unwanted marriage ֶָ֢ ✔

30 : plan.

the married couple now arrived to their lovely home. both are exhausted.

taehyung went to the kitchen to make something to eat while jimin plopped down on the couch.

suddenly, he felt his phone vibrates from his pocket and he pulled it out. someone just sent a message but it's from an unknown number again.

he gulped as he remembers the creepy person that night. what if it's the same person again?

jimin opened the message anyways and reads it.

unknown number

hey pretty baby.

damn, your ass is so juicy when
i saw it earlier

someday, i will grope it while pounding
behind you

jimin's eyes went teary and he immediately runs to taehyung.

"tae!!" he shouted while crying, hugging the older as tight as he could.

taehyung was startled at the sudden shout and hug. he turns to face the crying boy and cups his cheeks to wipe his tears.

"what's wrong? why are you crying?" he asks softly.

"t-that creepy person m-messaged me again! t-they used different number!" jimin sobs and hides his face on taehyung's neck.

"what?!" taehyung took jimin's phone from the boy's hand and reads it.

"it's that boy. that fucking boy earlier." he says, hugging jimin and rubs his back.

"w-who? wooyoung?" jimin asks.

taehyung hummed and cups jimin's cheeks. "don't worry. i'll make sure that that wooyoung shit will have miserable life."

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"woah, so this is the boy you've been talking about?" san asks whose staring at jimin's pictures around wooyoung's bedroom.

"yeah," wooyoung chuckles. "pretty, right?"

"hell yeah, you got yourself such a nice meal." san said and sat down on the bed.

"i know right. can't wait to have him though." wooyoung lit up his cigarette.

"does your brother knows about this?" san grabs a picture frame of jimin.

wooyoung looks at him then took a seat on a bean bag. "of course not. he doesn't need to know."

his friend, san hummed and took out his pack of cigarette. he placed one on his mouth and lits it up as well with his own lighter.

"so, what do we need to do?" he asks.

wooyoung pulled out his phone and stalked jimin's instagram account. "not sure yet but i want to get rid of those fuckers around him, especially his husband which is taehyung."

san got shocked. "taehyung? you mean, kim taehyung? son of kim junhyung?"

"yesㅡ wait what? you said, son of kim junhyung?" wooyoung looks at him with wide eyes.