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☆ | 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐓?

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They were not in love when they got married.

Y/N never wanted to marry Kim Taehyung. She didn't even know him. But she had no choice. Her father was drowning in debt, and the only way to save himself was to offer his daughter to the man he owed money to.

That man was Taehyung-rich, powerful, and feared by many. He was quiet, cold, and always serious. People said he had no heart, and after marrying him, Y/N started to believe that too.

Their marriage was nothing like the ones in fairy tales. There was no love. No laughter. No warmth. Taehyung never spoke to her unless it was necessary. He never looked at her with interest. He didn't even sleep beside her. He came home late every night, smelling like alcohol and expensive perfume, while Y/N sat alone in the large, empty house.

She waited. She hoped. She thought maybe one day, he would change. Maybe one day, he would see her. Care about her. Talk to her like a husband should.

But that day never came.

Months passed, and nothing changed. All she had was his last name and his silence. The silence hurt more than shouting ever could.

So one night, tired and heartbroken, Y/N stood in front of him. Her voice was calm but firm.

"I want a divorce," she said.

She didn't expect much. Maybe he would agree. Maybe he wouldn't care. But what she didn't expect... was the way he looked at her after.

For the first time, his eyes weren't empty.

And his small, dark smile sent chills down her spine.

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The golden light from the chandelier reflected off the surface of his whiskey glass, sending sharp glimmers across the dark room. Kim Taehyung sat calmly at the edge of the sleek black leather couch, his tall frame dressed in his usual all-black suit. His tie hung loose around his neck, and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, just enough to show the edge of the tattoo inked over his collarbone-a mark she had seen many times but never dared to touch.

The room was silent except for the soft clink of ice swirling in his glass.

He didn't even blink when she said it.

"I want a divorce, Taehyung."

Her voice trembled slightly, but the words were steady. She had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in her head. But saying it aloud felt heavier than she expected-like crossing a line she could never return from.

Taehyung didn't answer right away.

Instead, he tilted his glass slightly, his long fingers lazily swirling the amber liquid inside. Then he took a slow sip, eyes never leaving the drink. The moment stretched longer, like the calm before a storm.

Finally, he spoke.

"You want a divorce, huh?"

His voice was deep. Calm. Too calm. Almost like he was amused. Like she had just told him a joke.

Y/N took a step forward, her heart racing in her chest. "This isn't working, Taehyung," she said, more firmly now. "You don't love me. You never even looked at me like I was your wife. You come home late, you ignore me, you treat me like a stranger. I'm just a contract to you. Nothing more."

Still no emotion from him.

Taehyung stood up slowly, placing the glass down on the marble table with a soft clink. He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt with smooth, practiced movements. Too casual. Too calm. As if she hadn't just told him she wanted to walk out of his life.