My heart stopped for a moment. Barely could breath because it was unbelievable to accept. Getting dark all around. Stepping back as I look forward I see my favorite childhood doll turning into a six-foot-tall man.
𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆- Age gap, forbidden roma...
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I truly had no idea that Taehyung had been waiting since morning at the airport to pick me up. It's almost eleven now, and instead of dropping me off at my home, he has brought me to his mansion. As I enter the gates, I can see many people around, all dressed in new and glamorous clothes. It seems there might be a party happening or about to happen. I am overwhelmed.
It appears Taehyung is trying to sneak me past, keeping me hidden from the guests. I look at him, puzzled.
"You could have told me there was a party at your place today; I would have worn something nice."
"Everything has been arranged beforehand. Go inside, mom is waiting just for you."
He leaves me standing in the living room and goes back outside, as someone had called him and he seems quite busy. At that moment, Taehyung's mother comes to me and gives me a hug.
"How are you? Taehyung told me you were going to Busan for an important task and would return after three days. I've been preparing everything since morning, just waiting for you. Let's go upstairs."
Mrs. Kim, with a knowing smile, takes my wrist and leads me upstairs. I furrow my brows together, unable to comprehend what's happening. Why is everyone waiting for me with such elaborate decorations?
She brings me to a room where a woman is already seated, looking like a makeup artist, someone I somewhat recognize from social media. Next to her, I see a white gown.
My heart races, my breath catches in my throat, and my eyes widen in disbelief. My senses become acutely alert, trying to absorb and make sense of this unexpected surprise. It's a feeling that fills me with a mixture of wonder, amazement, and perhaps a slight tinge of confusion, all combined in an intense, exhilarating emotion that leaves a lingering impact on my mind. In essence, it's a powerful, awe-inspiring experience that leaves one feeling profoundly altered, as if a veil has been lifted to reveal a new and wondrous reality.
This means that Taehyung took seriously the nonsensical things I said to him last night and has arranged a wedding today. Has he lost his mind? Why would he do all this so suddenly?
I curse him in my mind, yet a touch of happiness stirs within me. I am about to marry the person who has always been there for me, like a shadow. But everything is happening so fast; I haven't even prepared myself, haven't been to the salon.
"Come inside," Mrs. Kim says, almost whispering, and we both go in. The makeup artist seats me in front of the mirror, surrounded by various makeup products and tools. It's not that I have no idea about makeup, but I usually wear very little since I don't go out much.
She then speaks with the makeup artists, words I can't hear from my seat—perhaps about when they will finish or how they will do it. I can't believe that what I said in jest yesterday is being taken seriously today.
