She is the younger sister of his fiancée. She has always loved this man.
Jisoo is forced to step in for her sister when she fails to appear on her wedding day, but being married to KIM TAEHYUNG is an absolute nightmare.
She has always adored the m...
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My heart is pounding as I walk into the highly exclusive jewelry store that Taehyung asked me to meet him at.
In all the years that he and I have bought jewelry for Irene together, he never once bought anything for her here, not even when she pleaded with him, which I know she did.
This isn't the kind of store that just anyone can buy from, no matter how much money you have. Their designs are iconic, and they're all handcrafted.
"Mrs. Kim," the owner of the store greets me, his head bowed. "It's an honor to have you here today."
"Mr. Jung, the honor is all mine," I reply.
He shakes his head bashfully, as though he's genuinely happy to have me here, and it leaves me feeling flustered.
Throughout my career I've become accustomed to having nearly anything I could possibly want, yet this is one of the few things that has always been out of reach for me.
"Soo." I look up at the sound of Taehyung's voice and smile when he holds his hand out for me.
He entwines our fingers and pulls me into him, his eyes on mine. The way he looks at me reminds me of this morning.
Just as Irene managed to shake my confidence, he stepped in and restored it, showing me how much he wants me. Even if what we've got is nothing more than passion, it's still a start. It's more than I had just a few weeks ago.
"Let's pick you a ring."
"Please follow me, Mr. and Mrs. Kim." Mr. Jung leads us to a desk, where he's got several designs laid out for us.
"Do you have anything in mind?" I glance at Taehyung nervously as we sit down, but he merely smiles and reaches for my hand, entwining our fingers before he brings our joined hands to his lips.
"Anything you want, Jisoo. There is no budget. I just want you to have a ring you'll wear with pride." He looks at Mr. Jung then. "My only request is that you engrave my name on the inside of my wife's ring."
My heart skips a beat as heat rushes to my cheeks. He has no idea how many of my dreams he's fulfilling today. I hesitate for a moment before I take out my tablet.
"I drew something," I admit. "But I'm not sure if it'd be possible to create this."
Mr. Jung smiles as he takes my tablet from me. "We can definitely make this, Mrs. Kim. It'll be a shared-prong eternity band with a trellis design. What kind of carat weight were you thinking of?"
Taehyung tenses and straightens his back, his grip on my hand tightening. "I need it to be visible from across the room," he says, his expression unyielding. "Would ten carats be okay? Perhaps fifteen."
My eyes widen, and I turn toward him. "Are you insane? That's far too much."
Taehyung looks at me and shakes his head. "You're a Kim. You're my wife. Nothing is too much."
