My voice trembled as I questioned, "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?"
Taehyung's voice echoed in my mind, his words chilling me to the bone. "I'll make you taste true agony. You'll suffer like never before, trapped in a living...
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I was sitting in my bedroom, lost in thought, contemplating how to win Y/N back. The Shin Treaty plan had failed miserably, leaving me desperate to find another way to keep her from slipping away. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her to Taehyung. I just couldn't.
With a frustrated sigh, I opened my eyes abruptly, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence of the room. I grabbed it quickly, eager for any opportunity to turn the tide in my favour.
"Jungkook, I got to know that Taehyung hasn't told anyone that Y/N is his wife. So what if we take some benefit out of it?" the voice on the other end of the line spoke, urgency evident in his tone.
I leaned forward, intrigued by the prospect of a new plan. "What do you mean by it, hyung?" I inquired, my mind already racing with possibilities.
He proceeded to outline a perfect plan, each detail falling into place like pieces of a puzzle. As he spoke, a smirk tugged at the corners of my lips, the thrill of anticipation coursing through me.
"Yes, hyung," I replied confidently, my determination renewed. With this new strategy in mind, I felt a surge of confidence. This time, I would not let Taehyung win.
It was another day at the office. As I sat at my desk, lost in my thoughts, a faint smile crept across my lips. The memory of my recent altercation with Mr. Kim played in my mind like a scene from a movie, and despite the tension of the moment, I couldn't help but find amusement in it.
Suddenly, Mr. Jin's voice cut through my reverie, pulling me back to reality. "Y/N? You're smiling at yourself. Who's brought that on?"
Startled, I blinked and turned to face Mr. Jin, my cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, uh, nothing much," I stammered, trying to compose myself. "Just remembered a joke a friend sent me."
Mr. Jin arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by my explanation. "Is that so? Well, as long as it's nothing serious. By the way, have you forgotten about the meeting Mr. Kim called for the finance department? It's at noon today."
His reminder jolted me back to the present, and I nodded quickly. "No, I haven't forgotten. I'll be there," I assured him.
In a nod of acknowledgement, Mr. Jin returned to his own tasks, leaving me to ponder the significance of Mr. Kim's summons. What could he possibly want to discuss with the finance department, and why did it feel like there was more to it than met the eye?
Pushing aside my curiosity for the moment, I focused on the work at hand, determined to be prepared for whatever awaited us in the conference room later that day.
I needed Mr. Kim to sign some papers, but I wasn't ready to face him yet. I've been avoiding him at home, but now I have to go see him for his signature can't even tell anyone to do this for me.
