Stay With Me Series Collection

Stay With Me Series Collection 

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Love & Crosses | 02

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, alcohol consumption, subtle (and not so subtle) flirting, angst, (unwanted?) arranged marriage

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 11.7K

» 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You glance at the plate of appetizers placed neatly before you; deviled eggs, cocktail shrimp and baked potatoes. You decide to start with the shrimp first as you disliked eggs to a high extent.

The table's full of clatter and chatter as everyone digs into their plates and engages in conversations with each other.

"Did you try the eggs?" Taehyung asks you. You look down at the untouched eggs on your plate. "Taehyung, you know I hate eggs."

"Just try them, they're really good," he insists, but you frown, refusing once again. "Come on, just try it once," he says, bringing a small piece of the egg in between his chopsticks.

"Taehyung, no," you whine. But he pretends to not hear your protests and instead brings the chopsticks to your closed mouth.

"Y/N," he tries to say in his intimidating voice, but you knew better than to fall for that.

You keep your mouth closed and shut your eyes in disgust. But he places his hand on your jaw, "it's just a little, come on Y/N," he pouts. And you finally decide to give in, not being able to resist his pleads and his pout. You place your hand over his hand as he guides the egg into your mouth.

"Isn't it good?" he asks, watching you chew on it skeptically.

"It's actually pretty good," you admit, looking at him with bright eyes. He smiles. "See, I told you. I'm always right."

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes.

"Aren't they absolutely adorable?" Taehyung's mother, who'd been watching the scene unfold before her eyes, tells her husband.

Taehyung's father smiles, watching Taehyung feed you another egg as you give into his protests to let him feed you—more like baby you. "They're truly a match made in heaven, dad's right," Taehyung's father responds.

"Seokjin is coming next week," Taehyung's grandfather declares to everyone.

Taehyung looks up from his plate at the mention of his older brother. "Next week? He didn't tell me."

"It was last minute," Taehyung's father informs his younger son. Taehyung nods in understanding.

"He's staying for a few months," Taehyung's mother adds.

"For Jiminie's engagement party in two weeks—and yours next month." Taehyung freezes, looking at his mother in bewilderment, not wanting to believe the words that had just come out of her mouth.

But before he can say anything, his grandfather speaks, "I've arranged Jimin's wedding for next month."

Jimin doesn't flinch at the statement, clearly visible that he'd been informed of this already. Instead, he keeps his head low, and continues to eat the little food that had remained on his plate.

"And yours Taehyung, two weeks after Jimin's," he finishes.

"What engagement? What wedding? I don't know anything about this," Taehyung says in outrage.

You were feeling a little overwhelmed with everything being discussed at the dinner table, but none of it concerned you, so you decided to listen with a low head, using your chopsticks to play with the lone egg on your plate which you didn't want to eat.

But perhaps you had spoken too soon.

"You and Y/N are to be wedded, have you not been informed of this matter?" Taehyung's grandfather asks with raised brows.

Your eyes widen, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Me and Y/N, marri—what?" Taehyung manages to choke out.

"Ah," your grandfather says airily, "I believe they haven't been told of the matter, Dohyun."

"Nothing to worry about," Taehyung's grandfather responds with a chuckle, "they know of it now."

"Of course," your grandfather laughs, "I still remember the day we took these two to the playground all those years ago."

"It was the day I'd decided I want to see these two married one day," Taehyung's grandfather smiles back.

You glance desperately at Jihyo and Jimin for any sort of assistance, but the same shocked expressions on their faces.

"Well, I'm glad that's sorted out," your grandmother smiles, "we can move forward with the wedding preparations."

"Oh, Jimin." Jimin's mother calls to him, "don't forget to tell Iseul about Y/N and Taehyung's engagement party."

Jimin looks at her with a faint smile, "yeah mom, don't worry about it."

"Although I'll personally make sure to let the Choi's know about it personally, I think it'll be better for you to tell her about it personally." Jimin nods silently.

Your mouth has already gone dry, but there's no room for protests, not from you, not from Taehyung. Everyone's already moved on from the topic, too busy excitedly planning for both yours and Jimin's wedding.

"Main course dear?" One of your parent's house keepers says from behind you, a plate full of food in her hand.

You nod with a curt smile, not wanting to refuse to the kind woman. But the truth was that you were far from hungry.

"I'm not hungry," Taehyung announces loudly from beside you, "I'll excuse myself."

You glance up at his standing figure, he didn't look back at you. You stare blankly at your plate of untouched food as Taehyung excuses himself.

The corner of your eye catches Jimin as he motions for you to go after him.

"I'Il go get him," you try to say as calmly as you could before excusing yourself from the table.

Your hurried steps follow Taehyung's long strides as he leads you upstairs and walks angrily into one of the many quest rooms of the mansion-like home.

"Taehyung," you call out his name, closing the door of the room behind you. You turn around to see him standing near the middle of the room, his long slender fingers roughly undoing the fourth button of his shirt as he felt suffocated. He was ticked off, looking to the side, giving you a view of his perfect side profile as he toyed with the fifth button of his shirt.

"This is bullshit," he spits, still not looking at you.

And you were feeling the same, but you were trying to stay calm, you knew yelling and screaming wasn't going to do any good. There had to be a reasonable solution to this.

You approach him, having your ways to calm him whenever he was stressed or angry.

"Taehyung," you say his name again, this time softer. You put your hands on his shoulders, but he still refuses to look at you. You move your hands up his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head, slightly massaging his scalp.

"Tae, look at me," you say tenderly.

He finally turns his head and looks into your eyes. "They can't just wake up one day and decide to—and we're supposed to oblige everything they say?" He rambles in outrage.

"I know, I know," you shush him, letting your hands run through his brown locks. You feel his palms rest on your hips, feeling a little relieved that he was feeling slightly relaxed in your hold.

"Yelling isn't going to do any good, Tae," you tell him, "I'll talk to them," you assure him, knowing Taehyung can lose his temper quite easily when talking to his parents about iffy topics.

He doesn't respond, but instead keeps his eyes on you.

You move your hands down his chest, keeping your body close to his, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "Are you really not hungry?"

"You want me to eat while they discuss our wedding?" He asks, almost amused, "I might just puke."

You nod, "not exactly appetizing."

"Definitely not," he chuckles.

"And what if we do have to get married? Then what?" You ask him, wanting to know his insight on the situation.

"Then what?" He seems in thought, "then I'll be a form sacrifice from the four billion men in the world, marrying you."

You roll your eyes, earning him a slap to his toned chest, "asshole, I was being serious. We can't get married Tae, do you understand how messed up that is?"

"I know." he let's out an exasperated sigh. "Don't worry, I'll think of something," he gives you a promising look.

At that you smile, "I think we should get going, they're waiting downstairs."

"Do we have to go?" He whines, "just say I fell asleep or something."

"No, Taehyung," you giggle, "my mom already thinks there's something going on between us."

Taehyung sighs, "alright, alright. But I'm not going to eat, I'm really not hungry."

"It's okay, we can skip dinner. I'm not exactly too hungry either."

Finally persuading Taehyung, the two of you walk downstairs. Everyone's eyes flicker to the two of you. You notice your mother giving Taehyung's attire a look; the buttons of his shirt undone, his hair disheveled.

You shift a little uncomfortably on your spot, Taehyung notices this and decides to speak himself.

"I think we'll skip dinner, we're not exactly hungry," Taehyung tells them.

"Oh, alright," his mother gives both of you a soft smile, "let us know if you need anything."

You nod with a small smile, "we'll be upstairs," you refer to the rooftop of the house.

Once everyone's been informed of the new piece of information, you follow Taehyung's lead upstairs. He opens the majestic double doors that initially opened up the path that led to the rooftop of the estate.

