Chapter 10

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(Monday)France, Hotel
Upon my arrival in France, serendipity struck as Mr. Kim's private jet touched down simultaneously with my flight. This fortuitous alignment led to us sharing a ride to the hotel. The 30-minute drive from the airport to our destination unfolded in captivating scenery, revealing glimpses of the French landscape. Engaged in conversation, Mr. Kim and I enjoyed discussing our respective reasons for visiting this enchanting country. As we arrived at the hotel, anticipation grew, and we seamlessly proceeded to the receptionist to check in, ready to embark on our shared journey in this new locale.

(Just imagine that they are talking in french)

Receptionist: Good evening, sir and madam. How may I assist you?

Me: Hello, we have a reservation under the names of Mr. Kim Taehyung and Y/N.

Receptionist: Certainly, allow me a moment, madam. I regret to inform you that we have only one room reserved under Mr. Kim Taehyung's name.

Me: What?! That's unexpected. Is there an available room for tonight?

Receptionist: I regret to inform you, madam, that all our rooms are currently booked.

Me: Alright, thank you for the information.

"Mr. Kim, what should we do now?" I inquired, taken aback by his composed demeanor.

"Share a room," he replied bluntly, exhibiting unwavering certainty.

"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked by the unexpected suggestion.

"Ms. Y/N, we don't have any other option. We have to share a room, and rest assured, I will not do anything to make you uncomfortable."

"I didn't mean it like that, Mr. Kim," I clarified. "Let's proceed; it seems we don't have any other choice," Mr. Kim stated, his voice reflecting a pragmatic acceptance of the situation.

As we stepped into the elevator, its metallic doors closed behind us, transporting us to our designated floor. The journey was swift, and within a few minutes, we stood before the entrance to our room.

"Mr. Kim, you can go ahead and take a shower first; I'll follow," I suggested.

He simply nodded, collected his clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom. Left alone in the room, I surveyed our temporary haven, only to notice the absence of a couch. A sinking realization set in – we were to share a bed. The prospect heightened the awkwardness in the air, and I couldn't help but sigh at the unfolding scenario.


""Ms. Y/N, you can take a shower now," he suggested.

I nodded, signaling my agreement, and made my way to the bathroom, making sure to take my clothes along.

As I emerged from the shower, the inviting aroma of food caught my attention. Mr. Kim had taken the initiative to call room service. We both dined in silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. However, the looming challenge remained – the inevitable prospect of sharing the same bed for the night.

Taehyung pov
At last, I'll cradle my angel in my arms in her slumber and wake up to the calm of her face. I made sure to snag a single room from the hotel manager, a cunning move to bring her within my grasp. The motive? to draw her closer perhaps kindle the flames of affection but if she doesn't willingly fall for me, I'll make sure she's mine, no matter the cost. My patience has wears thin, but these wicked thoughts lurking in my about her when we're alone must be tamed. The bathroom door swings open, and there she is, my angel in a white nightdress, an image of deceptive purity.

Post-dinner, my sweetheart appears drowsy, likely due to those pills I slipped in her food . I harbour no sinister plans or malicious intent I am just aiming to hold her close in my embrace without any interference.


"Mr. Kim, the accommodation situation—sharing a bed, is that correct?" my darling inquired playfully in her drowsy state.

"Indeed, Ms. Y/N. Let's not dwell on it. A good night's rest is essential, especially with tomorrow being a significant day for you. We can't have you arriving with under-eye bags, can we?" I responded, injecting a touch of professionalism into my playful tone.

"No, Mr. Kim, absolutely not. Good night."

"Good night, Ms. Y/N. May your rest be rejuvenating, and your dreams bag-free!"





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