𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 ||𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫||

CHAPTER 1

YEAR: 2021- At YN's House.

''Oh, my god!" I exclaim with boundless joy as I peruse through my acceptance letter for my newly established fashion empire. My life's passion, my lifelong dream, for which I have toiled relentlessly, is finally taking shape – my very own fashion designing company.

Since I was a child, I have been consumed by the world of fashion design, yearning to be not only a designer but also a reputable CEO. And today, I have finally stepped into that realm. It marks the commencement of a new chapter in my life, a gateway to my heartfelt aspirations.

In this moment of triumph, however, I find myself basking in happiness but feeling somewhat lone. As I envision my parents' response, I can foresee their stoic expressions while uttering the words, "Oh" or "Nice." Growing up in a modest middle-class family, their approval and acceptance of my choices, or even my existence, has always been scarce.

My father, a commonplace worker at a bank, and my mother, likewise, have never showered my life, and sometimes my entire being, with genuine happiness. In my younger years, I vividly recall their occasional venture to carnivals, often after my persistent begging. Yet, when I asked them to allow me to enjoy the rides or purchase beautiful toys and dresses, their retort remained unchanged - "We cannot indulge in such nonsense. If you desire them, grow up, become self-sufficient, and earn the means to acquire them." How mundane.

This monotonous ordeal persisted throughout my formative years, until the moment I ceased begging. It was at that moment that my entrepreneurial spirit was awoken. The catalyst, as it often is – money.

I had an insatiable desire to have wealth, not merely some, but fortunes that would ease my alter ego. And so, I embarked on my journey.

And now, with this approval letter, I hold the key to my aspirations. Before long, I shall be the most illustrious fashion tycoon the world has ever encountered. It is then that I shall savor the power and witness my dreams bloom into reality.

TIME: CURRENT YEAR.

''Nim Yn, the phenomenal fashion designer. She has once again expanded her empire setting her ties up. She's opening her seventh company in the United States...'' The reporter's voice came out through the speaker of the television at Taehyung's office room.

''Classic.'' He muttered folding his arms around him, an ugly smirk playing on his lips.

''Can't believe you agreed for the marriage.'' His aunt scoffed sitting on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television while crossing her legs.

''I get it why you need her... She is a gold mine.'' Taehyung scoffed as he settled on his office chair.

''The girl earned every single of that. Why would you not want to ruin it?'' Mrs. Kim, his aunt chuckled smugly. ''You know how I love snatching stuff.'' She cackled slugly. "And you my nephew will fulfill my will won't you?" She sneered at him.

''Of course,'' Taehyung whispered, his teeth gritted. "She is going to be our greatest win. Aunt." He stated deceptively.

MEANWHILE AT YN'S COMPANY

''Ma'am, you have a call.'' Yn's secretary spoke as she handed over the phone to her.

''Who's it?'' Yn asked, nonchalantly as she was flipping through some documents.

''Um, It's Mrs. Nim.'' She said.

Yn took the phone and put it on the speaker as she still checked the documents. ''Yes mother.'' She spoke, her voice full of annoyance.

''You are going to agree to this proposal no matter what you say. Or els-''

''Did you call me so as to talk about such nonsense?'' Yn cut her off as she took the phone and switched it from the speaker mode, keeping it on her ears.

''Or else we are grounding you and taking down your company.'' Mrs. Nim finishes.

''Excuse me?'' Yn was startled for a moment but then chuckled at her weird statement.

''Yes Yn. You know we can just stop you from all of this right? '' She further says.

''I am sorry but tell me, exactly. How?'' Yn asked, her tone filled with sarcasm.

''Oh dear. half of the investment of the company was made by your beloved father and sixty percent of the company is still under my father that is your grandfather's name, until you make it in your own name which would preferably take about two years-''

''Fine. Stop. I will agree- I agree. Okay?!'' Yn interrupted as she understood where this was going to.

''Good girl. Now stop working and come home, they are coming to meet you today.'' Her mother spoke, her voice cold and demanding.

''Ugh.'' Yn sighed, frustration peaking her voice as she ended the call.

''Why do people marry?'' Yn groaned annoyed as she clicked through the keyboard of her laptop.

''Continuity of the species and for the continuation of generation. Biologically.'' A voice cut through her as she looked up to see who it was.

''Jimin.'' She calls, her tone suggesting that she already knew it was him.

''And for love, for those who possess a heart.'' He continued, looking at her as he was about to burst of laughter.

''Ha Ha Ha'' Yn rolled her eyes, ignoring him.

''I wonder why some huge CEO of Seoul is coming to marry an idiot like you.'' He stated as he took a seat on his chair, spinning on it playfully.

''Business. Obviously. It seems my father is a friend of his father's.'' Yn replied, her focus still being on her work on the computer.

LATER: AT HOME

"Don't you think he'll bolt when he sees me like this?" I roll my eyes as my mother applies my heavy makeup against my will.

"He definitely will if I don't do this," my mother responds coldly as she continues her work.

Internally, I scoff at her words, unaffected by her attempt to sway me.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, prompting my mother to hurry out of the room and downstairs. Seizing the opportunity, I swiftly remove the excess makeup and apply a light touch of lip gloss before descending. Less is more.

I can't believe that I have no choice but to accept this proposal; otherwise, my company will crumble.

And who on earth am I marrying? "Kim Taehyung," I mutter under my breath. The CEO of Kim Enterprises, the eminent business magnate of Seoul. His name sounds so regal and lofty, like the wistful glow of the moon amidst darkness.

It would be an outright lie to say that I'm not anxious at all. The unease courses through my body, but I choose to act confidently. Fake it till you make it.

I gracefully descend the stairs, my gaze fixed on the wall, standing by the couch, before finally summoning the courage to look at him.

And there he is. My eyes widen as I take in his entire ensemble.

He wears a sleek black shirt and perfectly coordinated black trousers, topped with a classy black blazer. A black leather belt with a silver buckle cinches his pants together, exuding elegance throughout his all-black attire. His black hair is styled to drape over his forehead, offering a blend of casual and formal vibes. Lost in admiring his fashion sense, I seem to forget myself momentarily. Ten on ten for the fashion sense.

When our eyes lock, an unusual, strange and captivating sensation engulfs my body, albeit fleetingly. I quickly averted my gaze, biting my lower lip.

"Why don't the two of you take some time to speak?" Mrs. Kim interrupts the awkward silence that permeates the room.

"Yes, please go ahead," my mother chimes in.

Nodding slowly, I guide him to my room upstairs. Although I know it's an unconventional choice to lead him there at this moment, I feel as though my thoughts are malfunctioning.

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