You walk into the familiar space. Nostalgia hitting you as memories of your childhood spent in this very home come back to you. And of course, your childhood was incomplete without the presence of the man that stood near the railing of the rooftop, letting the view of the landscapes surrounding the house sink in.

"Remember the foam play tiles we used to play with here," you smile at the memory.

You think back to your childhood days, the foam tiles where you and Taehyung would play all day long those summer days, the miniature sized toy kitchen where both of you would pretend to cook fake food and the pink tent where you'd spend hours in.

You hear Taehyung let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah. We used to play house."

Your smile widens as you reminisce about the old days, "I would be the wife and you..." you trail off, coming to a realization of your words.

"I would be your husband," he lets out a hearty laugh, walking near you and taking a seat next to you on the red outdoor couch.

"And remember that doll—"

"You named her Youngmi," he says with a smile on his face, "she'd be our daughter."

Your face flushes red with embarrassment at the memory, "that's so embarrassing."

He laughs at your flustered state, poking your cheek with his finger, "you loved it back then though," he teases you

"Yeah, well that was back then," you say wearily, hiding your red face from him

His slender fingers find their way onto your chin as he turns your face, having you look into his eyes once again. "What about now?"

Your breath hitches, trying your hardest to maintain eye contact with him as you digest his question. "Tae, I—"

"I know he's angry." Jimin's voice fills the area as the door opens and closes, allowing Jimin and Jihyo to let themselves in.

"What now?" Jihyo asks her brother. Jimin sighs in response, having no answer to his sister's question. Instead he looks over to you and Taehyung sitting on the couch, both your eyes now on the two that had entered.

You tuck a loose hair strand behind your ear, your face looks flushed as you try to bring your mind away the conversation that had just occurred between you and Taehyung.

Jihyo nonchalantly walks over to both of you and sits in between the two of you,

Taehyung doesn't hesitate to get up and walk over to Jimin, having a lot to converse about with the elder.

"Here," Jihyo says, handing over a delicate glass of red wine to you. You look over to her, trying to seem as relaxed as you could, gladly taking the glass of wine from her.

"Had a feeling you'd be in need of that," she chuckles.

"Desperately," you point out, a smile on your face.

The next hour passes as a breeze, you sip on your wine while talking to Jihyo about Jimin's engagement and your own dreaded engagement.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll understand if you talk to them," Jihyo says with an encouraging smile, but you could see right through her. You both knew this was a long shot, the chances of them calling off the whole marriage thing at your pleads—the chances were low, very low.

"We should get going," Taehyung says to you after a while, "you said you needed to go to the company tomorrow morning?"

"Oh yeah, I needed to finish off some work, I'll be done before noon though," you let him know.

He nods in response, "let's go then, I'll drop you home."

You get up at this, ready to leave. Jimin and Jihyo find no reason to stay behind, so they decide to leave with you two.

All four of you walk downstairs, engaging in light conversations with each other.

The set of adults who were way too engulfed in deep conversation with each other look up to our direction in question. "I think we'll get going," you say softly, "I've got some work to finish off tomorrow."

Your grandmother smiles, "that's alright, it's getting quite late, you should get going." You nod politely.

"Taehyung," you hear Taehyung's mother calling out to her son that stood next to you.

"Yes mom?" You notice how he visibly tenses slightly.

She points to the other room and motions for Taehyung to follow her, "I need to talk to you." Taehyung lets out an inaudible sigh and follows his mother into the next room.

You take the opportunity to get to the foyer of the house and put on your shoes while Taehyung's gone.

Your own mother and Taehyung's grandmother follow behind you to see you off, you feel a sense of nervousness.

"Dear," Taehyung's grandmother says softly, "I know all this is happening a little quickly, but I hope you know we've made this decision for your own good."

You sigh and turn around to face her, you give her a smile and squeeze her hands, "I know that, you guys wouldn't want anything but the best for us. But, me and Taehyung, we're nowhere near a fit for each other."

"I know it seems that way to you Y/N-ie," she starts, "but believe me, Taehyung is a very softhearted boy and you know that. He can never be comfortable around someone the way he is with you. And you've known him for all your life, I can't trust his fragile heart with anyone other than you, you know him better than any of us. You are what's best for him, and he is what's best for you. The only thing we wish for is to see all four of you happily settled with a family before we pass way. Trust us on this."

Your smile falters. "I understand ma," you say with a fake smile plastered on your face. You could never refuse your own grandparents let alone Taehyung's, you respected them too much. Even if that meant getting wedded to your best friend. Before your mother could add on to the conversation, you see Taehyung making his way to your direction, he seemed to be clutching something in his fist, but you don't dwell on it too much, wanting to get out of here as fast as you could.

Taehyung notices the discomfort on your face and takes the hint.

"We'll get going now." he announces, pulling on his shoes and swinging the front door open.

He places his hand on your lower back, walking you out. You turn around to see Taehyung's grandmother, your mother and now Taehyung's mother who had joined them, waving at the two of you.

You curtly smile at them and wave back. Then put your attention back to Taehyung, his arm still around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

The ride back to your apartment was long and silent, neither of you spoke a word to each other—not having much to say anyways.

You were too in thought, Taehyung's grandmother's words still ringing in your ears.

It's only a matter of time before his car comes to a halt outside your apartment complex which didn't look much different from his—dripping in luxury.

You hastily unfasten your seatbelt and make your way out of the sleek royal blue sedan.

"Text me when you get home," he says to you.

"Call me when you get home," you counter.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, "alright."

And that's all the words you exchange with each other before you turn around and walk into the building. Taehyung stays and watches until you're out of his sight, then accelerating the way to his own apartment.

As soon as you'd walked to the comfort of your home, you felt a sense of loneliness again. Crazy what the companionship of Taehyung can do to you.

Deciding to get changed, you pull on your pyjamas. Then finally taking the time to drop yourself onto your bed with a sigh. There was so much going on, you could barely keep up. You close your eyes and rest your head on the headboard of the bed, your head was already pounding with a headache.

You'd almost fallen asleep before your eyes diverted to your ringing phone lying next to you. The name 'Tae' flashes on your screen and a faint smile makes way onto your face.

You press on the green circular button and answer the call. "You remembered," you lightly chuckle into the call.

"Of course," he says in the same light tone, "I remember every detail regarding you."

"Is that so, Mr. Kim?" You raise a brow.

He hums in response. "That crush you had in second grade. You have a sweet tooth but hate overly sweet foods. You threw up once after having eggs for dinner and you've hated eggs ever since. You want a kiss in the rain with your lover. You want a destination wedding. You want two daughters. You're terrified of any sort of insects except butterflies. Your ideal type in a man is someone who has personality, is charming, would love you for yourself, understand you, and of course has good looks. You need someone to clutch onto when you're on an escalator because you are scared shitless of escalators. You cried back in grade six because you got a 'D' on your math test for the first—and last, may I add, time. You tend to get jealous very easily and are very possessive. You..."

"What happened, why'd you stop," you say with a grin on your face.

"I thought you fell asleep," he says nonchalantly.

"I haven't fallen asleep," you respond.

"I'Il keep going then; you are down very bad for my voice, you find it extremely sexy—especially my morning voice. You tend to zone out while staring at me. You love when I'm wearing suits, it drives you insane. You—"

"That's about enough," you grumble on your end of the call.

"It's only the truth, tiger," you almost hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks.

"Oh shut up, you'll go real quiet once I start talking," you narrow your eyes.

"Oh really?" He challenges, "go ahead."

You go silent and that's all it takes for him to smile broadly in victory. "Cat got your tongue, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah," you mumble. 

"Anyways, you'll be done with your work before lunch tomorrow?"

"Most probably," you reply, "why?"

