When 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...
“Then why do you behave like this?” I asked him, arms crossed.
Taehyung leaned back with that smirk of his. “Why are you so interested, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve started falling for me.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I scoffed. “No. I’m just… curious.”
“Oh, I see.” His teasing grin didn’t fade.
“She’s the daughter of Yun Woojin,” he said suddenly.
My eyes widened. “You mean the Yun Woojin? The famous businessman of Korea?”
He nodded. “Yeah. He was my dad’s business partner. I was fourteen back then. They used to joke that Song-hee and I would marry someday to ‘continue the business.’”
“Then why did our parents choose us instead?” I asked.
“Because it was just a joke — something Mr. Yun started. No one took it seriously.”
“Oh, I see…” I paused. “Then why is Song-hee so desperate?”
Taehyung exhaled. “She likes attention. Always did. Stay away from her, Y/N. She lives for creating drama.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You mean I should hide from her? Because I’m scared?”
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TAEHYUNG’S POV
And that’s the moment I regretted my words. Again. Lesson learned — around her, choose words carefully.
“I didn’t mean that,” I said quickly. “I know you’re not scared. You’re strong… rebellious even.”
She flipped her hair with a smirk. “Better.”
Whoever said women are hard to understand — they weren’t lying.
Just then, the granny appeared with our order. “Kids, your drinks.”
“Thank God,” I muttered under my breath.
We both thanked her and started eating. Surprisingly, our conversation after that wasn’t an argument. It felt… easy. Like we finally understood each other.
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Y/N'S POV
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Later that day...
“Hello, Mr. Park,” I greeted, extending my hand.
“Hello, Ms. Lee. Nice meeting you,” he said, shaking it firmly.
“Shall we start?” I asked. “Sure.”
“I’ve drafted the will papers. You can go through them before signing.”
He read them carefully for about ten minutes, then smiled. “Perfect. Thank you so much, Ms. Lee, for doing this on such short notice.”
“No problem,” I replied politely, standing up. We shook hands again, and he walked me to the gate.
