𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 || ᴋᴛʜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰꜰ

TWO

His Pov

The night was unbearably heavy as I clutched my laptop, willing the blue light to burn more than just pixels into my retinas. I had sent her the marriage contract hours ago, and now all I thought about was Y/N. My chest felt tight with anxiety; I couldn’t shake the fear that she might suddenly change her mind, just as she had done before. But she had assured me she was a woman of her word. Wouldn’t that count for something? I tried to convince myself that she wouldn’t back out now. After all, this decision wasn’t just about us; it decided our lives, our futures.

The clock ticked incessantly in the background, each second pulling my thoughts deeper into a pit of dread. Maybe I should have given her more time to think—maybe I should have made the offer more enticing. My thoughts swirled like autumn leaves caught in a tempest. We had quarreled more times than I could count, each clash stoking the fires of animosity between us. Our families thought we were a perfect match. Perfect. That word was a bitter pill to swallow. Y/N was everything I despised, a whirlwind of emotions that clashed violently with my unyielding logic. Yet here I was, begging for her approval to tie our fates together for all eternity.

In an effort to forestall any impending panic attacks, I decided to take a short break. I lay back on my mattress, which felt like sinking into a cloud. The comfort pulled me in, and in a heartbeat, I was enveloped in a sleep so deep that dreams eluded me.

When I woke up, the sun was pouring through the gaps in my curtains like liquid gold. I squinted against the light, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before glancing at my alarm clock. 5:42 AM.

Why had I left the curtains open? I rubbed my eyes once again and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the familiar stiffness of my muscles. My laptop was still open, the screen now blank, its light extinguished from lack of charge. I rushed to plug it in, alongside my phone, which had become a lifeline to the outside world, especially to Y/N.

After a quick shower, I flopped back onto my bed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me again. It was too early to call her—that would come later, I thought. I picked up my phone to check my email, bracing myself for disappointment. For all my preparations, I still feared that the reply would be a simple, cold 'no.'

But then, there it was. A new email notification from Y/N, vivid and bright as a beacon against my dark thoughts. My heart raced, pounding as I hesitantly tapped on the notification, my pulse quickening with each passing second.

"Dear Kim Taehyung," she had written, her formal tone cutting through the morning haze like a knife. "After some consideration, I’ve given careful thought to your proposal…"

My stomach lurched. I braced myself, convinced the next line would sever the last thread of hope that tied us together.

"… and I agree."

What? My mind screamed in disbelief. I read those words over and over, as if they’d suddenly morph into some nightmare, as if it were another one of her games—some twisted form of shadow play hiding her true intentions. But there it was, the agreement, tinged with the same infuriating formality that had characterized our entire relationship.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Rage and relief collided violently within me. My fingers tensed over the keyboard as I scrolled down, searching for the small print, the catch, the clauses that might undo everything.

"However," she continued, "I have some conditions to add."

"Let’s discuss it face to face, at my office," she wrote coolly, barely registering the pulsing tension rolling off the last two words.