"Jimin asked if you'd be free for lunch tomorrow, apparently he's introducing his fiancée to us."

You feel a tug of excitement at this, you'd be more than happy to meet Jimin's fiancée—the one he's chosen to spend the rest of his life with. You've been hoping that he'd find the one for him sooner or later, you're happy he's finally decided to make this big step.

"Oh yeah, I'll be more than glad," you tell Taehyung.

"Alright, I'll let him know," he tells you.

"So are you planning to come pick me up then, or have you gotten other plans?" You ask him, playing with a lone strand of your hair while you were at it.

"If you're that desperate to see me then why not?" He shrugs.

"Oh please," you scoff, "I am more than capable of getting there on my own."

"Oh yeah, definitely," he retorts in sarcasm.

"Don't be delusional now, I am not dependent on you," you let him know, almost laughing.

"Right, right, of course not," he responds. "Are you planning to pick me up or do you have other plans?" He mocks your voice.

"Good lord, do not do that ever again, you sound like a dying bird," you make a face.

"Yeah right, go to sleep now, you're starting to hear things," he hints that he's about to hang up, you frown. You don't want him to hang up, you miss him already.

"But Taehyung," you whine.

"No buts, it's past your bedtime," he scolds you like a parent would to their child.

"I'm not a child Tae, I'm older than you," you retort.

"Maybe if you acted like it," he mumbles under his breath.

"I can hear you, you know? And you know what? I should act like it. Goodnight Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung laughs on the other side of the call, "I'm joking, I'm joking."

You're silent for a moment before you see an incoming FaceTime from Taehyung. You answer with no hesitation.

The screen of your phone displays the white wall of Taehyung's bedroom and the black headboard of his bed. But most importantly you see him, and his bare collarbones—establishing the fact that he is in-fact shirtless.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Kim?" You ask dramatically.

A lazy grin appears on his god-like face, "wouldn't dream of it, doll."

Ah yes, that name, doll. The name that seven-year-old Taehyung had come up for you, and had never stopped using it since.

You remember his soft little voice from over two decades ago as if it was only yesterday.

"You look like her Y/N!" A small Taehyung exclaims, pointing at your Barbie doll.

An equally small you looks at him in confusion, "huh? I look like Barbie?"

"No," he shakes his head, "you look prettier than her, you look like a doll!"

"A doll?" You laugh.

"Yes, a doll! Because dolls are pretty and you're very, very pretty too. So you're an alive doll."

A living doll.

You smile at Taehyung addressing you by the name.

"When will you stop calling me that?" You question with an amused smile.

"When you'll cease to look drop dead gorgeous, which won't happen, so I'll never stop."

"Oh shut up," you look down, not wanting to give him a hint of the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're the one that got me started," he shrugs.

You lean back and rest your head on the headboard of your bed, closing your eyes. Feeling comforted by the presence of Taehyung—even if it was through a screen. A small smile makes its way onto Taehyung's lips, "you should get some sleep." He says, once again implying that he was about to hang up on you.

"No," you pout, opening your eyes.

"What do you mean, no? It's getting late Y/N, you look tired. Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow either way," he insists.

Your pout intensifies, "fine."

Taehyung chuckles on his end of the call, "goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight," you respond with a petty glare, not bothering to mention his name. You stare into the camera as he ends the call with a smile. Throwing your phone onto the bedside table, you lay down, pulling the covers up until your chin, getting comfortable. You sigh at the feeling of warmth as drowsiness takes over you. However, one lone thought stays in your head.

What if...

No, no, that can't be—you can't.

You'd started the day with a grunt once your alarm had woken you with a start at six in the morning. Groaning in annoyance, you start your day—who would willingly want to wake up at six in the morning on a Sunday? But you did. Getting to the company at eight, you'd start off by making yourself a cup of coffee—feeling a headache coming along soon. Partially from staying up late, waking up early and also due to the fact that your hair was put up in a high ponytail for the day.

You'd made sure to make yourself look extra presentable for the day, even if you were running low on sleep, as you were to go meet Jimin's fiancée for the first time today.

Which reminded you that you were to discuss matters regarding your own fiancé with your father later today.

Attempting to finish everything that you were to do before the clock struck twelve, essentially when your father was supposed to come in, was a bit of a hassle, but you had managed to get it done—leaving you more time to get other things finished as well.

It was approximately twelve thirty and there was still no sign of your father, you were definitely going to be late getting to the café where Taehyung, Jimin and Jimin's fiancée were most probably waiting for you.

Finally hearing a knock at the door of your office, you call out a 'come in', allowing your father to enter your work space.

"How's my girl?" He asks cheerfully.

"I'm great dad," you giggle.

"Sorry, I didn't get much time to talk to you yesterday with everyone being there," he apologizes, making his way to your desk and taking a seat in one of the chairs placed before your desk.

"It's fine dad, I can understand, it was a bit all over the place," you respond.

He hums in agreement, "though I hope you got time to talk to Taehyung regarding the matter in depth?"

"About that dad," you take a deep breath, "neither of us want this. We're not ready for marriage let alone getting married to one another. You know how our relationship is dad, there has never been anything romantic between us, we're just really close friends. You can't just wake up one day and tell us you've decided to get us married. You know we could never look at each that way." You glance at your father.

He looks slightly crestfallen, "I can understand Y/N, but you've got to understand where I stand. The Kims have always been very close to us and assisted us through a lot of rough patches. We've got to give back what they've given us somehow, and after what your sister did, even more so. They all really love you, they've always been so fond of you, they want you to be their daughter-in-law."

"They aren't the kind of people to force me into anything. Taehyung wouldn't want that. And it isn't as easy as you make it seem dad," you argue.

"I know Y/N, but you don't need to make it that hard. It's Taehyung," he says to you.

"That's exactly why, dad. Me and Taehyung are just friends, we can't get married," you repeat.

Your father sighs once more, "Y/N, did you know; when Taehyung was born, you were merely a few months old. We took you to the hospital and laid you next to him. Your finger was the first thing he's ever held. Your name was his first word, Y/N. I don't know how much more I need to tell you for you to believe that he is indeed your soulmate."

"Dad, that's all platonic."

"As for you two being friends, I hope you know that your mother and I started off as good friends too," your dad says matter-of-factly.

"That was a whole different story, you had a crush on mom to begin with. Nor do I or Taehyung have romantic feelings for each other," you insist.

"Are you sure about that?" Your father asks, giving you a look.

"Yes dad," you answer in outrage, not knowing what he was trying to imply.

"Fine," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "if you must insist, l'Il give you another option."

Your eyes light up at this.

"Hear me out first," he says, noticing your eagerness, "I'll set up as many blind dates for you as you want, but if you can successfully select a man for yourself that you're willing to marry—I'll break off your engagement with Taehyung. If you fail to do so, you'll agree that Taehyung is the best choice for you and agree to marry him."

You stare at your father, dumbfounded.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Fine," you huff, already exasperated at the idea. But you had no other choice than to agree with it.

Taehyung sat in the brown office chair placed in his study. He still had some time before he was planning on leaving and make his way to the café. He'd decided to get some pending work done, but he'd come to the realization that he really could not focus. The countless papers and files on his desk lay untouched like the opened document on his iMac, instead he sat staring at the diamond ring that lay on his palm. His mother's words from yesterday, when she'd pulled him aside, running laps around his mind.

"Mom, isn't this..." Taehyung glances at the ring his mother had placed in his palm in confusion.

"It's my engagement ring," she smiles fondly, "your father proposed to me with this ring almost thirty years ago. This ring means a lot to me Taehyung-ah. When your father slid this ring onto my ring finger that day, it felt as if the world had just stopped for a moment. And you see this diamond on the ring, this was an heirloom that your great grandmother had given to your father, she'd told him to present that diamond to a loved one, a promise that he'd be by their side for the rest of his life—and your father chose to give it to me."

