The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 38

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A beautiful poetry:-
तेरी आँखों की गहराई में खो जाना चाहता हूँ,
तेरे लफ़्ज़ों को अपने दिल से लगाना चाहता हूँ।
तू हो मेरे पास, बस यही ख्वाहिश है मेरी,
हर लम्हा तुझे अपना बनाना चाहता हूँ। ❤️‍🩹✨

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The night had long set in, the house blanketed in a serene silence as everyone retreated to their rooms. Taehyung, however, remained glued to his laptop, his brows furrowed in focus. His desk was cluttered with papers, pens, and a nearly untouched cup of tea from earlier. His sharp jawline was taut, and his fingers danced over the keyboard with precision.

Y/N had approached him multiple times, quietly asking him to join the family for dinner, but each time he waved her off with a curt, "Not now, Mrs. Kim." His tone was clipped, and his expression was stormy, leaving Y/N unsure whether it was his work or something else troubling him. After a few failed attempts, she decided to leave him be, her heart sinking at his mood. She curled up on the couch, her blanket pulled tightly around her, and drifted into an uneasy sleep, stealing glances at him occasionally as he continued to work tirelessly.

Hours passed, and at last, the clock struck 2 a.m. Taehyung let out a long sigh, his fingers finally coming to a halt. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as fatigue set in. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten dinner. With a groan, he pushed himself up and headed downstairs, the dim light from the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen as he searched for something to eat.

Just as he reached for a leftover container, a soft pat landed on his shoulder. Taehyung froze, his heart skipping a beat. Turning around abruptly, he found himself face-to-face with Y/N. Both of them let out startled yelps, their voices echoing through the quiet house.

"Mrs. Kim, are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" he whispered harshly, his hand clutching his chest.

Y/N giggled softly, her shy eyes meeting his. "You’re the one sneaking around in the dark, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung scoffed, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. "What are you even doing awake?"

"I could ask you the same," Y/N shot back, holding up a small tray in her hands. "But since I knew you’d be hungry after working all night... I made you something."

Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze dropping to the tray. There sat a steaming bowl of ramyeon with perfectly cooked noodles and a neatly placed garnish of green onions and boiled egg. The aroma wafted upward, and despite his exhaustion, his stomach growled again in response.

"You made this? At 2 a.m.?" he asked, his voice softening as he looked at her.

Y/N nodded, fidgeting slightly under his gaze. "You didn’t eat dinner. I thought... you might need something warm."

Taehyung felt a strange warmth spread through his chest as he looked at her, standing there in her oversized sweater and sleep-tousled hair, holding a bowl of food she’d made just for him. He took the tray from her hands, their fingers brushing briefly, and Y/N quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.