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...
AUTHOR'S POV Y/N and Taehyung woke up from their beauty sleep. Taehyung’s first move was to tease her about the redness in her cheeks from their close proximity. How could the Almighty Kim Taehyung let a chance to tease her go by?
Taehyung emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a low-slung towel. It was tied so loose that even a slight movement looked like it would send it tumbling. Y/N was standing at the mirror, doing her daily makeup. She made eye contact with him through the reflection, and her gaze immediately dipped down to his abs and lower body. Tiny droplets of water still clung to his upper torso.
"Like what you see?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
She immediately shifted her focus back to her makeup, needing to get ready for the law firm. "I've seen way more sexy and buffer bodies than this," she replied smoothly.
"Oh, really? So my wife has seen way better than this, huh?" he repeated her words, a hint of possessiveness and jealousy coloring his voice.
"Hmm," she replied without looking up.
"I think you haven't seen clearly yet, wifey." He leaned in close and said the words in a low, dark, husky voice. She shivered lightly, feeling like Satan himself was speaking, but she remained composed and decided to take revenge for all the morning teasing.
He moved right behind her, encircling her waist with his arms and pulling her back against his body. She immediately felt his erection pressing against her lower back.
Her eyes widened, feeling the hard line of him against her. Taehyung smirked at her expression; he knew exactly what he was doing.
"What happened, baby? Cat got your tongue, love?" he whispered in her left ear.
She elbowed him, snapping, "Stop it, Tae! Go get ready."
"Hmm," he murmured back. He moved his hand inside her top and trailed his fingertips across the skin under the fabric.
Her breath hitched from the sensation. "T-Tae," she stammered under her breath. He was still only in his towel.
The door burst open with a loud thud as a maid rushed in. In her surprise, the maid knocked right into him, and his towel slipped right off his waist. Both Taehyung and the maid screamed at the top of their lungs. Y/N’s eyes went wide from the noise.
"So-sorry, sir!" the maid stuttered, sprinting back out and slamming the door shut.
Taehyung was still screaming, covering his privates. Y/N, finally turning around, screamed at the top of her lungs, fell onto the ground with a thud, and quickly covered her eyes.
Thankfully, Y/N had been standing in front of Taehyung, blocking the maid's view of his—well, the maid only saw the towel drop to his feet.
"What the hell! Cover! Cover yourself!" Y/N yelled.
After some time, they were both ready, but an awkward tension still lingered between them.
Y/N'S OUTFIT
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