Reader x Victor {MLQC} - Runaway
Title: Runaway
Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice
Character: Victor
Genre: angst
Warnings: sad
Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 751 words
POV: second person
Written by: @mythiica
Request: @stillundecidedusername
Other comments: u want angst okay here u go
“When did you say you needed to be there?” Victor growls as he grips the steering wheel. He looks at you from the corner of his eye, but then quickly returns his attention to the road. The words slip past his teeth and he has to keep himself from grinding his jaws together in anger.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m late anyways…” You fold your hands over the layers of white lace and cream tulle. It is a struggle to hold your tears back, but you save face and watch the traffic.
The two of you are silent, but then again, you don’t really know what you expected to happen. Your dress slips up a bit when you wriggle on the seat, and you realize your silk-clad heels are stained with muddy water from stepping over the gutter. It makes you snort, but at least the long edge of tour skirt will hide it from guests.
“What are you laughing at now?”
“We’re not stopping to get new ones.”
Victor speeds through a yellow light and makes a sharp left turn. Cars honk and you instinctively reach for the handle above your head to grip it.
It starts raining again, and the sky looks how you feel. A swirling mound of grey hiding the pretty blue of a bright future. You lean your head against the window, no longer caring for your makeup or hair. Running through the city to Victor’s office building did enough damage to your foundation that it was a waste to put it on in the first place.
The next time Victor makes a sudden turn, you slide around a bit and nearly hit your head against the ceiling of the car.
He clicks his tongue and slows down to the speed limit so that he can reach over your chest. His arm brushes against your chest, and you hope that his suit is thick enough that it muffles the vibrations of your pounding heart. “You’re not wearing a seatbelt. Do you want to make it there in one piece or multiple?”
Victor clicks the metal into its place and returns his hand to the wheel. He obviously wasn’t looking for an answer, and you don’t have it in you to make a joke. I didn’t want to mess up the ruffling. It’s custom, you know.
You bite the inside of your cheek and see the tower of the chapel in the distance. Dread fills you, but you swallow your guilt and sink down in the leather.
“Why didn’t you accept the invitation?”
The engine revs angrily, seemingly in response to your question. Victor changes his footing and starts to break slowly for the last turn. “Like I said in my email, I had a meeting.”
“But when I came upstairs, you were in your office.”
He huffs and runs a hand through his hair. “Idiot,” he mutters under his breath. “They canceled last minute.”
You know that Victor is lying.
He was always a bad liar.
A pearl hangs loose from the stitching at your waist, and you tug at it as a child would. Only now do you realize that you are missing one of your expensive acrylic nails. It must have hooked on something and fallen off.
“You still could have come, we have extra seats.”
Victor’s expression relaxes, like he wants to say something, but he lets it go.
He stops in front of the chapel. “No, I couldn’t have.”
Now the urge to cry returns, even if you know that Victor is right. Taking a handful of your dress, you step out of the car and turn to thank him. Victor rolls down the window and finally meets your gaze.
“To be clear, this is the last time I drive you to your wedding, so make sure it… counts.”
Brushing a few strands of hair back, you pull a flower free from the nest atop your head. You let it drop onto the passenger seat of his car. “Thank you, Victor.”
With that, you turn and march yourself up the steps for the second time.
You want him to call for you.
When you look over your shoulder, Victor gives you the saddest smile you have ever seen.
“Congratulations on your marriage.”
He changes the gear and takes off, not daring to stay a moment longer and witness the love of his life marry someone else.
