Under His Fur Coat - Kim Taehyung Special Short Series

Chapter 1

Author's PoV

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, still in her wedding dress. She was almost halfway through tearing the petals off the pink rose bouquet in her hand. It was beautifully put together, but she wasn't in a state to admire it. Rather it was the therapy for her anxiety and shock of being married to a stranger so suddenly.
She heard the door open. Her cold feet covered under the wilted petals moved slightly as she wondered what she should do in response. She hoped it was one of the maids. But the sound of those footsteps rang clear in her ears indicating it wasn't. She swallowed as it got louder and breathed in. His shoes came visible to the corner of her left eye and she immediately darted up, sticking herself in the small gap between the bed and the bedside chest.
Taehyung scanned the scattered petals across the floor before moving his eyes to her. He watched her one hand tightly clasping the bouquet while the other one was almost crushing a rose in its grip. She was desperately trying to stop her hands from shaking.

He took a step closer watching her nervously press herself against the wall. He reached for her cheek, his long fingers inches away from her blushed skin. Her body stiffened in response and she turned her face to the side.
The rejection made his hand drop. But zealously, he moved closer to her, pressing his palms beside her shoulders. Quickly breathing in, y/n shut her eyes tightly and squeezed her shoulders tightly. The reluctance destroyed his heart's yearnings. His chest dropped hopelessly and he didn't know how to handle it. He didn't utter a word, nor did she. He moved back and swiftly walked out of the room.
Y/n opened her eyes slowly, and was surprised by his reaction. She exhaled in relief but her sympathetic heart also beared guilt.

Y/n's PoV

Y/n: "Uhm..."
I reluctantly attempted to speak.
Butler: "Yes, My lady."
Mr Yip immediately turned although he was about to walk away.
Y/n: "Uhm...Where is he?"
I murmured softly. He probably didn't hear me.
Mr Yip: "I think he's dealing with some problems at the moment. You know business related stuff. I'm sure he'll be home tonight."
I was surprised he managed to hear me and answered to his best.
Y/n: "Oh..."
I was still anxious and my eyelids fluttered like they I lost control of themselves.
Y/n: "I'm not hungry. I'll eat later."
I attempted to smile and got up.
He stepped back and bowed. A bit hesitant this time, as I didn't eat lunch either. Breakfast was just a glass of milk.
Butler: "Forgive me my lady. But I can make something you like if you want me to. I'm sorry, I should have checked before..."
Y/n: "No, it's nothing do with that. Don't worry. I just don't have any appetite."
I smiled at him and he nodded bowing again. Slowly, I left with guilt for making him think it was the food he made.

It's the concern that seemed to have stolen my appetite. What's this worry and care I have to a stranger I only married two days ago...?
I wondered walking up the stairs.
I didn't make the choice to marry a man the whole City feared. My preference was just an ordinary man with a normal job who'd call me when he finishes work and buys the groceries I list along with a little surprise for me. You know something like chocolates or roses.

But sadly...
Somehow, I was... HIS choice.

A Very convenient choice for my stepmother too, because it's the easiest option to get rid of me. My father, who's a loyal employee of Kim Conglomerate and a slave to his second wife's orders didn't dare to speak up or question any of it. He just nodded and hid behind his darling wife when I looked at him with tears for the rescue.
Maybe my mother would have questioned all of this, if she was alive. At the end, I decided to take the journey fate had brought me with optimism.

I sighed sat on the bed. It's been two days and he still hadn't returned.
Maybe He didn't like the way I reacted to him. Maybe he's angry or maybe he's sad. But he's a mafia. So he's more likely to be angry than being sad or hurt...
But whatever it is, I must be the reason for his absence.
I wondered walking around the room unenthusiastically.