"But why are you giving it to me?" Taehyung furrows his brows in confusion.

His mother smiles at his clueless state, giving him a little smack on the head, "I know it may seem like things are happening really fast right now, and it may take you a while to realize this, but I just know that Y/N is the one for you—and a mother's instinct is never wrong Taehyung-ah."

"Mom, you know me and Y/N have never had this sort of relationship, we're just friends and you know that," Taehyung stresses.

She only grins in response, Taehyung frowns at this, "you really have no idea huh?" She laughs at her son's innocence. "But either way, I'm not going to force anything on you Taehyung-ah, whether it be Y/N or anyone else, I want you to give this ring to the person you choose to spend your entire life with. And at that moment I'll know that my Taehyungie is all grown up now," she says, bringing herself to place a small kiss on her son's forehead, tears welling her eyes.

Taehyung pulls his mother into an embrace, laughing at her mother's state, "why are you crying mom?"

"Just getting a little emotional, my baby is getting married," she sniffles, pulling away from her son's arms.

A small laugh escapes Taehyung, "Mom you just said, whether it be Y/N or anyone else, and you're already planning my wedding with her."

"You know it's always up to you, if this is something you don't want then we won't force you into anything Taehyung," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I know mom, there's just a lot to think about," Taehyung sighs, "but I'll keep this in mind," he looks at the ring in the fist of his palm.

Taehyung takes the ring and puts it back into the blue velvet box, then placing it carefully in his drawer and locking it. Sparing a glance at a framed picture on his desk, he smiles.

Finishing off some outstanding work once your father had left you to the vicinity of your office—there was no doubt that you were running late for your meeting at the cafe. And the traffic that lined the busy streets of Seoul clearly wasn't helping. Hurriedly you make your way into the cafe where you had been instructed to meet Taehyung and Jimin. You hastily check the time on the Apple Watch that adorns your wrist. It was already 1:40 p.m, you were late, late.

Skimming through the unfamiliar heads that were scattered across the posh café, you try to find two familiar heads-at which you succeed in once your eyes lock with Taehyung's eyes. He shakes his head, tapping a finger on the Rolex that wrapped around his wrist. You slouch a little in guilt, mouthing a 'sorry'. You walk to where you see Taehyung seated with Jimin and as you walk closer—you're revealed to a gorgeous woman sitting opposite of Taehyung on the circular glass table.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," you apologize, adjusting the white blazer that hung from your arm.

"It's fine, we were running late too, we only got here a few minutes ago," Jimin reassures you.

You glare at Taehyung for making you think you were late, he gives you a smug look.

Turning away from Taehyung you move your attention to Jimin.

"Iseul, this is Y/N," he introduces you to the said woman as she smiles. "Y/N, this is Iseul, my fiancée."

She really was gorgeous, absolutely stunning, you had to say. You smile at her, extending your hand for a handshake, she reciprocates your smile, gladly taking your hand into her own.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you say to her.

"Tone down the formal tone a little, maybe Ms. Y/L/N," Taehyung almost laughs at your professional tone while talking to Iseul.

You roll your eyes, "yeah, yeah, it's a habit, what can I say?"

Finally allowing yourself to take the empty seat next to Iseul, you decide to engage in a conversation with the woman, while the two brothers sitting across you continue to talk about whatever business talk they were engrossed in.

Throughout the course of a twenty minute conversation with the woman, you learn a lot about her. She's not only kind and well mannered but also highly educated, currently still studying to receive her M.D to become a neurosurgeon. Her family is very well off, her grandfather was in possession of a hospital and left that for her father before passing away. Both her parents are in the medical field and earn quite high paying salaries. You have a faint memory of her parents now that you think of it, you've seen them a few times at parties and events arranged by Taehyung and Jimin's parents—establishing the fact that they probably knew them fairly well. And considering that their daughter was this appealing, it made sense that they choose her for Jimin, and that Jimin agreed to it most importantly.

"I hope Jimin is treating you well," you say lightly, attempting to joke about the topic.

"He really is very kind, really kind," she looks away, the small smile on Iseul's face fades as she speaks the words, guilt filling her brown eyes.

It all must be hard for her, you can understand how she feels—after all, you're going through the same, and she could possibly be going through worse and you wouldn't know of it.

"I know Jimin very well, he's like a brother to me," you give her an encouraging smile. "He'll keep you happy, I'm sure of it. And if he doesn't, all you have to do is let me know," you smile.

Iseul laughs, "thank you, but I'm sure that won't be needed."

"I hope not," you chuckle.

"Yah, are you doubting me Y/N? I hope you know I am very boyfriend material, husband material even more so if you ask me." Jimin boasts.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," you snicker.

Jimin furrows his brows, making your grin broaden. Looks like you'd ended up hurting his pride, "what is that supposed to mean, I treated Ryuna..." Jimin's gaze drops as his words trail off, leaving the statement hanging.

The playful smile on your face no more. A thick fog of silence falls over the table. Finally mustering up the courage to break the silence, you speak, "why don't you all come over to my place tonight, I can order something."

"Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll have to run an errand at the hospital later today, I'm not sure if I'll make it in time," Iseul frowns a little.

"It's fine, some other time then?" You smile.

"Of course." she reassures. "I should get going then, I need to get to the hospital, I think I'm running a little late."

"I'Il drop you off," Jimin offers, getting up from his seat.

"It's fine." Iseul smiles, "l'Il call my driver."

"'I'll call my driver," Jimin insists, "if you don't want me to drop you off."

She chuckles, "It's fine Jimin, really."

"But it's not," he says, "let me be a good fiancé."

You look up at him, he averts his eyes from yours. But there was no point in hiding from you know, you'd seen right through him. At that moment you wished you could tell him he was a good boyfriend to her, an amazing fiancé and it wasn't his fault that she left. However, now was not the time or place, you both knew that.

"The hospital's on my way home, I'll drop you off," he concludes, no longer asking her.

You watch as Iseul finally gives in, walking with Jimin to his black Porsche, eventually feeling Taehyung's hand at your waist as you watch the couple. "Are you okay?"

You look up at him, "of course," you try to laugh it off, "why would I not be?"

"It's okay Y/N, you don't have to hide it from me," he gives you a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine Taehyung, really," you lather up a fake smile, though the truth was far from that, there was a lot going on in your head and he knew that very well.

"It'll take a little bit more than that to convince me, but if you don't feel like telling me right now it's fine," his eyes give you warmth as you look into them. He peers past you and looks out the window, "should be raining soon, mind giving me a ride home, mine bailed on me for his fiancée."

A giggle breaks past your lips, he smiles in victory, "of course," you tell him.

But before leaving, you'd decided to order yourself a French Vanilla, something you now regret. By the time you'd walked outside with your coffee, it was already raining hard.

"There," You look up to see Taehyung holding up your blazer, serving as an umbrella for you.

You frown, "Taehyung, you'll be drenched by the time we get to the car."

"I'll be fine." he says nonchalantly.

"No, you will not, quote on quote, be fine." you say to him with a piercing stare. "You know well and good that you catch colds really easily. There's an umbrella in the car, I'll go get it."

"I'Il go get it actually," he retorts, handing you your blazer and running off in the direction of your car.

You unlock the car for him from a distance and watch as he rummages around looking for the said umbrella. Finally finding it under the passenger seat, he runs back to you. You don't know if you want to slap him or hug as you watch him run back to you in the pouring rain with a closed umbrella. Your best friend really is a dork.

He quickly opens the black umbrella and holds it over you. You grab his arm and pull him into the umbrella. "You're actually crazy, you know that?" You sigh as the two of you walk to your car.

"Guilty as charged," he laughs.

