Marriage about love, or loyalty or choice. It's about expected duty and honor. About : money and power. Both have diminished since mafia groups and other criminal organizations have attempted to expand their power in our region.
A band started playing just as dinner was drawing to a close, signaling it was time for the obligatory dance. Taehyung stood up, holding out his hand. I let him pull me to my feet and at the same time the music sounded. Dahyun squinted disapprovingly.
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When Taehyung pulls me towards him, I trip on his chest as dizziness overtakes me. Luckily, no one noticed because Taehyung's arms around me hugged me tightly. His eyes pierce mine as he lowers his lips and caresses them from my hands.
The band played faster and faster, urging us to finally enter the dance floor. The tables were set up around him. Taehyung holds my waist as he leads me to the center. To everyone around us, it seemed like a loving hug but not to me.
Taehyung pulls me into his chest for a waltz and I have no choice but to rest my cheeks. I could feel the gun under his vest.
Not even the groom could come to his wedding unarmed. For the first time I'm happy with Taehyung's power. He had no problem keeping me on my feet while dancing. As it ended, he bowed. "Once we get back to the table, You must eat. I don't want you to faint during the party and especially on our wedding night"
I did as he asked and was forced to eat a few bites of potato and cold meat. Taehyung's watchful gaze continues to examine me as he talks to Jimin.
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The dance floor was filled with other people now. Ryujin got up from his chair and asked Mingyu to dance. No surprises there. He couldn't refuse it at all. I also couldn't refuse when Taehyung's grandfather asked me to dance.
After that I was passed from one person to another until I lost count of their names and faces. During that time, Taehyung's eyes followed my every move, even as he danced with the ladies of our family. Dahyun also can't escape from the dance floor. I've seen him dance with Jimin at least three times and his face is getting more and more sullen every time.
"Can you dance with me?"
I was taken aback by a far familiar voice that sent a sensation of dread through my body. Kim Seo Joon. He was tall, though not as tall as Taehyung, and not muscular. "You look unhappy on your wedding day"
