The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 8

The room was filled with laughter and teasing, as the playful banter between the group unfolded. Jimin, completely confused by the situation, looked at Y/N, puzzled.

"What?" Jimin asked, his eyes scanning her as if trying to figure something out.

"Are you finding it?" Y/N asked, her voice playful, before pulling a pair of shoes from her basket with a mischievous grin.

Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise, and the other BTS members stared in shock. But Taehyung, with a devilish smirk, chimed in.

"Nice try, but the shoes are with me," Taehyung said, grinning as he took the shoes off his feet.

Y/N’s eyes went wide in disbelief. "Matlab ye—" she started, but was cut off by Taehyung.

"Mere hai," he said, smugly.

"Aappp!! Ye to cheating hai, mai nahi khel rahi," Y/N cried dramatically, making everyone laugh.

Taehyung, along with the others, chuckled at Y/N’s antics. But Yashveen saw an opportunity and snatched the shoes from Taehyung’s hand.

"Hey!" Taehyung exclaimed in sudden shock.

"Y/N, catch!" Yashveen yelled, tossing the shoes her way.

Y/N caught the shoes and took off, running upstairs with Taehyung hot on her heels. Her friends and cousins blocked the path of BTS members, trying to stall them as Y/N and Taehyung raced through the corridor.

In the blink of an eye, Y/N darted into her room and was about to slam the door, but Taehyung was faster. He slipped in just before it could close, and the chase continued.

Y/N ran through the room, clutching her lehenga as she tried to outrun him, but her speed couldn’t match his. In a flash, Taehyung grabbed the shoes from her hand, but his foot slipped on the carpet, sending him tumbling onto the bed—Y/N landing on top of him. They froze for a moment, their faces just inches apart, their eyes locking in a shared moment of unknown emotion.

Y/N leaned in closer, and Taehyung spun their positions so he was on top. Their noses nearly touched as he moved even closer, eyes fluttering closed. Y/N’s soft smile turned into a smirk, and in one quick move, she snatched the shoes from his hand, pushing him slightly as she rushed toward the door.

With a wink and a teasing smile, she called back, "See you later, Taehyung!" before hurrying out of the room.

Taehyung was left stunned, processing the playful and clever trick Y/N had pulled off. He quickly sprang to his feet and bolted out of the room in pursuit of her.

"Mil gye, mil gye, mil gye!" Y/N shouted, rushing toward Jimin as she teased Taehyung.

"Batao, kitne logi?" Jimin asked, laughing along with the others.

"15 lakh!" Y/N exclaimed, causing everyone to gasp.

"Abe tu pagal hai kya, itne kaun maangta hai?" Shreya asked, wide-eyed.

"Jijaji, 15 lakh hi dene padenge, warna iski didi ko bhool jao," Diya added.

Jungkook, under his breath, muttered, "Aap kaho to 30 lakh mein aapko bhi le chalte hain."

Diya raised an eyebrow and turned toward him, "Ji?"

"Ji?" Jungkook responded, clearly confused, earning a glare from Diya.

"Jiju, dete ho ya nahi?" Y/N asked, teasing.

"Lijiye," Jimin said, pulling out his card with a smile. "15 lakh hi hain isme, le lijiye."

Y/N’s eyes lit up with joy as she took the card, her smile bright and full of mischief. "Thank you!!" she said, turning toward her friends and cousins.

As Y/N’s eyes scanned the room, she caught sight of Taehyung watching her from upstairs. She gave him a warm smile, and he returned it, the briefest flicker of something in his eyes that neither of them fully understood.

The lighthearted teasing and playful banter filled the room, leaving everyone in a happy, carefree mood, blissfully unaware of the unexpected connections that were forming.

As Y/N stood there, feeling the tension rise, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and guilt. The coffee in her hands trembled, the weight of the situation suddenly sinking in. She had just entered Taehyung’s room, trying to hand him the coffee his mother had asked her to deliver. But as she looked around, her eyes caught the scattered papers that were strewn across the desk—important documents that looked crucial to Taehyung’s work. The anxiety surged in her chest, knowing she had to be careful.

She quickly turned to leave, not wanting to disturb him any further, but in a moment of misstep, her foot caught on the carpet. Time seemed to slow as the coffee cup slipped from her hands and splashed across the papers, staining them in a moment off.