𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 |•𝐤𝐭𝐡

Chapter 36

Finally!!!
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Y/N rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She leaned against it, her hands on her chest, feeling the rapid thumping of her heart.

Why is he like this?!

Taking deep breaths, she finally looked at herself in the mirror. Pink. No, actually...red. A full tomato.

She groaned, covering her face. "Ugh, stupid!"

After composing herself, she started looking around. Okay, let's focus. I need fresh clothes.

She checked the towel rack. Empty. She checked the shelf. Empty. She checked behind the door. Nothing.

She froze.

No. No, no, no. Don't tell me...

Her brain screamed in realization-she forgot to bring her clothes inside.

Great. Just great.

Sighing heavily, she hesitantly opened the bathroom door and peeked outside. Maybe I can sneak out like a ninja...

But the moment she stepped out-

There he was.

Kim Taehyung. Sitting on the bed, leaning back with a knowing smirk on his lips, eyes glinting with pure amusement.

Y/N gulped.

She tried to walk past him casually, pretending like she wasn't about to speed-run into the closet. But of course-

"Well, well, well..."

Oh no.

Taehyung tilted his head, smirk deepening. "Someone took way too long in the bathroom. What happened, Mrs. Kim? Were you... overthinking about me?"

Y/N gritted her teeth playfully. "Shut up."

Taehyung raised a brow, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh? So defensive. Interesting."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare do anything, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung grinned, leaning forward slightly. "Like what, Mrs. Kim?"

She stiffened.

He wiggled his brows. "Like teasing you? Flustering you? Making you run away again?" He gasped dramatically. "Oh no, do you think I'm gonna snatch your towel? How scandalous!"

Y/N grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him. "YOU SHAMELESS MAN!"

Taehyung dodged effortlessly, laughing. "Ah, that's Mrs. Kim for you. Acting all shy but secretly violent!"

Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. "Just let me get my clothes in peace!"

Taehyung tapped his chin. "Hmm... I could... but where's the fun in that?"

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Mr kim."

Taehyung grinned. "Yes, my dear wife?"

Y/N groaned. "If you don't stop, I swear I'll-"

Taehyung suddenly gasped. "WAIT! DON'T MOVE!"

She froze. "W-What?"

His expression turned serious. "There's... there's something on your neck."

Her eyes widened. "W-What?!"

Taehyung leaned forward, inspecting closely. "Wait, let me see... Oh. Oh no."