dilemma -LEE TAEMIN

4

I was sure I had cameras in this room that would record every movement I did, nevertheless undressing.

This is going to be a hassle, it'd be better to use the bathroom.

After what felt like an eternity, I slipped into the gown, and holy.

It fit me like a second skin, how could it fit so perfectly? Had he taken measurements of my body while I was unconscious? This thought sent a shiver down my spine, that was too creepy. With a determined shake of my head, I abandoned the thoughts and noticed there wasn't a mirror, but only a sink.

Does he want me to be this isolated? Now I can't even make sure if my face looks alright or not.

To be honest, If I had the choice, I'd rather not look okay I want to look as bad as possible to see the look on his face, priceless. This made me giggle a bit, but this was not a laughing situation.

Knock, knock, knock.

As I stood there, I felt goosebumps rising all over my skin, knowing that it was him, I had a feeling.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was waiting for me, on the opposite side.

My legs refused to move as if I were rooted to my place by some unknown force of gravity.

My body knew something that my mind had to understand, this man was dangerous and I had to be cautious and prudent around him.

Despite feeling overwhelmed, I forced myself to take heavy steps, as if being dragged by chains.

And when I finally reached out and grasped the door handle, I was met with his gaze--intense and intimidating, it was him.

All it took him was one look at me to send a jolt of electricity in the air, to widen his eyes as he drew a sharp breath, his body reaction betraying his mind.

At that moment, I was surprised by his reaction, I expected him to laugh at me and mock the gown I wore in some way, but somehow he was mature.

Before the silence turned into a discomforting tension, he quickly cleared his throat, with a subtle gesture, "You look good, as promised I see," he complimented me, his tone was surprisingly anything but firm. Although I did not let these words sway me, it was all a part of his game, a calculated move to manipulate me into obedience. He was trying to mess with my head so I could be a puppet to his orders and threats.

I stayed silent as I let my gaze go to the floor, refusing to give him the satisfaction he needed--no, rather wanted from me.

And then I felt his hand grab mine so I could finally move, but it was harsh and quick, demanding me to obey him.

After a continuity of silent steps and various moments of anticipation, we finally arrived at the awaited destination. My heart pounded with anxiousness and fear of who this person and unknown man could be, to be frankly honest, I was scared of the outcome of the next moments, the revelation of unknown secrets that only the high-ups know. Every fibre in me trembled with terror as we stood in front of the door.

My 'husband' glanced me a look, and I gulped down nervously, he observed my frightened face and said in a mocking tone, "This is just my father, no one else," and he chuckled lightly, and I looked at him like it was the biggest piece of information that I needed to know, "by the way, my name is Taemin," he offered his hand for me to shake, "Lee Taemin," his name rang a bell, but I ignored him and stared ahead front, he clicked his tongue and then opened the door.

Before I stretched a grand and vast room, bustling with many servants' activities, from preparing dinner to cleaning the walls, maids taking care of the environment, bodyguards with fearless looks in a busy atmosphere, you name it.

As Taemin announced our arrival, everybody stayed silent dropped what they were doing, and formed a straight line next to the wall, bowing.

However, one figure stood out, which is supposedly Taemin's father.

He remained undisturbed by the display of obedience, sitting down on one of the fanciest tables my eyes have laid on. His gaze fixed on us with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Taemin simply smirked as he smoothly grabbed my waist guiding us to the wingback chairs next to the table, "H-hey—" I protested quietly but loud enough so he could hear me, "That won't work," I murmured my voice low but firm enough to catch his attention while smiling. With a subtle movement, I let go of his embrace, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers together, to make it seem real and leaning close to him to maintain the illusion of intimacy between us, while we make our way to his father with elegance and delicacy, I look at Taemin one last time, smiling and I feel his eyes widen with how I played this role too well, seeming proud with the way he smiled back.

As we approached his father, his demeanour shifted into a confident one. Beside him, I put on a good expression, showing how pleasant I was to be with them this evening, but I couldn't look him in the eye, so my gaze lowered low and hung on the floor.

With a respectful nod to him, Taemin greeted him with ease, as if he was used to this, his tone formal and polished with respect, "Good evening father," he sat on one of the chairs that the bodyguard pulled for him, and did for me too, "may I present to you," He hesitated for a moment, glancing at me with a quick smile, "my wife... Lee Y/N,".