Once in the car, it only starts raining harder. You let your pearly white blazer, that was now drenched, lie on the back seat, then get into the passenger seat.

"I can drive," you let Taehyung know, but he was already in the driver's seat.

"You hate driving in the rain," Taehyung states, pulling the car out of the parking lot. You admire the state of Seoul city as the car drives off, you'd always loved rainy days, they calmed you.

"Jimin isn't a child Y/N, he's thirty," Taehyung starts slowly. "He's going to have to learn to take responsibility, he has a fiancée, he'll get married soon—

"What's the point of all that if he's only doing it for the sake of forgetting her. There's only so far he can get if she's still the predominant thought in his mind," you counter. "I worry for him, which is why I want him to move on. He deserves better, and that better is just before his eyes," you refer to Iseul, "he just needs to embrace it."

"It's not like he isn't trying Y/N, he just needs some time, you can't expect him to just forget about her. He still loves her," Taehyung sighs.

"I know he does. He's gone through two girlfriends to try and divert his mind but broke up with both of them," you frown. "I just hope this works for him."

"Anyways, on a lighter note," you attempt to change the topic at the tense atmosphere in the car that almost seemed suffocating. "I talked to my dad."

"And?" Taehyung questions.

"He's willing to call off the engagement if I'm capable of finding another man I'm wiling to marry," you break the news to Taehyung.

He doesn't say anything for a minute but as the traffic signal ahead turns from yellow to red and the car comes to a halt, he turns to you. "Are you really willing to marry another man for the sake of not having to marry me?"

You give him a look, "what is that supposed to mean?"

He smiles, looking away, "just making sure, that way I can start setting up some dates for you."

You scowl, "oh please, I am not going on a date with any of those weird friends of yours."

"You're only insulting yourself, doll," he snickers.

"I am, in fact, the only sane and normal person in our friend group," you roll your eyes.

"Keep telling yourself that and perhaps you'll become the most sane and normal person in our friend group eventually," he teases.

"You should be the last person talking," you retort.

Taehyung chuckles at that, keeping his eyes on the road.

Once the car goes silent again except for the faint music playing into the ambience of your luxury sedan and the light drizzle of the rain that soaked the streets of Seoul, you were only left to wonder what these next few days were to bring for you.

"Tomorrow? Dad, come on, not so quickly, give me some time to breathe," you bargain with your father on the phone.

"You chose to do this to yourself Y/N, so we must execute this quickly," your father sighs. "It's either Taehyung or someone else you know that. Your grandfather has his heart set on getting you married."

"I know dad," you frown. "I'll go tomorrow, just send me location and his phone number."

"Thank you Y/N," your father says softly.

"Don't say thank you dad, it makes me feel guilty," you say with a small voice.

"I should be the one feeling guilty and I do Y/N, but you know I have no control over this," your father's tone laced with guilt.

"I know dad, and it's okay, you know your daughter's been through much worse, she's capable of dealing with this too," you laugh.

"That's my girl," your father boasts with pride.

You smile, "I should probably go sort out my closet now, I'll call you later dad. And tell mom I'll drop by someday."

"Of course," you father responds on the other end of the phone, "and Y/N."

"Yeah dad?"

"Don't worry too much, it'll all be alright," you can almost see a reassuring smile.

"Thank you dad."

You feel a lot better after the phone call with your father, it feels like some of your worries have dissolved—you felt reassured, but there was still a lot on your mind.

Lost in thought, you decide to get up and find something to eat for dinner, it was already five in the evening, if you had to cook something up, you might as well have gotten started now.

Or maybe you should've, instead you halt in your tracks, reaching back to grab your phone which you'd left on the couch, at a notification.

You didn't even have to open it to know it was Taehyung. You'd left his company a while ago. Being the one driving, he'd stopped the car outside his apartment complex, allowing you to take over. You'd asked him a few times if he wanted to crash your place for a drink or two, but he had refused, saying that there was some work he needed to get finished and later had to accompany Jimin to his parents' house. He had offered you to tag along but you thought better of it.

[Tae] Sure you don't wanna come, Y/N?

Taehyung asks in the group chat with you, Taehyung and Jimin.

[You] I think I'll pass

[You] Besides, I have a date to worry about now :)

[Jimin] A date?

Jimin questions, though you're sure Taehyung must've told him about this whole deal with your father already.

[You] Dad seems a little too determined on finding me a man, so he's set up a date for me tomorrow

[Jimin] Seems exciting

[Jimin] Have fun

You roll your eyes at Jimin's snarky remark.

Putting aside your phone you decide to make yourself an egg salad sandwich, not feeling the energy to make anything too complex.

Time passes pretty quickly, whether it be cooking yourself a sandwich, finding yourself something to wear for tomorrow and it's already eight in the evening, where you sat hastily on your couch, watching a K-Drama with a lone bottle of soju sitting upright on the table.

Engrossed completely in the show, you're brought to your senses when the doorbell to your penthouse rings.

You look at the time, there's no way Taehyung would have escaped the wrath of his parents this quickly, who could it have been at this time?

As you make your way to the door, you prepare yourself for many different scenarios, your parents, any of your relatives, a friend or even perhaps Taehyung. But nothing could've prepared you for the sight you see through the peephole in your door.

You hastily unlock the door and pull your sister into an embrace.

"I thought your flight was landing on Tuesday," you question your sister's early arrival with excitement.

Ryuna smiles, "ah well, I decided to surprise you, I hope it worked."

"Of course it did, I'm seeing my baby sister after a whole two years," you say fondly.

Ryuna whines in response, "I'm not a baby anymore."

"To me you are, and always will be," you scoff.

Finally allowing herself inside with her luggage, you let her make herself at home. Giving her a tour of your penthouse, you show her her room. It was the guest room that was hardly used—Taehyung would sleep there when he'd come over to your place but he could manage for a month or two.

"Business Proposal," Ryuna comments on the K-Drama still playing on the television once you'd made a full circle around the house and had come back to the living room.

"Don't spoil it for me, I'm not finished yet," you grin.

"It's so good," Ryuna rambles on, taking a seat on the couch, you follow suit and sit next to her.

"How's everyone," she asks, a glint of sadness in her eyes, "mom, dad, grandpa, grandma."

"They're all great," you tell her.

"Taehyung? Jihyo?"

They're both fine, they're doing great actually," you laugh a little.

Ryuna goes silent for a moment before she finally musters up the courage to ask you the question she'd been dying to hear the answer to, "and Jimin, how is he?"

You sigh, deciding to break the news to her, "that is something I don't know the answer to." Ryuna nods in understanding, you continue, "he's engaged, he's getting married soon."

The smile doesn't falter from your sister's face, she seems happy instead of hurt or sad, "that's nice, I'm happy for him—at least one of us is moving on."

"But he still loves you Ryu," you stress.

"Well then he shouldn't," she says, a harshness in her tone, "he should've forgotten about me a long time ago."

"The way you did, Ryu?" You retort, knowing very well she herself hasn't even tried to move on from Jimin. "But anyways, enough of this, you must be tired, I'll make you some tea."

You'd only put water in the kettle when the doorbell to your penthouse rings a second time that day.

"Could you get that Ryu," you tell your sister as you were a little occupied making tea, "but if it's mom or dad or anyone—"

"It's okay," she says with a smile, "I'll have to face them eventually."

"Are you sure?" Your heart already dropping at the thought of your parents being at the door.

"I'll be fine." she laughs it off, but you know she's just as terrified as you are. However, relief washes over her once she sees Taehyung through the peephole of the door. She opens the door with a grin on her face, and Taehyung looks just as equally as shocked to see her.

"Ryuna? I thought you were supposed to come in two days," Taehyung asks with the same grin on his face. The relationship Ryuna and Taehyung had was a very sweet one, Taehyung had always babied Ryuna the way you had, he'd always supported her, she was a younger sister to him the way she was to you.

