After dinner, everyone retired to their respective rooms. Y/N entered her room, slamming the door behind her with a huff. Her irritation boiled over as she grabbed the first thing in her reach—a cushion—and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud before dropping to the floor. She moved to her desk and shoved some papers aside, frustration etched into her every movement.
Her steps faltered as she reached her bed, and she sank onto the edge, burying her face in her hands. Her fingers threaded through her hair as she clenched them tightly, her eyes shut. She felt a knot in her throat as hot tears began to spill down her cheeks.
"Why do I always mess up like this?" she muttered bitterly to herself. The room was silent except for the sound of her shaky breaths.
A sudden noise behind her broke her trance, and she looked up, startled. Someone had entered the room without knocking. For a fleeting moment, her heart leaped with hope. **Yashveen?** she thought, recalling how her brother would always come to comfort her during moments like these. But then reality struck—Yashveen wasn’t here. He had chosen to stay with their dad, who also hadn’t come to South Korea because of work.
She turned her head to see Diya sitting beside her on the bed. Diya’s brows furrowed with concern as she reached out to pat Y/N’s shoulder.
"Don't overthink it, yaar," Diya said softly, her tone gentle and reassuring.
Y/N sniffled, wiping her tears hastily. "I’m so nervous about tomorrow, Diya. What if I make a mistake? What if he takes revenge for what happened before? What if he shouts at me like last time? Or what if he gives me too much work intentionally? What if—"
Diya held up a hand, cutting her off. "Stop it, Y/N. Listen to me. You’re not going to make any mistakes this time. I trust you. And Taehyung? He won’t mix personal issues with work. He’s a professional."
Y/N blinked, her tears drying up as she focused on Diya’s words. "How can you be so sure?" she asked hesitantly.
Diya offered a small smile. "Because Jungkook told me that Taehyung was feeling guilty about shouting at you before."
A glimmer of relief crossed Y/N’s face, and she smiled weakly before leaning in to hug Diya. "Thank you, yaar. You always know how to make me feel better."
"Ah, my bones! Y/N, loosen up a little!" Diya teased, chuckling softly.
They both pulled back from the hug, and Diya patted Y/N's cheek lightly. "Now, go to sleep. You’ll need all the energy for tomorrow. And no late-night overthinking, okay?"
"Okay, okay. You too, Diya." Y/N smiled back as Diya left the room.
Just as Y/N lay down on her bed, her phone buzzed. She picked it up to see **Lisa 💗** calling. A small smile crept onto her lips as she answered.
"Hello—"
"YOU IDIOT! How dare you forget about me? You can’t even call me anymore, huh? Bitch!" Lisa’s voice rang through the phone, making Y/N wince.
"I’m sorry, yaar," Y/N replied sheepishly.
Lisa sighed dramatically. "Fine, I forgive you. But guess what? Remember Felix from our class? He’s working with me now! We’re good friends, and... I think I have a crush on him. He’s so sweet!"
Y/N chuckled at her friend’s excitement. "Sounds like someone’s falling hard!"
Lisa ignored her teasing and asked, "So, when are you coming back? I miss you!"
Y/N’s smile faltered as she explained her new job and the current situation.
"What?! You’re working at THE Kim Enterprises?! That’s insane!" Lisa shrieked, making Y/N pull the phone away from her ear.
"Ouch! My ears!" Y/N exclaimed, rubbing her ear.
Lisa laughed. "Sorry, but damn. You’re really moving up in the world! Keep in touch, or I swear I’ll break your bones!"
"I promise," Y/N said, laughing lightly before they ended the call. She placed her phone on the nightstand and, feeling slightly lighter, closed her eyes. Sleep soon claimed her.
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### The Next Morning:
Y/N dreamed of a romantic scenario, walking hand-in-hand with an imaginary husband. They stopped at a cotton candy stall, and he ran ahead to buy two fluffy treats. As she savored the sweetness, her dream abruptly shattered.
"Abe chudail, uth ja! Office nahi jaana kya?!"
Y/N jolted awake to see Diya standing with a glass of water in her hand, smirking mischievously.
"Yaar! Kabhi toh romantic dreams complete hone diya karo!" Y/N groaned, rubbing her eyes.
"Ek minute aur leti toh yeh paani tere upar hi girta," Diya warned, making Y/N gasp dramatically.
"Arre, Diya didi, aap toh serious ho jaate ho!" Y/N joked, grabbing her clothes and running to the bathroom.
"Seven baje tak neeche aa jao! Warna tumhari watt lag jaayegi!" Diya shouted after her.
"Thik hai!" Y/N called back.
By 6:35 a.m., Y/N was dressed and combing her hair. She packed her essentials into her bag and headed downstairs, greeting her mom with a warm hug.
"Good morning, mom!"
"Good morning, beta. Arre wah, kisi ki nazar na lage!" her mom teased, admiring her.
Y/N blushed lightly and sat down for breakfast, exchanging pleasantries with Taehyung’s mom, who also joined them.
The lively atmosphere turned quiet when Taehyung walked downstairs. He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way to the table. Y/N’s breath hitched as their eyes met for a brief moment. She quickly looked down, her cheeks heating up.
After breakfast, Y/N hesitated by the door. She didn’t know the route to the office.
"Go with Taehyung," his mom said with a smile.
Y/N nodded, feeling her nerves spike as she stepped outside.
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In the car, Y/N sat silently in the back seat while Taehyung drove. The silence was thick, and though Y/N could feel his occasional glances through the rearview mirror, she kept her eyes glued to the scenery outside.
Once they reached the company, Y/N was awestruck by the grandeur of the building. She followed Taehyung into his office like a lost puppy, trying not to gawk at the luxurious surroundings.
He handed her a file. "Read and sign this," he said curtly.
After signing, his assistant Wonyoung showed her to her new cabin, where Y/N started her work.
Her first day had officially begun.
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The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF
FanfictionThe story is about Taehyung and Y/N.. Y/N as innocent, childish girl and most importantly she is indian and Taehyung as cold,rude owner of kim cooperation..
