The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 33

Taehyung and yn moved to their mansion along with yn's parents.
Yn mom and dad rested in the guest room. As they were going to stay with them for whole 1 week

Ab aayega na maja~

As Y/N and Taehyung stepped into their bedroom, the soft glow of the room's lights illuminated their contrasting expressions. Taehyung looked composed as always, his hands loosening his tie, while Y/N leaned against the door, a teasing glint in her eyes. 

Y/N:(grinning) “You know, Mr. Kim, you were sulking pretty hard back there. Should I tell Uttkarsh to tone down the forehead kisses?” 

Taehyung paused, his tie slipping through his fingers. His eyes flicked to her, narrowing slightly, but he remained silent. 

Y/N: (taking a step closer, her tone playful) “Don’t worry, it’s not jealousy, right? Just... unnecessary, wasn’t it?” 

Her words dripped with mischief, and Taehyung's jaw clenched. He turned to face her fully, taking a deliberate step toward her. 

Taehyung: (his voice is low, almost dangerous) “Careful, Mrs. Kim. You’re playing with fire.” 

Y/N:(tilting her head, undeterred) “Fire? Oh no, Mr. Kim. I think you’re just a little... possessive.” 

Before she could step back, Taehyung closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. His hands gripped her waist, and with one swift motion, he spun her around and pinned her gently but firmly against the wall. Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt the cool surface behind her and the warmth of Taehyung in front of her. 

Taehyung: (leaning close, his lips near her ear) “Possessive? Maybe. But do you really want to test that theory?” 

Y/N’s cheeks flushed as her playful confidence faltered slightly under his intense gaze. She tried to look anywhere but at him, but his proximity made it impossible. 

Y/N:(stammering softly) “I-I was just teasing...” 

Taehyung: (smirking, his voice dropping) “And now look where teasing got you.” 

Her breath quickened as his dark eyes bore into hers, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. For a moment, neither moved, the air thick with unspoken emotions. 

Y/N:(finally managing to speak, her voice barely above a whisper) “M-Mr kim...” 

Her soft utterance of his name made his smirk falter, replaced by something gentler, something deeper. Slowly, he leaned back, his hands sliding from her waist, but his eyes never left hers. 

Taehyung: (his voice is quieter now) “Careful, Mrs. Kim. You’re dangerous.” 

Y/N’s lips twitched into a smile as she exhaled shakily, trying to compose herself. 

Y/N: (playfully, though her voice wavered) “You’re just mad because I know how to get under your skin.” 

Taehyung: (grinning faintly, stepping back) “Mad? No. Intrigued? Maybe.” 

As he turned away, loosening his tie once again, Y/N leaned against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest. 

Y/N’s Inner Thoughts:What just happened? And why does it feel like I want it to happen again?

Taehyung, on the other hand, hid a small smile as he walked toward the bed. 

Taehyung’s Inner Thoughts:This woman... she’s going to be the death of me.