When his parents tired to marry him off to their friend's daughter FORCEFULLY.
" I don't love her " he said
His mom replied " no problem people can also fell in love after marriage" with a shrug
He just stare at her dumfounded
What will happen...
As per my parents’ orders, I reached home by 7:30.
“I know, princess, your inner soul is impatient to meet your soon-to-be husband, am I right?” Mom teased.
I just scowled in response.
“What’s with that expression, huh? I know because I’m your mother. Now go get ready—shu shu!”
I walked away without wasting another second.
Seriously, I can’t understand. It’s getting hard to control now. So what if he’s handsome and has a little bit of a dominating personality— Wait, why the hell are you thinking about him, Y/N-ah? What’s wrong with you? I scolded myself. I’m seriously going crazy because of this person.
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This is my OOTD—
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( Imagine makeup as you want , I'm not good at makeup and stuff)
Wow, I’m on time. Let’s scroll Instagram in the meantime.
Someone knocked on my door. “Yes?”
“Ma’am, Mrs. Lee is calling you downstairs,” the maid said. “Hmm.”
I walked down the stairs, only to witness my mom talking to that jerk happily. Seriously!
“See, Y/N-ah, my handsome son-in-law is here to pick you up.”
“Mom, we’re not even engaged yet.”
“Oh yes, talking of engagement—Taehyung, son, some other day you both should go for engagement party shopping.”
“Seriously, Mom? Engagement too?”
“Yes, why not? Are you comfortable with this, son?”
“I have no problem, Mrs. Lee.”
“Mom. Call me Mom.”
“As you say.”
“Shall we, Y/N?”
“Hmm.”
He’s looking handsome, no doubt. Control yourself, Y/N-ah. Don’t forget your motive so easily. I reminded myself. Ooh, we’re twinning.
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TAEHYUNG’S POV
I saw her coming downstairs, looking elegant and classy as always. The way she walks and talks holds a powerful aura around her. As much as I know, she’s not what I imagined—she’s different. My type. No doubt Mom’s choice isn’t that bad. The thing I like about her is that she doesn’t wear overly revealing outfits.
I was about to open the car door for her, but she reached first. By mistake, my hand landed on top of hers. She instantly jerked it away.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I was about to open the door for you.”
“Why? Did I tell you to?”
“My mom taught me manners and etiquettes—how to treat people, and many more.”
“Oh, I see. Then my mom also taught me to be independent, not to rely on someone.”
We both stared into each other’s eyes in a deadly silence. After ten minutes of this so-called staring competition, I finally said—
“Why don’t you sit inside quietly, without showing your stubbornness for once?”
“And I want to open the door myself… wait, I have an idea.”
“Speak.”
“Why don’t we decide through stone, paper, scissors?”
I looked at her with a done face.
“Seriously? You’re the top lawyer in the country and giving this useless advice? Who even made you one?”
“Don’t you dare say a word about my profession. Cuss me, but not my work. Got it?” She said, holding my collar.
“Fine.” I jerked her hands away.
After playing for two minutes, I finally won. “Ha! You can’t even win this,” I said.
“Shut up.”
Finally, after wasting twenty minutes, we both drove away.
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At the Restaurant
“What would you like to have?” Taehyung asked.
“Umm, I guess [your favorite dish and beverage] will work.”
“Alright.” He gave his own order too.
There was an unpleasant silence between us, so I decided to break it.
“Actually, I want to keep our marriage a secret.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Why?”
“Don’t get me wrong, but I think we should have both our engagement and marriage in private. No involvement of the media.”
“Why?”
“I always keep my background hidden in my profession. No one knows who my parents are, or where I live—for their own protection,” I continued. “I don’t like to mix my professional and personal life. I hope you understand my perspective.”
“I respect your decision,” he said, “but what if I have a business party in the future?”
“If my presence isn’t important, then I’ll skip it. But if it’s necessary, I’ll accompany you.”
“Hm.”
“Sir, your order,” the waiter said and placed our food before leaving.
“Tell me, why did you choose this profession? Don’t get me wrong—I mean, your family business is... well, business. So why didn’t you opt for that?” he asked.
