Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

PART-7

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.”