Mr. SOURHEART

CHAPTER - 1

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, casting a warm, golden light on everything it touched. Y/n lay nestled in her bed, wrapped in the comforting embrace of her fluffy . With a gentle sigh, she began to wake from her slumber, feeling the familiar tug of consciousness pulling her from her dreams.

Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, squinting against the brightness as her vision adjusted to the light. But as her gaze roamed around the room, she noticed something out of place—a figure lying beside her in bed.

Curiosity sparked within her, as she turned towards the person, her heart thudding in her chest. With trembling hands, she reached out and gently nudged the figure, coaxing them to turn to her.

But what she saw made her blood run cold. It was Taehyung, her sworn enemy, lying there beside her as if he belonged. Panic seized her, and she let out a loud scream, the sound echoing off the walls of the room.

Startled, Taehyung jerked awake, his eyes wide with confusion and annoyance. "What the— why are you screaming?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

Y/n's mind raced as she struggled to comprehend the situation. She quickly pulled the covers up to her chin, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes darted to Taehyung's half-naked form, the morning sunlight illuminating his chiseled features.

Anger bubbled up inside her, fueling her words as she glared at him. "What are you doing here?" she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Taehyung folded his arms firmly across his chest, the lines of his face etched with a mixture of irritation and disbelief. "Excuse me," he interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "This happens to be my house, and my bed," His words dripped with annoyance. But as a dawning realization swept over him, and he couldn't bring himself to finish his words. The air grew thick with silence, and before he could continue, the room once again erupted with Y/n's panicked screams.

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Mr. Choi, a well-known divorce lawyer in Seoul, couldn't believe his ears. He stared at Y/n, who was sitting across from him with her arms crossed, and Taehyung, who stood nearby looking indifferent. He needed them to repeat themselves, hoping he had misheard. "Could you please say that again?"

Y/n's fist collided with the table in a burst of frustration, the impact reverberating through the room like a thunderclap. "We want a divorce!" she declared with a ferocity that sent shivers down Mr. Choi's spine, her voice a potent blend of anger and resolve. Mr. Choi, his hands clasped together on the table, leaned back in his chair, a complex array of emotions playing across his features—astonishment, concern, and a hint of intrigue. Eager for further insight, he probed, "And when precisely did you two got married?"

"Yesterday," Y/n responded bitterly. Meanwhile, Taehyung, seemingly unfazed, pulled out a chair and settled himself opposite to Mr. Choi. His gaze swept briefly over Y/n before fixing on the lawyer with a cool, calculated gaze. "I was about to marry someone else yesterday, but SHE—" he punctuated his accusation with a sharp gesture toward Y/n, "She took advantage of me."

Y/n's chest tightened with a whirlwind of shock and disbelief hearing that.  Clenching her teeth, she locked eyes with him and fired back, "EXCUSE ME! I was just as drunk as you were! And let's not forget, you were left high and dry because your so-called bride decided to run away!"

"Shut up!" Taehyung's voice reverberated with raw anger, filling the room with tension. "You're so obnoxious! Ever since I met you, everything has gone downhill!"

"Did you just call me 'Bad luck'?" Y/n's voice was laced with a mixture of anger as she snarled. The room held its breath, awaiting Taehyung's response. With a menacing grin, he turned to Y/n and mockingly referred to her as "Bad Luck," fully aware of the effect his words had on her.