The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 29

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Just as the moment between them lingered in the air, a soft but unmistakable sound interrupted their quiet connection—a throat being cleared with purpose. Taehyung’s eyes darted toward the source, and he saw the waiter standing just a few feet away, looking at them with a polite, almost amused expression.

Y/N quickly looked down, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink, clearly flustered by the interruption. Taehyung, too, shifted in his seat, clearing his throat and trying to regain his usual composure. The silence between them felt thicker now, like something fragile that had been momentarily disturbed.

The waiter, sensing the awkwardness, smiled lightly before speaking. “Your order will be ready shortly. If you need anything, just let me know.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the two of them in a quiet, somewhat uncomfortable stillness.

Y/N avoided his gaze, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her glass. Taehyung, trying to mask his own discomfort, stared down at the table, his thoughts scattered now.

That fleeting moment of connection felt like a distant memory, replaced by the tension that lingered in the air between them.

For the rest of the meal, their conversation dwindled. Taehyung, usually one to keep things sharp and brief, found himself hesitant to speak.

He wasn’t sure what to say anymore, unsure of how to bridge the gap between what had just been a quiet, unspoken connection and the awkward silence that now filled the space.

Y/N, too, seemed lost for words. She stole glances at him from time to time, her shyness making her unsure of how to continue after such an unexpected shift in their dynamic.

The food arrived, and for a while, they focused on the simple act of eating, the clinking of cutlery providing a soft soundtrack to the otherwise quiet exchange.

Neither of them seemed to know how to bring the conversation back to what it had been—easy, simple, a little awkward but genuine.

Taehyung couldn't help but wonder if it had been his fault. Maybe he had overstepped, said too much, or maybe it was just the silence of the moment that had taken over.

Whatever it was, he couldn't shake the odd sense of longing that had crept back into his chest, the desire to go back to the warmth of their earlier connection.

But for now, they ate in silence, both of them unsure how to return to that place they had briefly shared, yet both of them quietly wished they could.

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After dinner, Taehyung and Y/N made their way to the parking lot, the night air cool and quiet. Taehyung was still wrapped in the aftereffects of the evening—something about being with Y/N had felt different tonight.

His usual cold demeanor had softened, and he couldn't quite explain why. The silence between them felt comfortable, and he found himself not wanting to break it, but he wasn't sure why.

As they neared the car, something caught Taehyung's eye. His gaze landed on the tires, and his expression shifted instantly.

One of the tires was completely flat, the rubber deflated and useless. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at it. He hadn’t noticed when it happened, and for a moment, he didn’t understand how it had come to this.

He looked around, briefly scanning the area, but everything seemed calm. He couldn’t see anyone nearby who would’ve done this. The flat tire seemed random—at least, at first.