The Jeons and the Kims, both equally immersed in the sensual politics and underground world, maintained a relationship that appeared friendly on the surface, but was ultimately fake. Their interactions resembled the exchange of roses, where the deli...
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Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest when Mrs. Jeon barged into his room to wake him up today, the reality of the situation crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His wedding day - the day he was supposed to profess his eternal love and commitment to the woman he had chosen to spend the rest of his life with. But as he stood there, frozen in a mix of emotions, he couldn't help but feel a deep, gnawing sense of unease.
The excitement and joy that should have filled this moment were instead replaced by a heavy, suffocating cloud of dread. Taehyung's mind raced, trying to make sense of it all.
How did he end up here, on the precipice of a union he knew in his heart was built on a foundation of falsehood?
As the makeup artist ushered him towards the wedding suit, Taehyung's hands trembled, his fingers fumbling with the crisp fabric. He felt utterly lost, trapped in a scenario that no longer felt like his own. The emotions swirled within him, a tangled web of hurt, sadness, and a rage so intense it threatened to consume him.
Numb, yet hyper-aware of every passing second, Taehyung struggled to reconcile the person he had become with the person he had once envisioned himself to be. This wasn't the future he had imagined, the life he had dreamed of. It was a facade, a performance that he had been coerced into playing a part in.
He was being forced into a marriage with someone he despised, someone who had hurt him in unimaginable ways. It was all a ploy, a desperate attempt to save his own life from his parents' enemies - enemies who, ironically, held no grudge against Taehyung himself.
But the price he had to pay was almost too much to bear. He had been born a Kim, a name that had become a burden, a shackle that weighed him down. Perhaps he had been cursed from the very start, destined for a life of suffering and anguish.
Taehyung felt numb, his emotions a tangled web of despair, anger, and resignation. He was numb, his spirit broken, and the only thing that kept him going was the faint hope that somehow, someway, he might find a way to escape this nightmare and reclaim the life that had been stolen from him.
Perhaps the world would be better off without him, he thought bitterly. What was he even hiding from -
death?
But the very demons that tormented him were the ones pushing him towards that same fate, a twisted irony that he couldn't escape. As the makeup artist finished their work, Taehyung's eyes betrayed the turmoil raging within. The façade of perfection he had cultivated for the world was crumbling, and he felt the weight of it all threatening to crush him.
