A Love so far (Taehyung ff)

37) Things are going wrong

Taehyung's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he prepared for the Korean-style wedding. Despite being already married in Indian culture, he had agreed to this grand affair to please his parents and maintain a good public image. But now, he was having second thoughts.
Taehyung's mind raced with thoughts of cancellation, of postponing the wedding. But he knew it was too late, that his parents and Manager Kang had invested too much time and effort. He felt like he was stuck in a nightmare, with no escape.t.
As he joined his members for the bachelor's party, he couldn't shake off the feeling of restlessness. He was tired of the recent dramas in his life, and the thought of facing Yn tomorrow made him anxious. Their relationship was strained, and he didn't know how to bridge the gap.
Taehyung went through the motions of the party, laughing and smiling, but his heart wasn't in it. He felt trapped, like he was living a lie. He didn't want to marry Yn again, not when their relationship was in such a bad state.
Taehyung's eyes scanned the crowded bar, the music and laughter blurring together as he nursed his drink. The VIP section was packed with beautiful women, all vying for the attention of the BTS members. Taehyung's mind wandered, his thoughts consumed by Yn and their troubled relationship.
Suddenly, a girl with long, dark hair and piercing brown eyes appeared before him. She smiled seductively, her lips curling upwards as she sat down on his lap. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as he thought, for a moment, that it was Yn.
But as he looked closer, he realized it wasn't her. The girl's features were similar, but her eyes lacked the depth, the warmth that Yn's eyes had. Taehyung felt a pang of guilt, wondering why he had thought of Yn in the first place.
The girl, oblivious to Taehyung's thoughts, continued to flirt with him, her hands roaming his chest. Taehyung's members cheered, egging him on, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort.
He gently removed the girl's hands, trying to let her down easy. "I'm getting married tomorrow," he said, hoping she would understand.
But the girl just laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know," she said. "I just wanted to give you a special sendoff."
Taehyung's mind reeled as he tried to process the situation. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to be tempted by this girl's advances. He wanted to go home, to sort out his feelings for Yn.
Taehyung pushed the girl away, his mind racing with thoughts of Yn and their loveless marriage. He couldn't take it anymore, the pretence, the fake smiles, the empty words. He needed to escape, to get away from the noise and the chaos.
He stumbled out of the bar, into the cool night air, and made his way to his car. The drive to his mansion was a blur, his thoughts consumed by Yn and their failing relationship.
As he pulled up to the mansion, he felt a sense of dread wash over him. This was his life now, a loveless marriage, a facade of happiness. He couldn't keep up the act anymore.
Taehyung stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance, his feet heavy with the weight of his emotions. He pushed open the door and walked in, the silence of the mansion enveloping him like a shroud.
He knew Yn was waiting for him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. He couldn't face her, not now, not when he felt so lost and alone.
Taehyung walked past the living room, where Yn was sitting, and made his way to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him, shutting out the world, shutting out Yn.
He collapsed onto the bed, his body wracked with sobs. He couldn't do this anymore, the pretending, the lying. He needed to find a way out, to escape the prison of his own making.
As he lay there, Taehyung knew he had to make a choice. He could continue down this path, living a life that wasn't his, or he could take a chance, risk everything, and fight for what he truly wanted. The question was, what did he truly want?

Yn's pov

Yn sat in the living room, her eyes fixed on the door as she heard Taehyung enter the mansion. She knew he was drunk, knew he had been out with his friends, knew he had probably been with other girls. The thought made her stomach turn, made her feel sick to her core.
She didn't want to go to him, didn't want to apologize for something she hadn't done. She was tired of always being the one to reach out, to make amends. She was tired of being hurt, tired of being ignored.
Yn's mind raced as she thought about their relationship, about how it had deteriorated over time. She remembered the early days, the laughter, the adventures. But now, it was all just a facade. They were two strangers living in the same house, pretending to be in love.
She didn't want to face him, didn't want to see the guilt in his eyes, didn't want to hear his empty apologies. She just wanted to be left alone, wanted to be free from the toxic cycle of their relationship.
As the hours passed, Yn's anger grew. She hated Taehyung for what he had done to her, for what he had turned their relationship into. She hated him for his selfishness, for his inability to communicate, to connect.
She knew she deserved better, deserved someone who loved her truly, someone who would fight for her. But for now, she was stuck in this loveless marriage, stuck with a man who didn't care.
Yn's thoughts swirled as she sat in the darkness, her heart heavy with sorrow. She didn't know what the future held, didn't know if she could ever forgive Taehyung. All she knew was that she couldn't keep living like this, trapped in a relationship that was suffocating her.