"I decided to come a little earlier," she says, still grinning widely.

She was only just about to let herself fall into the embrace of her said 'older brother' when she halts in her tracks at the familiar sight of someone—only now it didn't feel so familiar, it felt distant.

Jimin.

He'd just gotten off the elevator, walking towards the unit, his eyes were on his phone, probably mid conversation with his fiancée. Ryuna's heart stings at the thought.

He looked a lot different from what Ryuna remembers, his hair no longer short and a shade of light brown—always unkempt, but instead his naturally dark brown hair neatly parted, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight too, the baby fat that used to show in his cheeks no more, his baby face long gone. However, his frame was no longer slender the way she remembered it to be, his body now muscular, the fitted brown t-shirt hugging every muscle, his biceps visible through the short sleeved garment.

He's changed a lot, from the way he dresses, to the aura that surrounds him—intimidating. Jimin had matured, from what Ryuna could see of it, he'd gotten himself together—but had he really? People who are real, hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties. It may seem as if Jimin had gotten himself together, but he was still a wreck on the inside and you knew that more than anyone.

Ryuna looks away from the man as he lifts his gaze from his phone—meaning to ask why Taehyung was still standing outside but Jimin's eye is caught by the woman that stands before him.

He almost couldn't recognize her, she'd grown so much more beautiful and he didn't think that was possible. Long hair really did look good on her.

Taehyung senses the tension in the air and attempts to escape. "Is Y/N inside?" He asks Ryuna.

She nods in response.

"I'll go give her this," Taehyung informs Ryuna, holding up a container.

With Taehyung gone, it leaves Ryuna and Jimin to themselves. And Ryuna still not gaining the courage to look into the eyes of the man she still loves.

"I should—uh—go help with the tea," Ryuna says quickly, making her escape but failing miserably.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Jimin asks, looking around awkwardly.

Ryuna turns around slowly, cursing her luck, "sure," she replies half heartedly.

"I'd appreciate it if you could do that for me tomorrow," Jimin says with a curt smile.

"Of course," Ryuna responds, reciprocating the smile.

The two of them continue to walk around the park in silence until Jimin speaks again, "the weather is nice, isn't it?"

"It is," Ryuna mumbles in response.

Jimin frowns at her lack of response, "it must feel quite different than it did in the States."

"I guess so," Ryuna answers timidly.

Jimin sighs. "Do I make you nervous? I can leave if you want me to." He turns in his tracks, only to be stopped by Ryuna clutching his wrist.

And for the first time that night, she looks him in the eyes, "you don't make me nervous, Jimin—I mean, Mr. Park." Realizing her hand was still in contact with his wrist, she quickly lets go, looking away.

"Why do you feel the need to call me anything other than Jimin?" Jimin asks softly, though the hurt was evident in his eyes.

"Things are a lot different than they were two years ago," Ryuna says, looking away from him.

"What changed?" Jimin questions.

"You're getting married, Jimin," Ryuna responds, a smile full of sorrow plastered on her face.

Jimin's smile falters. Yet, he laughs—laughs at the patheticness of the situation.

"When's the wedding?" Ryuna asks, trying to sound excited for the event. And despite her being happy for him, and happy for this new chapter in his life, she wouldn't be able to watch him get married. The love of her life getting married to someone else—it's a sight no one would be able to bear, and Ryuna is human after all.

"Early next month," Jimin lets the information slip past his lips.

"It's so soon," Ryuna thinks aloud.

"Why the rush, Jimin?" Ryuna asks knowingly, she just needed to hear it from him.

Jimin's gaze falls on Ryuna, giving her a look. "I think you know very well why."

Ryuna knows she's in no position to question, so she doesn't, instead remaining quiet.

"How was America?" Jimin asks after a while.

Ryuna sighs, "unfamiliar, it felt as if time went by so quickly but it's been two years." She almost laughs.

"Funny, huh? How fast things can change..." the same amused smile on his face.

Guilt courses through Ryuna again, "Jimin—"

"Will you come? To the wedding," Jimin asks, letting his gaze linger on your sister for a moment before looking away.

Ryuna takes her time to think, then directs a small smile to Jimin, "no," she shakes her head. "I believe my presence won't be much wanted at your wedding."

Jimin nods, not having much to say.

"I guess, I should go now," Ryuna lets him know, turning around to take her leave.

The silence that surrounds them is almost suffocating.

"And, I don't know how much of this she knows," Ryuna refers to Jimin's fiancée, who was still a mystery to her. "But I hope we can remain neutral for her sake."

Jimin laughs, "remaining neutral would've been in the question if there were two sides to pick from," Jimin says, walking closer to her. "Hating you was out of the question, and I could never completely hate myself because I couldn't hate you."

They're eyes meet for the second time that night, but Jimin looks away. Taking his leave as soon he could. Leaving Ryuna to stand there, processing his words.

He couldn't hate himself completely because of her, why?

The reason for Taehyung and Jimin's late night escapades to your apartment was long forgotten to you. Although you were grateful that they had come over at this hour to deliver food that Taehyung's mother had prepared and requested for him to deliver to you, there was a more pressing matter at hand at the moment.

It'd barely been a few hours since Ryuna had arrived and you were sure the last thing she wanted was to see Jimin. Not to mention that they'd wandered off somewhere together.

"Y/N," Taehyung says your name, "relax, they'll be fine." He says casually while sitting on your couch, pouring himself a shot of soju.

You scowl, walking up to him and earning him a smack at the back of head. Taehyung rubs the back of his head in pain. "What was that for?"

"For bringing Jimin here," you respond, still in rage and worry.

"Oh alright," Taehyung scoffs, "I was supposed to know that she showed up two days early."

You groan in annoyance, nothing was helping ease the horrible scenarios playing in your mind right now.

"What's the worst that can happen?" Taehyung asks in an attempt to calm you, "they'll fight, scream, yell at each other? It can't get worse than that."

"Taehyung," you say his name sweetly. "Why don't you shut the fuck up for a few minutes? A few minutes of silence is all I ask for."

Taehyung shrugs, bringing the glass of soju to his lips, "suit yourself."

You let out a breath after finally getting Taehyung to keep his mouth closed. The next few minutes go in silence while you think about all the possible ways things could've gone wrong.

Your heartbeat picks up again once the doorbell to your apartment rings. You quickly make your way through the foyer at to the front door, leaving Taehyung to trail behind you with the beverage in his hand.

Once you open the door you're greeted to the sight of a slightly flushed looking Jimin, he avoids eye contact with you.

"Where's Ryuna?" You ask urgently.

"Relax, he didn't kill me," you hear Ryuna's voice as she walks from the elevator to the apartment door.

"Told you," Taehyung remarks from beside you.

"Don't worry about it, we were just catching up," Jimin informs both of you.

You nod slowly, not sure if you wanted to believe that, but it was a matter they'd have to resolve on their own, there was no point in interfering.

"Shall we go now?" Taehyung initiates to Jimin, downing the rest of the soju in the glass and handing it to you.

Jimin nods, wanting to leave immediately.

"Tomorrow—" Jimin starts, reminding Ryuna once both you and Taehyung were out of earshot.

"Don't worry," Ryuna reassures him, "I'll have everything done."

"Okay, perfect," Jimin smiles, "thank you."

"It's all my pleasure," Ryuna jokes.

"Taehyung," you whisper to Taehyung as he puts on his shoes, he glances at you. "I really think something's going on that we don't know of."

"No way," he slurs, "if something was going on we'd know of it."

You sigh, "how much exactly did you drink at your parents'?"

"Huh? Not much," he answers.

"I know damn well that your definition of 'not much' is a lot much," you retort at the said man.

