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...
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Y/N’s POV
“What rubbish!” he said, pushing her away from him. I was glaring at them, fire burning in my eyes. For a second, I thought — is that Song-Hee again? But when I heard Taehyung call her by another name, I froze. How many “best friends” does this man even have? And worse — why does every damn woman on earth want to marry him?
Honestly, I made a huge mistake by keeping our engagement private. If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve gone for a royal wedding — cameras flashing, reporters screaming, headlines everywhere: “Kim Taehyung belongs to Lee Y/N.” Then the world would know he’s mine. Only mine. And no one — not even our parents — would come between us.
Mama wanted to step in, but Dad stopped her. She looked worried, her eyes fixed on her son.
“Who is she, Tae?” I asked, keeping my tone calm but my blood boiling. Before he could answer, that so-called bitch jumped in.
“Yes, Tae bear, who is she? And why is she calling you her Tae bear?” she said in a fake, squeaky voice that made me want to throw something at her. Was she trying to sound cute? Because damn — she failed miserably.
And what the hell was that ‘Tae bear’ nonsense? I’m not jealous — I’m just saying my man’s too handsome for his own good. Maybe I should lock him in a secret house in the middle of a forest. No one would see him. Not even a bird. Just me. Only me.
“I'm Lee Y/N — Kim Taehyung’s soon-to-be WIFE,” I snapped, emphasizing wife just so that this delusional Barbie would understand her place. Taehyung’s lips twitched — he was definitely amused that I called myself his wife. Probably the first time I said it aloud. Kim Y/N… yeah, that sounds perfect.
“What? Tae bear, how can you marry this girl when you promised me you’d marry me?” she said again, whining like a broken alarm clock.
Before things could explode, Mama stepped in. “Let’s have dinner,” she said, clearly trying to defuse the tension. “I’ll be back with food soon. You both freshen up.”
We headed upstairs — to his bedroom. Or maybe, our soon-to-be bedroom.
I hadn’t been to the second floor before, so this was my first look at where Mr. Kim Taehyung actually slept.
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