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...
Both Taehyung and Y/N finally reached her home after dropping Jimin — who had forcefully invaded their car, as usual.
The moment they entered the mansion, Mrs. Kim rushed forward and hugged Y/N tightly. “Y/nie, my baby!” she exclaimed.
Y/N hugged her back, smiling softly. “How are you, my baby?” Mrs. Kim asked warmly.
“I’m—” Y/N was about to answer when someone gently poked her with a walking stick.
It was Tae’s grandma. “Get off her, will you? My sweetie just got discharged from the hospital and you’ve already started suffocating her!”
“No, Grandma, it’s okay,” Y/N said quickly, trying to calm things down.
The truth was, Mrs. Kim and Tae’s grandma had never really gotten along. His grandmother never liked his mother — she only accepted her when she gave birth to Taehyung. Even now, she barely tolerated her.
“Did you all forget about me?” Taehyung said dramatically from the doorway, carrying a few heavy bags. “She hasn’t even become a full family member yet, and you all are pampering her like I’m invisible!”
“Yes, because we love our Y/nie the most, right, my baby?” Mrs. Kim teased, squishing Y/N’s cheeks and kissing her softly.
“What the hell! You can’t just neglect your own grandson like this! Look at him, still standing by the door!” his grandma scolded.
“At least someone knows my worth! I love you, Grandma,” Tae said, pretending to wipe invisible tears.
“No, son, you got me wrong. I meant come inside with the bags. Y/N needs them, so put them on the table,” she corrected him.
“Wow… now even Grandma only cares about the bags. Amazing,” he muttered under his breath.
Y/N’s mom came in just then. “No one teases my son,” she said, patting his back.
“Mom, only you love me here. No one else in this cruel world does,” Taehyung said dramatically, hugging her tight.
“Stop being so dramatic already,” Mrs. Kim said, rolling her eyes.
As they stepped into the living room, Y/N’s eyes widened. The entire space was decorated with balloons — some floating against the ceiling, others scattered around the floor. A huge Welcome Home banner hung proudly in the middle.
“Welcome home!” Federico and Mr. Lee shouted, bursting confetti into the air.
“Wow…” Y/N breathed out, smiling widely.
A cake sat beautifully on the center table.
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“Me and Mrs. Kim made this cake for you. Do you like it, my baby?” Mrs. Lee said, hugging her daughter lovingly.
“I love it. Thank you so much,” Y/N said, hugging everyone one by one. When she reached Federico, she crossed her arms. “Where’s my present, huh?”
He smirked. “My presence itself is a blessing for you. Be happy with that, greedy woman.”
Y/N gasped dramatically and punched his chest. “How dare you!”
Everyone burst into laughter watching their usual banter.
“Hey, don’t tease my daughter like that, Fed,” Tae’s grandma warned jokingly.
“Okay, okay! I have a present for her,” he said, laughing. “I actually baked it myself!”
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“Tada!” He proudly presented another cake. “You like it, right? Of course you do — I made it!”
Y/N gave him a deadpan look. “Really?”
“What’s with that expression, huh? Let’s cut the cake already,” he said quickly.
She was about to cut the first cake but stopped midway. “Tae, come here,” she called softly.
“What happened, love?” he asked, sitting beside her on the couch.
She smiled and held his hand. “Now, let’s cut it together.”
“Wait, wait! Without me?” Federico protested, pointing at himself.
“This piece of shit,” Taehyung muttered under his breath.
“Yeah, go ahead, Fed,” Mrs. Kim said teasingly.
Federico grinned and joined them, holding their hands as they cut the first cake together.
“Okay, now my cake!” he announced proudly.
“But why is it already eaten?” Y/N asked, frowning.
“Oh, that— I was just tasting it! You know, chefs always taste first before serving the customer,” he explained quickly.
“Seriously?” Taehyung glared at him. “You baked this cake just to experiment? What if it’s not even good?”
They all laughed again before finally cutting his “tested” cake.
“Alright, Y/N, now go to your room and rest,” her dad said gently.
She nodded. “Okay, Dad.”
“I’ll take you,” Federico offered, stepping forward to touch her shoulder. But before he could, Taehyung grabbed his wrist and yanked it away.
“If you even lay a finger on her, I swear—”
“Oh really? What will you do?” Fed challenged.
“I’ll break your legs and hand them to you,” Tae said through gritted teeth.
“Oh yeah? Before that, I’ll break your hands, you little piece of—”
“JUST SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!” Y/N yelled, glaring at them.
“Fed, you’re my best friend, so I’ll go with you,” she said quickly.
“No, love, I’m your husband, I’ll take you,” Taehyung countered.
“Since when did you become her husband, huh?” Fed snapped.
“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Y/N shouted again, exasperated. “Both of you — do rock, paper, scissors. Now!”
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS?” they yelled in unison, but she just glared until they obeyed.
Taehyung won.
Fed groaned, cursing his luck under his breath. “Come on, let’s go,” Taehyung said softly, placing his hand on her shoulder and guiding her toward the bedroom.
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