He squints his eyes, attempting to say something back but he had nothing. You massage your forehead, "Jimin, please take him home before I lose my mind."

"Will do," Jimin says, grabbing Taehyung and pulling him out the door.

"I will see you tomorrow then," Jimin tells you, walking away with Taehyung by his side.

"Tomorrow?" You ask in confusion.

"Perhaps, I will see you tomorrow then," Jimin says again but this time with the addition of the adverb.

"Right..." you respond, still confused.

Once the two are out of your sight and you've closed the door, you turn to Ryuna, ready to interrogate her, but she yawns.

"See, I'm so tired, I think I'll go to bed now. You should too," she says quickly before jogging her way upstairs to her assigned room.

You tilt your head in confusion. "I didn't even ask her anything," you mumble to yourself.

What is going on?

"I see," you respond uninterestedly for what seemed the fifth time since the man sitting before you had started rambling about cars—well he was talking about cars the last time you were paying attention, which was a little over twenty minutes ago.

You pick up your whiskey to take a sip of the beverage, you couldn't even remember how many shots of whiskey you'd downed while listening to your said date ramble on.

"You don't seem to talk much, Ms. Y/L/N," Seungchul—the man you were currently on a lunch date with—says.

Well maybe if he let you speak.

"That's alright, perhaps you will start to feel more comfortable after marriage," he says nonchalantly.

You choke on your beverage, coughing at the sensation of burning developing in your throat once the drink had gone through the wrong pipe.

"Are you okay, Ms. Y/L/N?" He asks in concern, immediately calling a waiter over to order you some water.

"I'm—," you clear your throat, "perfectly fine, thank you."

"I hope I didn't startle you with that comment," he laughs a little. "The thing is," a blush creeps onto your cheeks, "I think I like you."

'Well think again,' you want to say, but you don't.

You attempt to chuckle a little to hide your discomfort. "I see," you say for what seems the nth time throughout the course of the date.

"I was thinking, I should probably inform Mr. Y/L/N that we both are on board for a wedding," he says shyly, inching his hand to his pocket to fish it out.

You quickly grip his hand before he could get his cell phone and inform your father that you've allegedly agreed to marry him. His eyes light up at the sudden physical touch, he looks at you with lovestruck eyes, you slowly move your hand away.

Your father really couldn't have found someone else.

You decide to be straightforward, though you felt slightly bad for being harsh, but you decided to go for it to save yourself, "look—"

"I'm looking," he responds, staring at you with heart eyes. "Have I mentioned that you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Listen," you try a second time.

"I'm listening," he responds, "have I mentioned your voice is beautiful?"

You let out an exasperated sigh. Mayhaps, it wouldn't be too bad of an idea to use 'plan b' in this situation.

"Look, I'm sure you're a great guy—"

"You think so?" He starts fishing for his phone a second time. You clutch his wrist once again.

"Just—can you please listen to me first?" You plead.

"Of course, I can listen to you talk all day," he says dreamily.

"Right..." you mumble. "You see, I actually have a boyfriend."

You watch as the smile on his face falters to a frown—it seemed as if all the scenarios he'd imagined of his future with you had come crashing down in less than a second. You felt bad of course, but there was no turning back from this point.

Hurriedly you bring out your phone and point to the polaroid picture of you and Taehyung at the back of your phone. He was too heartbroken to notice that the man in the picture was Kim Taehyung.

"The thing is, my father doesn't exactly approve of him," you continue to lie, "so he's arranging these blind dates for me."

And for the first time that afternoon, it was his turn to say 'I see'.

"I would really appreciate it if you could tell my father that the two of us couldn't work out," you tell him, placing your hand over his.

"Of course," he chokes out.

"Thank you so much," you let out a sigh of relief. You had to say, you'd maintained your acting skills.

"Would you like to pay?" A waiter walking by asks.

"Yes please," you say enthusiastically.

You couldn't have been happier when the waiter brought you the check and credit card machine—and you both had decided to split the amount, it was only fair.

"I think I should get going then," you announce to the latter, "my boyfriend must be waiting outside," you maintain a coy facade.

"Oh, yes, of course. I won't keep him waiting then," he responds half-heartedly.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Seungchul," sort of.

You find your way out of the restaurant as fast as you can. As expected, you see Taehyung's car, the window was rolled down and you could see that he was on a call with someone—phone pressed to his ear and he listened attentively.

You mentally apologize to Taehyung for the stunt you were about to pull.

As you approach his car, Taehyung unlocks his car, allowing you to get comfortable in the passenger seat. He was still on a call with someone. You watch as Taehyung glances at you, wanting to ask why you look so disgruntled—but he was on the phone.

Already regretting what you were about to do, you decide to go for it once you see Seungchul nearing where the car was parked, from the corner of your eye.

You lean in and give Taehyung a lingering peck on the tip of his nose. You prayed that the angle did you justice.

Slowly moving away, you decide to keep your act up until the car is on the road and your said marriage contender is no longer in eye shot.

You feel guilty as Taehyung gawks at you—more like a 'what the fuck' look, but intensified.

"How was work, babe?" You ask a little loudly, making sure Seungchul could hear you.

You hear the person on the other side of the phone calling out repeated chants of 'Mr. Kim', but Taehyung was no longer listening. You nudge the man sitting next to you, hoping he'd come to his senses, "babe," you call out to him again.

"Huh?" He looks at you cluelessly.

Preventing yourself from taking a loud breath out loud, you pry the phone out of Taehyung's hand, "Mr. Kim will get back to you," you say before ending the call and placing the phone in the charging slot.

Looking up to find Taehyung's clueless eyes again, you place a hand near his jaw and lean closer for a second time.

"Drive the fucking car, Kim Taehyung," you attempt to say as sweetly as you can, making sure only he could hear way at you had said.

"Okay..." he says slowly, moving away from you and putting the car in reverse, driving it out of the parking spot and onto the road. You let out a breath once you were far enough from the restaurant.

"We need to have a serious talk about what just happened," Taehyung finally bursts.

"I'm good, actually," you remark.

"You almost kissed me?" Taehyung exclaims in outrage.

"It was pointless anyways, I'm pretty sure he got the idea that I was lying since you couldn't act to save your life," you scoff.

"You sat in my car, called me babe and almost kissed me, all while I was talking to a potential dealer and you expected me to know you were putting up an act for that date of yours?" He questions in outrage.

"It was obvious, really," you point out.

"I'll keep that in mind next time, thanks," he retorts.

When your phone rings a few minutes later with 'dad' flashing on your phone screen, it takes a lot of your energy not to lose your cool.

Picking up the phone aggressively, you don't even bother to greet your father, "dad, was this really the best you could do?"

Hearing your dad chuckle on the other side of the phone call made you scowl.

"Why, you didn't like him?" He asks.

"He was a nightmare, dad," you inform him then put the call on speaker, putting the phone down for a moment so you could adjust the strap of your dress under the cardigan.

"I lied to him, I told him I have a boyfriend that you don't approve of, which is why I keep getting sent on blind dates. I did feel bad, he looked heartbroken, but I escaped him," you continue rambling on.

"Oh? A boyfriend?" Your father's ears prick at the term 'boyfriend', "and who is that boyfriend?"

"Take a guess, dad," Taehyung says from next to you with a smug look.

"Can you just drive the damn car," you tell Taehyung, annoyed knowing your father was never going to let this go.

"So you're willing to call Taehyung your boyfriend to escape the dates you're going on so you don't have to marry Taehyung?" Your father questions.

"Tell me about it," Taehyung remarks. You glare at him.

"If the case is just that you're not ready to marry him just yet, you can tell us, we can wait a few months," your father says nonchalantly.

"Dad," you sigh, "I'm actually really busy right now, so I'll talk to you later."

