It all began when the nation's most renowned mafia entered the residence of Y/N, a modest young woman whose only aspirations were to complete her college education and lead a tranquil existence. Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to undergo a pr...
The car ride to Taehyung's home, which was now to be yours as well, was enveloped in silence; not even the faintest whisper could be heard. I gazed out the window absentmindedly as Taehyung steered with his left hand, the veins standing out on his muscular arm, while his right hand rested calmly on his thigh.
"So, how close are you and Jungkook?" Taehyung asked, his voice still distant and cold.
"I've known him since I was five years old. We go to school together," I explained.
There was no response as we pulled up to Taehyung's mansion. I unfastened my seatbelt and prepared to exit the car when he intervened, saying, "Wait." He stepped out of the car and jogged over, swiftly opening the door for me and extending a helping hand.
"Oh, thanks," I mumbled, taking his hand in mine. After entering the house, I grappled for five minutes before triumphantly reaching Taehyung's bedroom in one piece, despite the cumbersome length of my wedding dress.
"We're sharing a bedroom?" I asked, expecting to find at least two separate beds. Yet, my expectations were shattered as a solitary king-sized bed dominated the room's center.
"Any issue with that?" Taehyung replied with his characteristic poker face. I vigorously shook my head. "Hmm. I'll go take a shower then. You can change in the mean time—I'll take you shopping tomorrow for new clothes," he continued before disappearing into the bathroom.
Change? But I haven't got any clothes. What was I supposed to wear? I sighed, walking over to a drawer beside his closet. After a brief search, I laid my hands on a plain white t-shirt. Well, this will have to do. . . Unzipping my dress, I eventually wiggled my way out of it, before slipping into the shirt. It carried Taehyung's scent, as if he had embraced me just the other day; I could almost sense his strong arms around me. A blush crept across my cheeks.
I walked over to the large mirror placed by Taehyung's bed. The shirt reached my knees, exposing my collarbone. I stared at myself. I wonder what he sees in me. So lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the bathroom door swing open, revealing a shirtless Taehyung, a towel cinched around his lower waist.
Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled my waist, and a head nestled into the crook of my neck.
"Where did you find that shirt, sweetie?" he inquired, his voice deep and seductive.
"I—In that drawer over t—there," I squeaked, gesturing to the opposite side of the room. I could sense his gaze tracing my movements.
"Hmm."
Taehyung left my side, picking up a neatly laid gray sweatshirt from the bed. He turned back, his gaze fixed on me.
"Want to watch me change?" he asked.
I automatically turned around, covering my eyes. Shit, Y/N. What the heck were you thinking?
~Taehyung's POV~
Don't worry babygirl, you'll see me naked soon enough. Patience.
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