Forced Marriage 🥀

Part 7 .

After a few moments of tense silence, Yoongi stepped back, his eyes never leaving Jimin's. The room felt suffocating, filled with the unspoken threat that lingered in the air. Jimin's hands trembled at his sides, but he clenched them into fists, willing himself to stay strong.

“You think you can force me into this,” Jimin finally said, his voice wavering but defiant. “But I’ll find a way out. I’ll never be yours willingly.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, the smirk on his face vanishing as his expression turned serious. “You don’t understand, do you?” he said, his tone cold and calculated. “This isn’t about what you want. This is about what I want, and I always get what I want.”

Jimin swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Yoongi's dominance pressing down on him. “You’re a monster,” he whispered, the anger in his voice mingled with despair.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, as if considering the accusation. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “But even monsters have rules, and breaking mine has consequences.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the intensity of Yoongi’s words settle in. He wanted to scream, to fight, but he knew any resistance would only give Yoongi more satisfaction.

“Marry me, and I’ll keep your little friend, Taehyung, safe,” Yoongi said, his eyes locking onto Jimin’s with a cold promise. “Defy me, and I can’t guarantee anything.”

Jimin’s eyes burned with unshed tears as he realized the cruel reality of his choices. For Taehyung’s safety, for his own peace of mind, there was only one path forward, and it was paved with despair.

“Fine,” Jimin whispered, his voice breaking. “I’ll marry you.”

A fleeting look of victory passed over Yoongi’s face before he masked it with his usual cold demeanor. “Good. You’re learning.”

Jimin turned away, closing his eyes to hide the tears that finally fell. He could only hope that somewhere deep inside, the man before him had a heart – one that could change, one that could soften. But as the silence grew, he realized that hope might be as fragile as he felt.

“Maybe you can marry me, but I will never love you... you can’t have my heart, you can’t really have me,” Jimin said, his voice trembling but resolute.

Yoongi’s smirk faltered, his eyes hardening as he leaned in closer. “Love?” he scoffed, his voice laced with icy detachment. “I don’t need your love, Jimin. Love is a weakness, one I don’t have the luxury to indulge in. All I need is your obedience.”

Jimin’s heart clenched, but he stood his ground, glaring back with defiance. “You think you can make me submit? You might force me to be at your side, but I’ll never willingly be yours. I’ll despise you for every moment of this, Yoongi.”

A shadow of frustration crossed Yoongi’s face before he masked it with a cold smile. “Hate me if it makes you feel stronger,” he whispered, his breath warm against Jimin’s skin. “In the end, it won’t matter. To the world, you’ll be mine, and that’s all I care about.”

Jimin’s eyes filled with unshed tears, the reality crashing down on him like a wave. “You’re a monster,” he said, voice breaking. “If you think trapping me will give you what you want, you’re more lost than I thought.”

Yoongi’s jaw tensed, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. For a moment, the silence between them crackled with something raw, unspoken. But then he straightened, his expression hardening once more. “Careful, Jimin. There are consequences to challenging me.”

“Good,” Jimin whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Let there be.”

Yoongi smirked, his eyes narrowing as he took a seat in the chair across from Jimin. “So now, you’re crying? The same Jimin who had the audacity to slap me in public?” He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the tense room. “How ironic.”