BABY HUSBAND | Kim Taehyung ff

CHAPTER ~ 1

"First sights...soul recognition"

Yoon Yn's POV

"YN" a shout made me flinch all of a sudden as I was busy working on some designs for my new collection.

It's aunt.

"Yes aunty...do you need something?" I asked while stepping out of my room with agitated expressions.

She slapped me on my cheek and I closed my eyes while head hung low in embarrassment because maids were present there.

Please...please god save me this once.

"Where the hell did you put my fucking red lipstick!!?" The lady shouted.

I slowly opened my eyes in terror but managed to breath properly.

"I-its in your dressing table's dr--" she cut me off.

"Do you think I'm insane? I wouldn't bother to come to you if it was there" she stated with annoyed expressions.

"Okay I'll just find it for you..." I said sweetly with a smile to which she just ignored and walked away.

Si-ah must have taken it...

I sighed and followed with steady steps.

After reaching the room...my eyes started searching for the sight of a particular lipstick which was bought by uncle as a gift for aunt when they had a fight.

And there it was...hiding beneath a tissue box.

A satisfactory smile made it's way on my lips and I took that in my hold to return it to aunt.

"Here aunty...I found it" my hand travelled upwards to show her that lipstick but she snatched it away from my hands without even saying anything.

"Don't you dare to misplace my things again...or I'll burn those hands of yours" she said casually with dark eyes.

I gulped with fear because it's not just a threat...she will actually burn my hand.

But I never touched your lipstick...I really didn't misplace it.

"Sorry aunty...I'll never do it again" I promised while looking down knowing that I'll never be able to make her believe my truth.

She hummed and gestured me to get out so i did.

A sigh of relief left my mouth as I closed the door of my room behind me while staring at a space.

It has always been like this...I would be punished and misunderstood for the things that I never actually did.

This was just a mere scene...it's always worse than just some shouts and slaps.

They would order me to do all the house chores by myself as a punishment.

"Would it ever end?" I smiled pitifully to my own self.

"Will they ever love me?"
This question had always made me want to become more useful to them so that they'll love me too.

But maybe...I can never turn out to be worthy enough of love.

Maybe...my prayers never reached god...otherwise someone should have already taken me away from here...because no matter how hard I try, they are the only one's left in my family so I cannot bring myself to leave them.

And they won't let me do so...because I provide them with money...and uncle got this business because my father died...if he abandoned me...then the public will badmouth him.