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A few days had passed since the incident, and I had managed to avoid Taehyung as much as possible. But today, he showed up at my door with an expression that left no room for argument. Despite my protests, I found myself in the passenger seat of his sleek black car, driving through the city.
"Where are we going?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time, my voice edged with frustration.
"You'll see," Taehyung replied, his tone maddeningly cryptic.
I glanced at his bandaged hand gripping the steering wheel. "How's your hand? You know, the one you got shot in because you couldn't listen to reason."
"It's fine. Just a scratch," he said nonchalantly.
"A scratch?" I echoed, incredulous. "A gunshot wound is a scratch to you?"
"Compared to the trouble I get into, yeah," he replied with a smirk.
I shook my head, exasperated. "You're impossible."
He laughed, the sound both irritating and oddly comforting. We drove in silence for a while, the cityscape gradually giving way to more upscale neighborhoods. My curiosity battled with my annoyance, making the silence feel even heavier.
Finally, we pulled up in front of a lavish boutique. Taehyung got out and came around to open my door, offering his hand. I hesitated but took it, more out of confusion than anything else.
Inside, the boutique was a vision of elegance and luxury, with rows of stunning wedding gowns displayed on mannequins. My eyes widened in realization.
"Taehyung, what is this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He turned to me, his expression surprisingly soft. "I want you to choose your wedding gown, Jin Ah."
I blinked, taken aback. "But... we never talked about this. We made a deal, remember?"
His eyes darkened slightly, his voice taking on a dominant edge. "I remember. I promised to pay your mother's hospital bills if you agreed to marry me."
I swallowed hard, the weight of our agreement pressing down on me. I had signed that deal in desperation, knowing my mother's life depended on it. Taehyung had held all the cards, and I had no choice but to play along.
"But why this?" I gestured to the rows of wedding gowns.
"Because I want to celebrate our marriage with you, to create the happiest moments," he said, stepping closer.
I scoffed, unable to hide my bitterness. "Happiest for you! And the worst for me."
Taehyung's expression softened for a moment, then hardened. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You will pick a gown, Jin Ah. This isn't up for debate."
