Jagiya, a korean slang that means baby. Y/n didn't want her so-called husband to call her that- Jagiya. But just as his soft spoken soothing voice rang in your ears, it started to entertain, it started to make you feel loved....
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Third Person's POV
The knock on the glass door interrupted Taehyung from his attention on the laptop. "I am busy." "Are you sure?" The old yet familiar voice gained Taehyung's attention in the speed of light. "Appa?!" Taehyung quickly gets up from his comfy chair and rushes over to the glass door.
"Appa? What brings you here? You could have told me, I would have came over-" Taehyung bombarded his father-in-law with questions just after he opened the door. "Calm down, Taehyung. I was here to visit you. I was passing by your office so I thought to meet you."
Taehyung nodded in agreement and then immediately bowed. "It's okay. My dear, don't bow. Just a hug is enough." Taehyung smiles and pulls his father-in-law in a hug.
"So how is it?", the old man questions Taehyung. Taehyung frowns, not getting what he actually meant. "Umm.... I-I didn't understand-", Taehyung was about to complete but Mr.Choi decided to interrupt. "I am talking about your marriage life, Taehyung." Taehyung just smiles, trying to find some good excuses. There was a silence of five seconds, it took the old man in disgrace.
"I knew it. Wait, let me call her over here.", the old man sighs. "Appa, n-", the old man shoved his hand to Taehyung, taking Taehyung into the trap. Taehyung's hand started trembling, just by thinking about the dangerous anger of her. "Appa, it's a forced marriage for her. How come she will accept me in a day?", Taehyung tried defending her wife but couldn't.
"Y/n, come to your husband's office, right now." "Aniyo, appa!" And there, she answered with confusion- "Why, appa?" "We will discuss it all once you come here." He hangs up before she could even say a single word.
On the other side, she stomped her foot in anger, "Aish! This Kim freaking Taehyung!" She grabs onto the keys and rushes out of the mansion, knowing it very well that if she even delays a minute, she would end up being scolded.
:Twenty Minutes Later:
Ramping out of the black mercedes, she tugs on her purse tight. A nervous sigh left her mouth, she wondered what Taehyung told her dad that he had to talk so hoarsely to her on the call. Trudging into the enormous building, she looks around with sweat dripping down her face. The employees around bowed at her, yet she just stepped into the elevator as soon as possible.
Reaching the 10th floor, she ambled down the corridor to the left. Opening the door slowly, she peeks into the door. Taehyung's eyes caught her, he looks at her in clear pity.
She walks in, her heels make noise, gaining her dad's attention. She enters in with a straight face. Settling on the seat beside her dad, she keeps her leg on the other one. "Appa! How are you?" Though, she knew she would be crying any time soon, still she managed to pull her father into a hug with a sweet smile.
