The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 23

YN's eyes met Taehyung's, and for a moment, time stood still. The tension between them was palpable, and Wonyoung's presence only added to the awkwardness.

"What are you doing here, Miss YN?" Taehyung asked, his voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity.

"I...I came to give you some documents, sir," YN stammered, her eyes darting between Taehyung and Wonyoung.

Wonyoung's face fell, and she took a step back, her eyes narrowing. "So, you're here to serve him, huh?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice.

YN's eyes flashed with anger, but she bit back her retort. Instead, she took a deep breath and handed Taehyung the documents. "Here, sir. I'll leave now."

Taehyung's eyes never left YN's face as he took the documents from her. For a moment, it seemed like he was searching for something, but YN couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

"Okay," he said finally, his voice softening ever so slightly.

YN nodded and turned to leave, but not before catching Wonyoung's glare. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that Wonyoung was far from done with her.

As YN left the office, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was walking into a storm. Little did she know that the storm was only just beginning.

Taehyung watched YN leave, his eyes never leaving her retreating back. He felt a pang of guilt for the way he'd treated her earlier, but he pushed it aside.

He turned to Wonyoung, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here, Miss Wonyoung?" he asked, his voice cold.

Wonyoung's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "I just came to discuss some business with you, Sir," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Business? At this hour?"

Wonyoung's eyes flashed with anger, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "I guess I'll just have to come back another time, then," she said, her voice dripping with malice.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think that would be best."

As Wonyoung left, Taehyung couldn't shake off the feeling that he'd just dodged a bullet. But little did he know that Wonyoung was far from done with him.

Meanwhile, YN was walking back to her desk, her mind reeling with thoughts. She couldn't believe the way Taehyung had looked at her earlier, like he was searching for something.

She shook her head, chiding herself for being foolish. Taehyung didn't care about her, and she needed to remember that.

As she sat down at her desk,

YN sighed, feeling a pang of loneliness. She wished she could talk to someone about what was going on, but she knew she couldn't trust anyone.

Rn, yn is in the house cooking food. Her body may or may not be there but his mind was still stuck on that incident. She smiled bitterly thinking about Taehyung and wonyoung.

"Maybe i expected too much from him" those were the only words coming out of her mouth.

Still the morning fight was roaming in her mind.

The kitchen was quiet, the only sound of the soft sizzle of the curry simmering on the stove. As yn stirred the pot, a sudden, sharp splash of hot oil hit her hand. She winced, immediately pulling her hand away, the skin stinging where it had burned. Her eyes filled with tears, but she quickly blinked them back, not wanting to show weakness.

The morning’s fight with her husband still lingered in her heart, a cold, uncomfortable silence hanging between them. She had wanted to say so many things, but the words hadn’t come. Now, the burn on her hand felt like another reminder of the distance between them.