WEDDING
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I found myself in the mirror, looking prettier than ever. Heavy sobs climb on my throat which are too heavy to be carried. Unable to suppress the lump on my throat, I slowly released it and instantly wiped my tears not letting it ruin my make up. I started adding a layer of make up on my eye not to show any sign of sadness and plastered a mask which can benefact me to pretend to be extremely happy about this marriage.......
My mother would be so disappointed to see her apple so weak in such a situation... Although she's somewhere so much responsible for it.
I took out my phone, unlocked it, and later discovered that it's completely under the control of taehyung, he can see all my activities. If I post something on my Instagram, or plan to run away from this forced marriage.
As I started to lift my legs ahead although I felt the metal chain of my unwill tied on my leg not letting me go out.
Cheers echoed throughout the wedding hall in Paris. Yes, we're sharing rings in Paris.... The city of love. As I took my steps ahead, my heart started feeling heavier, my whole body was shaking. I hesitantly patted taehyung's shoulder indicating him to finally turn around.
He maintained a smile on his face, while my standards wanted him to cry in happiness. But I never ever held such expectations towards him knowing what type of marriage it is, what my past self has suffered from because him, what my mother saw before her death..... Because of him.
I'm not scared of death,nahh. But I'm too scared to know how will I die. Will it be painful? Traumatic? Or like a hellhole? I chuckled mentally on myself. Why am I fearing to face all this when I already am facing it. My life is a defination of trauma, and my marriage screams hellhole I am now willingly going in... Yes, willingly....Now.
I glanced at my husband looking like a prince. But then a glimpse of his karma interrupted. All this time, my face had a smile which never reached my eye. I don't care about anyone else, but I wholeheartedly want him to notice how forced I am to do all this and how fake I have to be to match the frequency of his expectations right now.
“Do mr. Kim Taehyung takes ms. Jung yn as your lawful wife?” the priest interrupted my thoughts. His actions had me pissed off.
“I do” taehyung declared.
“Do ms. Jung yn take mr. Kim taehyung as your lawful husband?”
"No!" I wanted to shout this out on their faces, which I already mentally did and assumed their reactions too. Taehyung raised a brow and looked at me with a serious expression which I was only capable of finding out in this hall of a hundred people.
“I d-do!” I choked out stuttering.
“Now the groom may kiss the bride.”
Shit!
I wasn't ready for this, the fake smile I plastered eventually started to curve down due to my strong reluctance of kissing him.
He held my nape and pulled me to a forceful kiss. Possessiveness screaming at his actions. People cheered harder looking at his actions.
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