…I paused.
Wait.
What if she actually was?
What if she was some yandere mafia princess who’d kill me if I even looked at another girl?
I smiled like an fool cause that's my type
I sat up. Oh my God.
I checked the time. 3 AM.
Great. I had officially lost my mind.
There was no way I was getting any sleep tonight.
I flopped back down, mentally preparing for my funeral.
Tomorrow, I was meeting my future wife.
And judging by how my dad handled things, she was either:
1. An assassin sent to kill me.
2. A complete psycho.
3. A normal girl who somehow had the worst taste in men.
Either way…
I was doomed.
- Writer
