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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I sigh as I turn my phone off. It hasn't stopped buzzing since our announcement went live, and though the initial media attention was exciting, it quickly became exhausting. Most gossip pages started to look into our relationship instantly, but needless to say, they haven't been able to find anything. How could they, when our relationship didn't exist before our wedding day?
I'm worried that if they look hard enough, they'll find traces of Irene and Taehyung's relationship, and there's no doubt that it'll be shameful for all three of us. I don't want anyone to find out that this thing between us isn't real.
I bite down on my lip as I rummage through our dressing room, needing a distraction. Taehyung walks out of the bathroom just as I fish my trusty old measuring tape out of one of my boxes. His eyes widen when he sees me bent over, on my hands and knees, and the way he bites down on his lip sends a rush of desire through me. He's in nothing but a white towel that hangs low on his hips, drops of water running down his chest.
"Taehyung," I say, my voice huskier than I wanted it to be. "Don't get dressed." His eyes flash with desire, and he smiles wickedly.
I hold up my measuring tape and grin at him. "I want to measure you. I've got something in mind that I want to design for our first official event together."
He lifts his hand to his neck, his gaze heated. "You want to measure me... right now?"
I nod. "Yeah. I prefer to get accurate measurements. It's not quite the same over clothes, you know?"
"Fine." He beckons me forward and I approach him nervously. I haven't taken this much initiative since the last time I tried it. Every time we sleep together, it's Taehyung who initiates it.
It's stupid, but part of me is still scared he'd reject me again. Realistically, I know he won't, but somehow my heart hasn't healed from the pain he inflicted.
"Lift your arms," I tell him. My hands tremble as I wrap my measuring tape around his arm, barely thinking straight. I needed a distraction, and I suppose I got one.
I can feel his gaze burning on my skin and look up nervously to find him staring at me, his gaze heated. He's sexy as sin on the worst of days, but right now, standing here in front of me in just a towel? Delicious.
I place my hand flat against his chest and smile at him. "Do you have any favorite colors?"
He reaches for me and pushes my hair behind my ear, his gaze dipping down to my chest, where it lingers. "Whatever you create for me will be amazing, I'm sure."
I wrap my measuring tape across his torso and lean in close to read the measurement, brushing my body against his as I do so. Taehyung inhales sharply and clears his throat uncomfortably, making me smile.
"Oh, I forgot your neck." I rise to my tiptoes and press my breasts against his chest as I wrap my measuring tape around his neck, my lips brushing over his jaw as I lean in.
He raises his hand and threads it through my hair, tightening his grip and keeping me in place.
"This is how you take measurements, wife?" he snaps, sounding angry.
I lean back a little to look at him and shake my head. "No. I never do this myself, but I wanted to for you."
"Hmm," he grunts. "Very well. No one but me, Jisoo.
An: They have a really intense "make-out session"
~time skip~
"Taehyung!"
The sound of Irene's voice from beyond the door is sobering for both of us, and my stomach twists painfully. I knew our announcement would make her come running, yet part of me hoped she wouldn't. It feels like no matter how hard I try, I can only steal Taehyung away from her for a few moments.
"Get dressed," he says as he rushes through the dressing room, pulling on clothes in a hurry. I stare at him, still on my knees in a dress I didn't think he could resist. His gaze drops to me, and guilt flashes through his eyes.
He kneels in front of me and cups my face, his eyes on mine. "Jisoo," he whispers.
I shake my head and look away. "Just go," I whisper.
"Go to her, like you always do."
I push away from him and walk toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me before I sink down to the floor, my knees drawn to my chest. It still doesn't hurt any less. Despite the promises and the sex, he still goes running the moment he hears her voice
