❛ I need your help.❜
❛ And that is? ❜
❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. ❞
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In which he asks his bestfriend to marry him and she agreed under one condition ; a marriage in name only. Can he keep that promise and not harbour...
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“So?” His mother looked up under her stacks of heavy papers and laptop. “I assumed you'd made up your mind?” Her gaze bore right through him. In front of her, Taeyong felt like he was a completely open book.
"Mom," Ruffling his dishevelled hair as he sat down on the enormous couch in the massive office and gently responding. “At the moment, my life is fine as it is..."
His mother wrinkled her nose. “What’s that smell?”
Taeyong cringed internally.
"You did not just decided to get wasted right before coming to my office did you?” His mother gasped dramatically.
Ignoring the comment he continued, "I don't want history repeating itself, mom."
As she returned to her serious mode, his mother's frown intensified. "You do know that I expect to have a grandchild in the near future. A genuine heir to our family's legacy," She softly remarked, emphasizing the term legitimate. His mother exclaimed, "And nonsense! Is this why you're afraid of marriage? Because you're afraid you'll end up like your father? Listen to me, Taeyong, you're nothing like that pathetic excuse of a man. I raised you to be a good and responsible man. I believe in you."
Hearing his mother's ardent comments, Taeyong grimaced as he was both happy and afraid. He was overjoyed that his mother believed in him so strongly, but he was also terrified that he might disappoint her in the end. And as for the heir, he'd completely forgotten about it. Of course, being the sole heir to the Museum, he was expected to conceive a child to continue the family line. But yet, the word "marriage" was foreign to him, tasted like bitter acid on his tongue. How could he possible persuade his mum to forget about it?
"My words are final taeyong. The museum will not be yours until you find yourself a wife. And of course I will give you time to do so." His mother added on before narrowing her eyes at him. "You better start putting my words into action."
Taeyong's shoulders slumped with despair. It was impossible to persuade his mother otherwise. She seemed to have made up her mind, and if he wants to inherit the museum into which he had put his heart and soul, he'd better start looking.
He walked out of his mother's study and into his black sports car, which he drove to his studio. He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal so forcefully that the wheels screamed in protest. He wanted to scream his displeasure. It was pointless to argue with his mother.
He cared deeply for her, yet there were times when he couldn't tolerate her at all. She did have a tendency to exert control over his life, even if it was out of love and care but times like this was where Taeyong resented it so much.
