The Marriage Contract || Taetzu Fanfic

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Taehyung's POV

The night is calm and so is the huge mansion. The living room's lights are switched off, only the light from the television is illuminating the darkroom.

I am sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand, watching a beautiful lady interacting with some high-profile men on the screen.

I simply sigh deeply as it became a big deal for my poor heart to handle. To avoid more pain, I got up and switched off the television before walking upstairs to my bedroom.

The room is dark, but I'm used to it as the light sometimes affects my eyes; mostly when I'm stressed or having a minor headache.

I lay on my bed but couldn't get any sleep as my thoughts keep on wandering to the lady on the screen just a few minutes ago.

"Damn It!" I cursed under my breath, "Why did you end it all, Jiyeon? I gave you all that you wanted, yet you left me just to be with that man. How did our beautiful relationship end up this way?" I ran my hands through my hair in frustration as I asked the same questions I've always asked myself over and over again for the past months.

It always seems like a train on motion hits me hard whenever I recall everything that's happened between Jiyeon and me.

We once had a good and healthy relationship. I was the only man she ever looked up to no matter what the situation was.

We were so close that we shared the littlest things. I gave Jiyeon everything she wanted and granted her the greatest desire to become an actress. The woman she is today is all my doing, yet I'm hurting so much.

Everything was going well, we were the perfect couple until Jiyeon started behaving strangely. It was just a few weeks to our dream wedding and Jiyeon's behavior towards me slowly became cold.

I tried talking to her to know what was bothering her, but each time I tried to ask she gets angry and irritated. It kept on occurring constantly until one evening she decided to put an end to it.

"I don't love you anymore, Taehyung. I'm now in love with my director."

And that was all. With that statement, she walked out of my mansion and my life.

I let out a heavy sigh as I stared at a blank space. I recalled the painful memories of how my love story with Jiyeon the lady I just watched on the screen a few minutes ago ended.

It's so painful and the wounds are still so fresh because it all happened three months ago, right here in my mansion.

Three months ago was the day Jiyeon ended our beautiful relationship.

"No." I muttered angrily, "we are not done Jiyeon, not yet. I will get you back in my life, no matter what it takes me." It was the last word I muttered before closing my eyes to call it a night, despite knowing that sleep is quite far away from me tonight.

"I can't accept this. I had to travel from Korea to Tokyo in a hurry just to face this nonsense? This is humiliating." I questioned in a low tone, but that doesn't mean that I'm okay with what's happening. I was seriously mad, but still trying to keep my cool because of my reputation.

After all, I'm so famous when it comes to the world of business and it will be very easy for anyone to recognize me and my assistant Jimin who also is my best friend.

"We're sorry, Sir, for the discomfort. Just that something quite important came up, and Mr. Park had to cancel the meeting. Please, I deeply apologize." A lady who happens to be the assistant said in an apologetic tone with her head held low, and my best friend Jimin who accompanied me to the meeting got irritated at the lady's choice of words.

"Something important came up you say?" Jimin repeats after her, clearly irritated at the situation.

"Do you know how important this meeting is to my friend; or does that mean that we are people with ample free time in our hands? Seriously, I can't believe this!" Jimin said and looked at me, and I know full well what that look means, but I didn't let the issue stress us any further and from the look on Jimin's face, I can say he is disappointed that I let it slide so easily.

"Let it be, Jimin. Since we are in Tokyo already, I will use this as an advantage to see the love of my life, Jiyeon, and spend the night in the hotel. I heard that she's in that hotel for her movie promotions." I whispered to Jimin's hearing.

"Are you sure you're okay, friend? I mean going to see your ex is like reopening the wounds that are slowly healing. It will only ruin you even more." Jimin tried to talk me out of it, but I just let it be. What's done is done, I have to try my very best to fix it.

"I'm already ruined without her. Life has no meaning without Jiyeon by my side. Besides the money I spent coming here is wasted already as I surely can't get it back. Let me just see her, Jimin. At least she might be happy that I came to visit her." I tapped my assistant, Jimin, on the shoulder with a sigh following.

"I will get going now, you can take the next flight back to Korea, it's okay."

"Okay man." Jimin waves goodbye and left.

I sighed deeply, knowing that all Jimin had just said is true, but what difference does it make? I'm a helpless man in love, and I have to see my love and try to make things better.

I head straight to the hotel with hopes of seeing the woman I love so dearly.

Tzuyu's POV

A loud bang at my door woke me up from my sweet dream, the dream that keeps me doing, a dream to become a beautiful and successful model.

I glanced at the wall clock and it was 9 a.m and I am still busy enjoying my beauty sleep as if it was already the weekend. I lay carelessly on my bed, mumbling some words of annoyance.

I drank too much last night due to the frustration of continuous and constant failures and rejection in my life and dreams.

"Who the f*CK could that be?" I managed to sit up and step down from my messy bed. I lazily drag my feet to the door with my messy hair. It's not as if I care about how I look, so it's fine.

"Who's there?" I asked almost in an angry tone.

"The delivery man. I have a package for you." I heard him say.

On hearing the man, I grinned widely and quickly pulled the door open. I signed the package and retrieved the brown envelope from the man.

"Thanks." I said happily and rushed back to my room and I quickly ripped open the envelope in so much excitement, but my smile dropped immediately as I read the contents.

"Not again!" I yelled out in annoyance. I slammed the brown envelope in my hand against the bed before ruffling my hair as if the hair is the culprit of my distress.

"Why do all the modeling companies keep rejecting me? Why do they hate me so much?" I asked myself and jumped out of my bed, this time around I reached out to my old punching bag and started throwing punches against it. It's something I always do whenever I'm upset or feeling sad about something, It's more like a habit.

"You just wait and see Mr. Choi, you grumpy old man. I will become a very famous model very soon and prove you wrong." I said angrily while pointing at my uncle's picture on the wall with sweat streaming down my face.