The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 3

Y/N suddenly remembered her dress and dashed downstairs in a hurry. She found Taehyung and Y/M talking casually in the living room.

Taehyung: "Ajumma, I’m heading out to buy a kurta for myself."

Y/M: smiling "Taehyung, you can call me Aunty—or Mom, if you like."

Taehyung: chuckles softly "Alright, Aunty."

Y/N: interrupting their conversation "Mom, I’m going out to buy a dress for the mehndi." starts to leave

Y/M: "Wait, Y/N!"

Y/N: pauses and flinches slightly "What happened?"

Y/M: glancing between Taehyung and Y/N "You two should go together."

Y/N: protesting "But—"

Y/M: firmly cutting her off "No buts! Just go together. It’ll save time."

Y/N glanced at Taehyung, who wore his usual poker face, then sighed in defeat.

In the Car

Y/N’s POV:
Why is he so cold? Should I start a conversation? But what if he glares at me with that icy face of his? Nope, not risking it. Better stay quiet.

She glanced at Taehyung but quickly turned her head to the window.

Taehyung’s POV:
I was driving when I noticed her staring at me. Deep in thought, huh? What’s going on in her head? Is it about me? No, why would it be? Who cares anyway.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and awkward.

At the Mall

They entered the mall and were greeted by a polite worker.

Worker: "Sir, Ma’am, what kind of outfit are you looking for?"

Y/N/Taehyung: simultaneously "For a wedding."

They exchanged a brief glance, then quickly broke eye contact.

Worker: smiling "This way, please."

They followed the worker to a section with elegant dresses and kurtas. Y/N began browsing for her outfit, while Taehyung searched for a kurta.

Y/N found a few dresses suitable for the mehndi and went to try one. A while later, she stepped out, eager for an opinion.

Y/N: "Taehyung!"

Taehyung turned, and his steps faltered as his eyes landed on her.

Taehyung’s POV:
I was looking for a kurta, but when I turned, I froze. She looked... stunning. Like an angel straight out of a dream.

Y/N: "Taehyung? Are you listening?"

Taehyung: snapping out of it, stammering "H-Huh?"

Y/N: tilting her head "How do I look?"

Taehyung: quickly turning away "Good."

Y/N: (thinking) "Why is he always so rude? Whatever." mumbling "Thanks, I guess."

Taehyung hesitated, feeling slightly guilty for his curt response.

Taehyung: "Uh, Y/N?"

Y/N: "Yes?"

Taehyung: "Can you help me find a kurta?"

Y/N: smiling warmly "Sure, why not?"

Taehyung’s POV:
That smile... Beautiful.

Y/N browsed the section and picked out a kurta she thought would suit him perfectly.

Y/N: "Taehyung, try this one."

Taehyung: nodding "Okay."

He went to try it on and returned a few minutes later.

Taehyung: "Y/N?"

Y/N turned and gasped slightly, her eyes widening.

Y/N: "Wow... It’s perfect!"

Taehyung: letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding "Thank goodness."

A worker approached them with a friendly smile.

Worker: "You two look amazing together. Are you married?"

Both Y/N and Taehyung froze, their eyes darting to each other and then back to the worker.

Y/N: "N-No! We’re not!"

Worker: chuckling "Oh, my mistake. You just seemed like a married couple."

An awkward silence settled over them before Y/N quickly excused herself.

Y/N: flustered "I-I’m going to change."

Taehyung: equally embarrassed "Me too."

Worker: smiling knowingly "Shy couple..."

At Home

They returned home, visibly tired. Taehyung had paid for Y/N’s dress despite her protests.

Y/N: opening the door "I’m back!"

She slumped onto the couch.

Taehyung: following behind "Me too." he sat beside her, visibly worn out.

Y/M: handing them glasses of water "Here, drink this. How was the shopping?"

Y/N: brightening up "Mom, look! I bought this dress for the mehndi."

She showed the dress proudly.

Y/M: "Wow, it’s beautiful. You have such good taste, Y/N."

Y/N: grinning "I know, right?"

Y/M: turning to Taehyung "And what about you, son? Did you find something?"

Taehyung showed her the kurta.

Y/M: "That’s lovely too! You have great taste, Taehyung."

Y/N: interrupting smugly "Actually, I chose that for him."

Y/M: surprised "You picked it? Well, good job! Oh, wait... Aren’t your outfits matching?"

Y/N froze, the worker’s words echoing in her mind.

Y/N: (thinking) "Oh no... The worker..."

She glanced at Taehyung, who had also realized the same thing. Their eyes widened in sync.

Y/M: "What’s wrong with you two?"

Y/N/Taehyung: quickly "N-Nothing!"

They avoided each other’s gaze, sipping their water to mask their flustered faces.