The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 28

Dear lovely Readers,

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Taehyung and Y/N stepped into the grand mall, its sparkling lights reflecting off the marble floors. Taehyung walked ahead, his long strides purposeful, while Y/N hesitated slightly, taking in the opulence around her.

"Pick whatever you like," Taehyung said nonchalantly, his hands tucked into his pockets. His deep voice held a tinge of sarcasm, as if expecting her to jump at the offer.

Y/N blinked at him, surprised, before nodding politely. She began browsing the stores, her eyes drawn to the beautiful dresses on display. She admired the elegant cuts and soft fabrics, her fingers brushing over the material lightly. But then her gaze would drift to the price tag, and her expression would subtly change—an almost imperceptible crease in her brow, followed by a quiet sigh.

Taehyung watched her from a distance, his sharp eyes catching every detail. Her hesitation, the way she quickly put down a dress after glancing at the price, intrigued him. He expected her to go wild with his credit card, yet here she was, quietly walking away from items she clearly liked. His brow furrowed, and he felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest.

After an hour, Y/N returned to him, empty-handed. "I’m done," she said softly, her tone devoid of any excitement.

"Nothing caught your eye?" Taehyung asked, his voice calm but curious.

She shook her head. "They were beautiful, but I don’t need them. There’s no point in spending money on something unnecessary."

Her words lingered in his mind as they left the mall. But just as Y/N thought the outing was over, she stopped in her tracks at the sight outside.

Several shopping bags rested neatly in the trunk of their car, each one from the stores she had visited.

"Mr kim?" she gasped, turning to him in disbelief. "You bought all of this? I said I didn’t need—"

"Did I ask what you needed?" he interrupted, his tone as cold as ever, but his eyes held something softer, something warmer.

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off again. "I don’t like repeating myself. Just take them."

He stepped closer, his towering figure making her feel small yet oddly safe. "Next time, stop worrying about the price. If you like something, it’s yours."

As he walked ahead to open the car door, Y/N stood frozen, her heart fluttering at the unexpected gesture. Though his words were sharp, the kindness behind them spoke volumes. For the first time, she glimpsed a side of him that wasn’t entirely cold, and it made her chest tighten with a bittersweet warmth.

The car was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine, but Y/N's thoughts were anything but calm. She kept stealing glances at Taehyung, unable to stop herself. There was something about the way he looked today—his sharp profile, his focused gaze, and the rare smirk that lingered on his lips after teasing her back at the boutique.