AUTHOR’S POV
“Taehyung, is that you?”
A female voice echoed behind them.
Taehyung froze. Y/N turned around, confused.
“Song-hee?” he said, his tone cold and dry.
“Oh, Taehyung, I missed you so much. You don’t know—”
“I don’t even want to know.”
Y/N stared at him with a questioning gaze — her eyes silently asking who the hell is she?
“Let’s go,” Taehyung said, grabbing Y/N’s wrist to leave.
But Song-hee blocked their way, her voice dripping venom.
“Wait. Who’s she? And what are you doing with him? I know your type — low-class girls who trap rich men for money.”
That was the last straw.
Y/N stepped forward, pushing Taehyung’s hand away.
“Low-class people, huh? The way you’re describing them… sounds like you’re one of them, Miss.”
“You—” Song-hee tried to speak.
“Uh-uh, I’m not done yet,” Y/N cut her off sharply. “Who are you to judge my character? Do you even work for your money, or still living off daddy’s credit card, princess?”
Song-hee scoffed, “I’m a world-class model, Yun Song-hee. You’re nothing compared to me. Leave him before he sees through your tactics.”
Taehyung sighed — he knew if Y/N truly started talking, it’d be over for Song-hee. And part of him… wanted that.
Y/N smirked.
“A model, huh? You mean the kind who climbs the ladder by warming other people’s beds? Then thank God, I’m not standing where you are.”
Song-hee’s face went pale.
“How dare you say that about me when you don’t even know me properly!”
“Oh really?” Y/N tilted her head. “Didn’t you just do the same? Taste your own medicine, sweetheart.”
Taehyung was trying so hard not to laugh.
“And you know what’s funny?” Y/N added, smiling. “You claim to be a world-famous model, but I’ve never seen your name in a magazine, TV, or even a gossip site. What kind of model are you exactly?”
Song-hee clenched her jaw.
Y/N turned away. “Taehyung, I’ll wait in the car. Hurry up.”
She walked off without a glance back, leaving Song-hee standing there, fuming.
Taehyung looked at her one last time.
“Well, meet my fiancée — Advocate Lee Y/N,” he said with a smirk, then left.
Song-hee’s fake smile shattered completely.
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TAEHYUNG’S POV
I sat in the car. Y/N had her eyes closed, muttering something under her breath.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She didn’t reply for a minute. Then she exhaled slowly.
“It’s a technique to control anger. Works better than yelling.”
“You sure you’re calm now?”
“Do I look calm?” she shot back.
“Don’t you wanna know who she was?” I asked.
“Why would I?”
“This is what other wives do—”
She turned her head sharply. “First of all, I’m not your wife. Second, I don’t care who she was unless your mess drags me into it. Got that?”
I raised my hands. “Okay, okay. Relax. Want some coffee?”
“Much needed.”
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Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung
FanfictionWhen his parents forcefully try to marry him off to their friend's daughter, he refuses. "I don't love her," he says firmly. But his mother only smiles "No problem. People can fall in love after marriage too." He's left speechless - and furious. But...
