~WITHOUT COMMUNICATION ,THERE IS NO RELATIONSHIP . WITHOUT RESPECT ,THERE IS NO LOVE. WITHOUT TRUST THERE IS NO REASON TO CONTINUE~
Will their hate for each other turn into pure Love ?
The confusing love story of a school heartthrob and an innocent...
Author's pov. Yn woke up hearing sounds downstairs. She quickly got up and freshened up . When she went downstairs she saw some makeup artists and designers standing in a line . While taehyung was sitting on the sofa like a mafia ( well he was a future one).
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His cold eyes then met hers . Yn greeted him good morning while he just nodded . Taehyung - Yn come in my study room right now He said with no emotions and walked towards the study room like lion while yn followed his steps quietly like a small rabbit. He then sat on his big luxurious chair while eyeing yn's every move .
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He then cleared his throat making yn come out of her reverie.She looked into his brown orbs sensing he has something to say. Taehyung - aah u know today is a very prestigious party organised by our grandparents at their mafia castle. It's like a ball . We have to dress properly like Prince and princesses , whatever that is . Have a photoshoot together and dance blah blah ! We have only 5 hours so go the servants are waiting for u to dress u up He said and then started typing on his precious wife (Miss Laptop).
Time passed 5 hours - YN's pov
After 5 hours of sitting my back was hurting. I got up after my makeup was done . All servants went back to their homes . After 1 hour it was the ball . I went in the dressing room and put on the dress . Now I just had to zip it up . I tried but my hands weren't reaching. After fighting with myself i finally decided to take help from Taehyung. I slowly shouted . Yn- T-taehyung He replied "what " annoyingly. Yn- I-I n-need ur help He asked for what but I chose not to reply. Slowly I could hear the doorknob twisting . He was already dressed up . He saw what the problem was . With his crimson red cheeks he walked up to me
Author's pov.
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