Twenty Four

Chapter Thirty Two

*Hope's POV*

I sit patiently on the plush couch as I wait for Taehyung.

As the door clicks open, I turn my gaze towards him.

Damn.

Regal.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
Intimidating.

Whatever you want to call it.

A prince.

Taehyung has dressed himself in a grey suit with a white button down shirt, leaving a few buttons on the top. The suit displays his broad figure so well, and his hair is perfectly combed to match his strong structured face.

How did I manage to get a fake boyfriend like this?

Which also reminds me, now that we're going to a public event, from his experience with girls, I will probably get a lot of hate and glares thrown at me.

I hold Taehyung's arm as we make our way down the elevator and to their designated car.

"You look absolutely stunning today," Taehyung's mother compliments.

"Thank you, as do you."

Soon, we arrive at the extravagant event. Inside the big dome building, warm yellow tone lights shine through the glass window.

"You alright?" Taehyung whispers.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply.

"Are you sure? You're going to break my knuckles at this rate."

I realize that I am gripping his hand way too tight.
"Oh sorry, I'm a little nervous," I release my grip a little.

"Why?" He asks as we walk to the grand entrance guarded by two guards.

"Imagine going to a huge business event as the fake girlfriend of one of the most eligible bachelor in the business industry and more," I say.

"Alright, I guess that is pretty scary, sorry," he apologizes.

"Not your fault, I agreed to it, I'll make it."

Soon, we reach the entrance.
We are first greeted by men dressed in black suits, then we are brought to our table.

My eyes widen at the sight inside this building. Diamond light chandelier hang from the ceiling and velvet curtains hand around the window. Every table is decorated with ivory tablecloth and a beautiful bunch of flower centrepiece.

As we reach our table, another family seems to be seated already. The parents, a little girl and a young man with a girl under his arm.

Wait a second.

I recognize that young man.

"Is that Jihyun?" I whisper to Taehyung.
He nods.

I bring myself down on the chair, relaxing my shaking hands and legs. Anxiety rises up my spine as eyes from every corner looks at me.

Why does Taehyung have to be so famous?

Taehyung's parents walk off to greet other families, along with PK's family. Leaving Taehyung, the little girl, Jihyun and a young girl, and I.

Right away, the little girl scoots over to sit beside Taehyung.

She whispers something into his ears.
He smiles.

"Yes Jihwa, she's my girlfriend," Taehyung smiles.

"Hello, I'm Hope, nice to meet you," I give my hand out to her.