'Edited'
Her pov
Two days later
With my coffee in hand, I headed to my university's library to finish up some revisions because my exams are in a few days.
I ran into someone while walking, and my books landed on the floor. When I looked up to see his face, our gazes locked. He is the University's bad boy.
"I'm sorry." I apologized and bent down to collect my books, but before I could, he bent down and gathered them for me, saying, "It is fine." In his soft voice, and then walked away, passing me a smile.
Wait! Wasn't he supposed to behave like a bad boy?
I do not mind; at the very least, my coffee is safe. As I entered the library, I looked for a seat. Sitting on a chair, I opened my books.
I spent about two and a half hours revising two topics. I got up from my chair after checking the time. Taking my books, I walked towards the library's exit, but I came to a halt when my phone rang.
I responded after double-checking the contact's name. It was 'Taehyung♡' (don't forget the heart beside the name please.)
We exchanged our contact two days ago. Despite the fact that I know how to drive, He always drops me off at college and drives me home.
"Love," came from the other side. "Yes," I replied. "Are you free?" He questioned me in his deep voice. "Yes, I'm free now." I responded. "Then, I'm coming." Saying that he hung up the phone.
We are all supposed to find peace and love within our families, but I was always lacking in these emotions. After living with him, I was at peace and felt loved by him. Despite the fact that I am unaware of the reason for this marriage, or contract.
I have got thousands of scars on my heart and none of them was from enemy. It is difficult for me to trust him, but my heart wanted to take this risk despite knowing the consequences of trusting someone in the past.
Am I walking towards something I should be running from? This question terrifies me the most. What if he did the same, if he is faking these things? All of my nightmares from the past were haunting me. God only knows when I will be able to get away from them.
When I received a message on my phone, I snapped out of my reverie. "I'm here, love❤️" he texted. I rose from the bench and proceeded to the exit.
As I approached the car, I opened the door. I sat inside and put my books on my lap. Ignition the engine, he asked, "how was your day?"
"It was fine and yours?" I questioned back. "Mine was good too." He replied but what I didn't noticed was his smile when I asked him.
"My hyungs are coming for dinner today." He informed me. "Oh, okay." I replied, unsure whether they would like me or not.
"Are they your real brothers?" I inquired because I was curious. "No, they are my friends, but we are more than just brothers." He responded with pride.
For a few minutes, we didn't talk. However, I decided to break it because I require an answer. "Can I ask you something?" I inquired.
"You don't need my permission, love." He blurted out while looking into my eyes for a moment before getting back on the road.
This question had been living in my head for free since the day we signed the contract. And the question was "why me?"
He was silent for a few seconds, and I felt stupid asking him because I already knew he would not answer.
"Why someone else, when you exist." He replied, his eyes full of love when he looked at me. "When I love you." He continued in his velvety voice, which always gives me goosebumps when he is close to me.
"People like me are like mountains, we may look lovable from afar. But on coming close, all of it becomes a whirlwind journal." I muttered. My patriotic words had an effect on his mind, as evidenced by the look on his face.
I have always loved poems because no matter what you write, it will be understood by some people.
"You are true. You are lovable like mountains, then what is the pain in this whirlwind journey.
I love you with your whites and if I can't love your blacks then how can it be love, honey."Surprisingly, his words were so warm that they warmed my heart and ignited an unknown feeling within me. He must be aware of my rapid heartbeat.
He parked the car near the fountain in front of the mansion and then opened his car door, stepping out of the car, he opened my door, held my hand gently, and led me inside the mansion.
Walking inside the room, I took a pair of comfortable warm clothes as the weather is changing and walked inside the bathroom to take a hot shower.
I checked the time after coming outside. He wasn't in the the bedroom. I went downstairs, then into the kitchen. He was in the living room, taking a phone call.
I entered the kitchen and began looking for the ingredients for dinner. "Mrs.kim, do you need something?" Said a maid, who was cooking something.
"No, I'm here to cook dinner." I responded while checking the refrigerator. Before the maid could say something, he held my hands and said, "heaven, come with me." And escorted me out of there.
He made me sit on the couch and took a seat beside me as he entered the living room. "What were you doing in the kitchen?" He inquired.
" I was going to cook the dinner." I spoke up. "And why?" Um! Wasn't I supposed to cook dinner when his hyungs are coming.
"No, you are not going to cook that, maid will do." He answered. Wait!! I am perplexed now. " But I want to." I pleaded but do you really think he is going to listen me.
"You are prohibited to go inside the kitchen." His voice was stern, as if he would kill me if I did that. I frowned, a sigh left my mouth, "Do you think I can't cook?" I was offended because he did not even try my food. Then how can he say that.
"I don't question that, I know your food will be delicious. But just know that I don't want you to do that." I wanted to ask why, but I remained silent, but I am not going to give up; if not today, then some other day.
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