The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 13

Yn and eunwoo were discussing or you can say gossiping about kim Taehyung.

"You know he is so cold, and gives us a lot of work" Eunwoo said and sighed heavily.

"Is that so?" Yn asked.

"Yeah and you know he has fired so many employees for not doing their work properly. He doesn't even want a single mistake"

"What would happen to me then??" She said biting her nails in nervousness.

"You wo-"

"MR CHA AND MISS YN!!" Someone said from behind.

They both flinched hard and slowly turned around, only to find KIM TAEHYUNG standing at the door, his eyes sharp and unyielding, like daggers piercing through them.

"S-Sir," Yn stuttered, her voice trembling as she and Eunwoo stood up hastily.

Taehyung folded his arms, his jaw clenched tightly. "MISS YN AND MR. CHA EUNWOO, MEET ME IN MY OFFICE. NOW," he barked, his thunderous voice echoing across the floor, making everyone freeze in place. Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Yn gulped, exchanging nervous glances with Eunwoo, who was already trembling.

"What should w-we do now?" Yn whispered, her voice shaky.

"I… I’m so sorry, Yn," Eunwoo mumbled, guilt evident on his face.

"It’s not just your fault. I shouldn’t have responded either," Yn said, trying to comfort him despite her own nerves.

"But I started it—"

"Hey, stop blaming yourself. It’s both our responsibility," she assured him, managing a small smile despite her anxiety.

"You’re too kind," Eunwoo said, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

Their moment was interrupted by Wonyoung rushing toward them. "Mr. Kim looks furious. You better hurry!" she warned before disappearing into the corridor.

They quickly made their way to Taehyung’s office, their hearts pounding in sync. After knocking, they heard his cold, sharp voice.

"Come in."

They stepped inside hesitantly. Taehyung was seated behind his desk, his dark eyes locked on them.

"Explain," he demanded, leaning forward, his tone low and threatening.

Eunwoo stepped up immediately. "Sir, it was my fault. I was talking too much. Yn wasn’t involved; she was just doing her work," he confessed bravely.

Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. "Oh, so you think I’m blind? Or perhaps a fool?"

Yn, unable to control her frustration, mumbled under her breath, "Yes, of course."

Taehyung’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. "What was that, Miss Yn?"

Yn’s eyes widened as she realized he had heard her. She fumbled for words but failed miserably.

Taehyung leaned back, his smirk deepening. "Fine. Mr. Cha, since you’ve taken responsibility, you may leave."

Eunwoo gave Yn a worried look but nodded reluctantly. "I’m sorry," he whispered before leaving the room.

Taehyung’s attention now fully turned to Yn. "Miss Yn," he said slowly, standing up and walking toward her.

She stepped back instinctively, her heart racing.

"What exactly did you mumble earlier?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

"I-I… nothing, sir," Yn stammered, continuing to retreat until her back hit the wall.

"Hmm," he hummed, trapping her between his arms, his face dangerously close to hers. "Do I look like a fool to you?" he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin.

Yn’s lips quivered. "N-no… I didn’t mean…"

"You didn’t mean what?" he prompted, his deep, husky voice making her heart pound erratically.

"I… said nothing," she blurted, closing her eyes tightly.

Taehyung tilted his head, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Really?" he asked, leaning in closer until their noses almost touched.

Suddenly, he stepped back and barked, "I want all these files on my desk by 9 PM. No excuses!" He pointed toward the mountain of files on the couch.

"Sirrrrrrr," Yn whined, glancing at the pile.

"No arguments," he said curtly, sitting back in his chair.

"Jerk," she muttered under her breath, thinking he couldn’t hear her.

But he did. "And tomorrow, you’ll stay late," he added without looking up, smirking slightly.

"Why?" she protested.

"For cursing me," he replied nonchalantly.

"Ugh!" Yn groaned but quickly grabbed the files and left the office, muttering about him being the "king of torture."

Later

Yn was back in his office, buried in the files, her head aching. Taehyung, sitting at his desk, kept stealing glances at her. He noticed how focused she was despite the immense workload. He hated to admit it, but there was something captivating about her determination.

A knock at the door broke his thoughts. "Come in," he said coldly.

Wonyoung entered, her dress clinging to her frame in a way that made her intentions clear. She approached his desk, leaning forward suggestively. "Sir, does this report look perfect to you?" she asked in a syrupy tone.

Taehyung barely spared her a glance. "Hm," he replied dismissively, but his attention flickered to Yn, who was glaring daggers at Wonyoung.

Smirking, Taehyung decided to play along. "Miss Wonyoung, you’re looking… beautiful today," he said casually.

Yn’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. She quickly narrowed them, her glare burning into him.

Wonyoung beamed. "Thank you, sir! That means a lot."

Yn cleared her throat loudly, clearly trying to get attention. Wonyoung turned to her, rolling her eyes.

"Miss Wonyoung, you may leave now," Taehyung said abruptly, his voice icy.

Wonyoung looked taken aback but nodded. "Of course, sir." She cast one last glance at Taehyung before walking out.

As soon as the door closed, Taehyung turned to Yn, catching her glaring at him.

"Jealous, Mrs. Kim?" he teased, leaning against his desk.

"Me? Jealous? Of her?" Yn scoffed, crossing her arms. "Dream on."

Taehyung smirked and walked toward her. "Then why were you glaring at her like you wanted to bury her alive?"

Yn looked away, flustered. "I wasn’t glaring. You’re imagining things."

He crouched down to her level, his face inches from hers. "Admit it, Yn," he said, his voice low and teasing.

"There’s nothing to admit," she replied, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

Taehyung tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You’re jealous," he whispered.

Yn’s heart raced as he leaned in closer, their faces just a breath apart.

Suddenly, a loud knock shattered the moment.

Taehyung stood up quickly, running a hand through his hair. "Come in," he said, his voice back to its usual cold tone.

Wonyoung stepped in, her cheeks flushed. "Sir, I wanted to say something…"

"What is it?" Taehyung asked, glancing at Yn, who was glaring again.

Wonyoung hesitated, then blurted out, "I love you."

Yn’s jaw dropped as the room filled with a suffocating silence.