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All the present girls of the hotel were looking at him. Neither could I.
Never expected that their son will be him. Taehyung was tall and wore faded jeans and a plain black T-shirt beneath a denim jacket. His gaze could be the reason for my death. The dark stubble on his face, combined with his black eyebrows, dark eyelashes, and short black hair, made him look like the devil's best student. A flashing red hazard to my heart.
As he spoke, Taehyung stared. At me. I was sitting next to Mrs. Kim. "Hello everyone. Good evening." he handshake my dad and nodded with a smile at my mom as he pulled out a chair and sat exactly in front of me. Face to face.
When he finished speaking. Taehyung watched me, his mouth open in a half-smile, one that held the hope of pleasure.
I was breathless. Hypnotized.
"Let me introduce him to you Y/N." Mr. Kim's saying broke my trance as I looked away from Taehyung.
"You don't need to." I paused making Kim parents silent. "We are in the same class. Hmm, Buddy?" I was quite disappointed with Taehyung for the behavior he did today in University. I planned to make him annoy today as I looked at him.
"Yeah." His gaze was nothing less. Something was in his mind. Dirty or Devilish.
A/N's POV:
Everyone knew that you and Taehyung know each other but they have to be like, this is their first meet nor the plan will fail. Mrs. Jeon was convinced that you would not accept it. You were stubborn as well as self-willed.
The food has arrived which was ordered by Mr. Kim. Every traditional and western food was in it. You all were eating well. In the midst, they were also talking about their business purpose deals.
after sometime
"Are we ready?" everyone nodded as Taehyung's dad spoke except you who didn't even understand why they are getting ready. You just google-eyed them, noticing Taehyung also understood.
"Will you accept my son, dear?" His sudden and unfortunate question made you choke on your food. Little did you know, your heart was telling you that their intention was against your will.
"What? I didn't get that?" You smiled and took a glance at your mom. You were totally clueless about what's happening. "My dear, we all took a decision about you and Taehyung. You both are getting married. It will be a great choice for our company's achievement." Your dad informed you when you were dumbfounded at the same time teary. "Dad--" the shaky voice of yours was utterly proving that you'll disagree. "You have to agree, sweetie!" Mrs. Jeon dared in a soft tone. All of them were being cruel to you.
Everyone was determined to know your opinion. Even Taehyung was sitting with his head tilted down. "D-dad are y-you asking my permission or informing me that you all decided that?" You couldn't take it anymore and burst out of tears. Every single tear was carrying a lot of meaning.
"Listen daughter he is a very decent and polite guy. He will never harm you, we promise. And he will protect you." Mrs. Kim spoke out.
All of a sudden you burst out and yelled while standing, "HOW COULD YOU ALL DO THAT? NOT EVEN INFORMING ME YOU DECIDED THIS. IT'S NOT A GAME, IT'S A MARRIAGE. YOU DID IT JUST FOR YOUR COMPANY." Slamming the table hardly with your palm, you ended up speaking. Your main purpose was to yell at your father. He never asked for your opinion in every work you were attached to. Taehyung's eyes were big. He never saw you that much in anger.
By your yelling, the whole hotel went numb. Each and every customer's attention was on you. "I'm sorry." you bowed a little. "Excuse me." said as you headed to the washroom.
"Uhh, I'm going to check her." Taehyung left the table. "See, if you can make her agree." Mr. Kim queried. He nodded and followed you.
"I knew it she'll make a mess. It was better to discuss this in the house." Mr. Jeon sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose in worry as Mrs. Jeon patted his back giving him sympathy.
Your POV:
I can't believe they are doing this to me. The eyeliners were smudging leaving me looking horrible. I slightly wiped off the liners from the corner of my eye with a napkin. I looked at the mirror. It wasn't Jeon Y/N. It was just a desperate Y/N with a loss of hope, belief, and love.
"May I come in, Ma'am?" someone entered whose presence was useless. Still entering while he locked the door from inside. "Get the freak out of here!!" I hold back. "What did you just did?" I asked, irritated. "Locking the door and......." he ended up with a breath. "And what?" I asked, my head tilted in curiosity.
He extended his steps towards me. A dark aura was coming from him while I was like I could just stare at him. He immediately switched his direction and went to the sink beside me to wash his hands. What the-? What is he trying to do?
"I'm here to calm you down." still washing hands.
"I'm already calmed by those FREAKING people out there!!!" I shrugged, making my way to open the door to send him outside. "You can go. I'm coming in minutes."
"Nope, Madam. I'll take you there soon with me." he pulled me closer to him as I turned on the other side to hide my cheeks which were getting warm and red for the dark and hot atmosphere he was creating. "Let's go then." speaking in a soft and dangerous tone as he wiped his wet hands on my dress. "You are such a jerk!!"
"Y/N, please agree with this marriage." his intention changed in a second. Silence. Still. "I will always make you happy. I'll protect you all the time. Please, Y/N, please. I promise you if I let your one drop tear down then you can do with me whatever you want. Give a divorce if you want. But please don't disagree with this marriage, please. Don't deny or our contract will be destroyed and maybe we have to leave this country as well. Please, do it for our parents. Do it for your father, please. For our company." He was almost begging me. His eyes went blurry and glittery by his unborn tears.
"Huh, company!" I shrugged. "Maybe we will be happy together," he slightly whispered. Happy? We will be happy? Happy with him? No way!!
The number of please was making my heart melt. But I was strict. I knew my feelings would never grow for him. I don't want to hurt him for the rest of his life without love. For me, the first impression is the last impression. And his first impression was of a guy who was rude, rough, cold, and annoying.
He was waiting for my answer impatiently as he again said, "Please don't disagree!"
I looked at him with a straight face, "And YES, I will disagree!""No you're not gonna do that." he insisted.
"I will," I demanded.
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I will."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes!........uhh I-"
I should re-rewrite this mf story. It sounds so lame😭😭
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Husband a.k.a Bully || Forced Marraige AU || k.th ff
Fanfiction[Ongoing/Under edit] 𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚. "𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙔/𝙉." ...