Yn shook her head, trying to clear the jumbled thoughts. It was only two days since their Indian wedding, and already their life was a mess. She couldn't believe how quickly things had deteriorated.
With a heavy sigh, she stood up and made her way to her room. She didn't want to think about it anymore, didn't want to worry about the future. Tomorrow was their Korean wedding, a fake smile plastered on her face, a fake vow to love and cherish each other.
Yn felt like she was living in a dream, a never-ending nightmare. She didn't know how she would get through tomorrow, how she would pretend to be happy when her heart was breaking.
As she lay down on her bed, she closed her eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts. She just wanted to sleep, to escape the reality of her situation. But she knew she couldn't avoid it forever.
Tomorrow would come, and she would have to face Taehyung, face the cameras, face the world. And she would have to pretend, pretend that everything was okay, that their love was strong.
But for now, she just wanted to sleep, to forget. And so, she let the darkness consume her, let the silence envelop her. Tomorrow would come soon enough.

After sometime
Yn's legs seemed to move of their own accord, carrying her towards Taehyung's room. She hadn't planned to check on him, hadn't wanted to, but something compelled her to.
As she approached his door, she hesitated, her hand reaching out to touch the handle. She wasn't allowed in here, this was his private space, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she needed to see him.
With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Taehyung lay on the bed, his back to her, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
Yn's heart twisted in her chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to react. Part of her wanted to turn around, leave him to his tears, but another part, a smaller part, wanted to comfort him.
She took a step closer, her eyes fixed on his shaking form. She could see the pain in his body, the anguish in his shoulders. And suddenly, she felt a pang of guilt, of regret.
Maybe she had been too harsh, too quick to judge. Maybe Taehyung was struggling too, maybe he was hurting just as much as she was.
Yn's legs carried her closer, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. But just as she was about to make contact, Taehyung's body stiffened, his sobs ceasing. He knew she was there, knew she had entered his private space.
Slowly, he turned to face her, his eyes red-rimmed, his face wet with tears. Yn's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, a spark of connection igniting between them. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

Taehyung's eyes blazed with anger as he pushed Yn onto the bed, his hands rough on her wrists. Yn's mind reeled, unsure of what was happening. One moment, they were locked in an intense gaze, the next, Taehyung's lips were on hers, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
But as quickly as it began, Taehyung pulled away, his eyes flashing with anger. "Why are you here?" he growled, his voice husky with emotion. "Didn't I tell you not to enter my private space?"
Yn tried to speak, but Taehyung's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. She winced, trying to pull away, but he held her fast.
And then, his hands began to roam over her body, his touch making her skin crawl. "Should I enter your private space, too?" he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.
Yn felt a wave of disgust wash over her, her mind racing with the implications. She tried to struggle, but Taehyung's grip was too strong.
Suddenly, Nish's  mother's words echoed in his mind, Taehyung's anger flared, his mind clouded with doubt and suspicion.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against Yn's ear. "What do you want from me?" he whispered, his voice dripping with venom.
Yn's heart raced, her mind reeling with fear. She didn't know what Taehyung was capable of, didn't know what he would do next. All she knew was that she had to escape, had to get away from him before it was too late.

Yn summoned all her strength and pushed Taehyung away, breaking free from his grasp. She sprinted out of his room, not stopping until she reached the safety of her own bedroom. She locked the door behind her, leaning against it to catch her breath, her heart still racing with fear.

Taehyung collapsed onto his bed, the effects of the alcohol washing over him. He didn't remember what he had said or done, but the haze of intoxication enveloped him, pulling him into a dark sleep. Tomorrow's wedding loomed ahead, but for now, he was lost in a sea of oblivion. His mind was a jumble of fragmented thoughts and emotions, but as he drifted off, he was vaguely aware of a sense of unease, a feeling that something was terribly wrong. But for now, he just slept, escaping the turmoil that awaited him.