Revenge full love

Part 3

Taehyung stepped away to take a phone call. Left alone, Y/N fidgeted nervously, her hands instinctively rising to her lips. She could still feel the faint sting from where he had playfully bitten them earlier. With a soft sigh, she began to wipe at her lips as though erasing the memory—or perhaps the sensation—of his teasing touch.

Taehyung returned moments later, his eyes immediately catching her subtle movement. A smirk curved his lips as he leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her with that familiar mix of amusement and mischief.

“Don’t wipe them, little bird,” he drawled, his voice low yet filled with a teasing authority.

Y/N froze mid-motion, her cheeks flushing crimson as she met his gaze. “Y-you’re so bad!” she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “You bit my lips, and now they’re h-hurting.”

Taehyung’s smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing playfully as he slowly walked toward her. “Oh, they’re hurting?” he mused, his tone laced with mock concern. “Then maybe I should bite them again… make them hurt just a little more.”

Her eyes widened as he reached her, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. Before she could react, he gently cupped her cheeks, his long fingers warm against her flushed skin. The sudden closeness made her heart race, and she instinctively raised her hands to push him away. But her small hands against his strong frame only seemed to amuse him further.

“L-let me go,” she whispered, her voice a mix of defiance and nervousness.

Taehyung tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers as his smirk softened into something almost tender. “I’ll let you go,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “but not until I’ve had my fill.”

The words sent a shiver through her, leaving her breathless. He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers, and time seemed to stand still. Y/N’s heart thundered in her chest as her protests faded into silence, her body betraying her resolve as she found herself unable to look away from him.

The sleek black car came to a halt in front of the towering Kim mansion, its grandeur casting an imposing shadow over everything nearby. Taehyung stepped out, his sharp suit emphasizing his dominant aura. Without sparing a glance, he walked to the other side and opened the door. Yn hesitated but slowly stepped out, her hand still throbbing from the bruise. As Taehyung grabbed her wrist to guide her, she let out a small hiss of pain. His grip tightened slightly, ignoring her discomfort as he pulled her towards the mansion.

Inside, the opulence of the Kim family home was overwhelming—chandeliers sparkled above, and the scent of fresh lilies lingered in the air. Taehyung's footsteps echoed against the marble floor as he led Yn into a spacious study. Sitting on one side of the room were Jimin and a stern-looking lawyer, both rising slightly at Taehyung's entrance.

“Is everything ready?” Taehyung asked, his voice cold and commanding.

The lawyer gave a small nod. “Yes, sir. Everything is in order.”

Without another word, Taehyung reached for a neatly stacked set of papers on the desk and turned to Yn. His piercing gaze locked onto hers as he thrust the document into her trembling hands.

“Sign this,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Yn’s fingers shook as she looked down at the papers. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stammered, “W-What is this?”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, his patience clearly wearing thin. “This is our marriage contract,” he replied curtly.

Her heart raced as she took a step back, her voice almost inaudible. “I... I don’t want to marry you.”