"If you say, I'll message you the details for the next date, don't be late," he says before ending the call. You shut your eyes and rest your head on the headrest in despair.

"Where are we going?" You finally ask.

"I need to pick up some files, I'll drop you off once I'm done," Taehyung gives you the piece of information. You hum in response.

Next stop, Kim Enterprises.

as we were masterlist♡

— as we were [cheating au] ‧₊˚ ongoing ꒱ playlist

» Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

⟶ genre : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining

⟶ rating : 18+

⟶ warnings : heavy angst, infidelity au, husband!jk, mentions of divorce, jk being a dumbass, lots of crying & heartbreak.

⟶ current wc ; 46.7k [ updating ]

⟶ cross-posted ; AO3 ᝢ wattpad

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CHAPTER INDEX ✧₊˚·

➳ #01: once upon a heartbreak [ 8.2k ]

Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

➳ #02: (un)pleasant surprises [ 8.6k ]

You see him again, and this time it comes with some very unpleasant surprises and more lies coming to the surface….

➳ #03: starry nights and ugly fights [ 7.5k ]

You see him again, and someone else comforts you through the pain…

➳ #04: crystals everywhere [ 8.9k ]

You can’t help but feel as if the universe hates your guts….

➳ #05: fake it till you make it [ 13.5k ]

Whenever you think you’re starting to heal and move on, the universe kicks you on the gut, making you go back to where you started.

➳ #06: more than a traitor

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— d r a b b l e s :

soon…..

ᝰ as we were tag  [ asks, updates, etc…. ]

Dichotomy

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the Bound series with @underthejoon 

Creative Content Contributor: @m00nk1ld FOR THIS FREAKING AMAZING MOODBOARD. I actually yelled out loud, the first time I laid eyes. 

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex, road head, denied orgasm, dirty talk, hate sex) 

Word Count: 14,566

Summary:  You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it  – between love and hate? (Arranged Marriage!AU)

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as it was | jjk

pairings » husband jungkook x wife reader

genre » established relationship, marriage au, angst, fluff

summary » you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

warnings » mentions of cheating, swearing, jungkook is a bit rude, arguing, kissing, planning for baby talk, sweet jungkook as well :)

word count » 2.5k

a/n » the italics part is a flashback

You were sitting on the couch, folding clothes from the fresh batch of laundry you’d just completed while waiting for your husband to come home from work.

He promised you that he will come early today but as usual, it’s almost 12 am and he's still not here. He’d usually be home by at least 7 or 8 but for the past 4 months, he’s coming home right before midnight or way past it.

You understand that the reason being is due to working on a important project he’s been busy with but you were worried about his health. You’ve already sent him plenty of texts to which he had left on seen. Hearing the keys jiggle and door open, you stand up and turn towards your tired husband who just walks in.

You want to go hug and kiss him but he's been pushing you away a lot lately, resulting to the two of you starting constant arguments. You’re already tired so instead of saying anything, you just go into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. You don’t want to start another useless argument.

Your husband immediately takes the glass of water and chugges it down before heaving a sigh and giving it back to you. You come back to see him sitting in the same position on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if he’s okay.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You ask, sitting beside him.

“Hmm,” he hums.

“Did you have dinner?” You softly ask.

“Yea,” he responds, making you sigh.

When was the last time you two had a proper conversation? You were worried about him but his behaviour was really pissing you off. This isn’t the first time, he’s been doing this very often and you don’t want to doubt him because you know he would never but you sometimes think he might be cheating on you. It’s been on your mind for a while and you really want to ask him but you’re scared.

“What?” He hisses.

“Huh?” You flinch since you kinda zone out.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He bursts out, clearly showing how annoyed he is by it. You don’t even realize when or how you zone out while staring at him.

“Can I not stare at my husband who came home from work after hours and broke his promise to come early?” You smile and hear him let out a sigh.

“I was fucking working Y/N. Sorry for not having time to come early so I could sit around and watch stupid movies with you,” he shouts, leaving the sofa and making his way to your shared bedroom. His words had pierced straight through your heart making it ache.

You quietly continue to fold the leftover clothes while being on the verge of tears. Never in the past 10 years of knowing him and 7 years since the two of you have been together has he ever said such hurtful words in such a rude tone to you.

You met Jungkook at your graduation party as he came to support his sister who was also graduating and happened to be your best friend. 3 years prior meeting Jungkook, you met his sister Jeon Haeun. You transferred from a different school at the time and became really good friends with her since.

You never saw Jungkook around when you’d go visit her house as he was a year older studying in a different school. He would either be at his swimming classes, basketball games, working out in the gym or hanging out with his friends. At least that’s what Haeun and your now mother-in-law would say.

You and your parents had just arrived in the auditorium where the graduation ceremony would be held.

“Y/N here!” You hear Haeun yell, waving her hands towards you.

Immediately smiling and waving back, you start to walk towards her as your parents follow you from behind. Hauen was wearing a hot red dress while you were wearing a black dress which fell right above your knees.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous!” She exclaims, hugging you carefully, making sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. You lightly chuckle and pull out from the hug.

“Shut up look at you, I told you the red one would look better.” You reply, eyeing her from head to toe.

“It does! Thank god I listened to you.” She says making you shake your head. You then avert your eyes to see a handsome man standing by the side along with Haeun’s parents. You do a double take and already catch him staring at you.

“Y/N, this is my brother Jungkook.” She introduces, noticing how the two of you had already started staring at each other. You saw a couple pictures of him at her house but he looked even better in person.

“I hear a lot about you at the dinner table, it’s nice finally meeting you Y/N,” he says, showing a bunny smile as he extends his hand towards you.

“Is that so?” You ask, looking towards Haeun who just grins back at you.

“Nice to meet you too Jungkook,” you reply, accepting his handshake.

You sigh remembering the smile and aura he had around him that day which made you fall for him. Ever since the graduation, you’d see him around the house whenever you’d go visit Haeun. He’d occasionally talk to you and even took both you and Haeun to the amusement park 2 years after you had met. The two of you got closer from that day and he finally asked you out a year later.

Jungkook was a really nice guy with such a cute and bright smile. You wondered what happened in the past 4 months for him to not show you that side of his anymore. You know It’s not the same as it was.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you frown wondering who’d come by at practically midnight. You walk over to the door, eyeing who it was from the door hole and see Sooah patiently waiting.

You open the door and she instantly smiles at you.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon.” She greets, respectfully bowing down.

“Hi Sooah what brings you here at this time?” You kindly ask.

“I’m sorry for dropping by so late but I needed to give this to Mr. Jeon,” she says holding up a gift bag making you want to frown and bombard her with many questions. However, you just stay calm and decide to take it.

“Oh alright, i’ll give it to him.” You give her a tight smile as she hands you the bag.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeon, have a great night and weekend.” She bows again.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply and with that she left.

Once you close the door you eye the gift bag and peak inside only to spot two blue files and his shirt.

Did he—? you gulp feeling hurt and betrayed. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his behaviour for the past few months was making you very much convinced.

You stomp your way to your shared bedroom only to catch sight of Jungkook drying his wet hair after coming out of the shower.

“I’m so fucking done with you!” You yell, throwing the shirt at him.

“Wha-“

“How could you!” You shout out.

“Y/N don’t start now,” he says rolling his eyes turning to face the other way.

“Shut the fuck up im not starting anything how could you cheat on me!” You yell, finally letting the tears you’ve been holding fall.

“What the hell are you saying!” He yells back turning to face you again. When he does, you could see the anger in his eyes and face turning soft once noticing your tears.

“Y/N I—“ he begins in a softer tone, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking lie or touch me.” You say taking a step back.

“I’m not lying,” he retorts.

“Really? Then explain why the fuck you’ve been coming home so late? The company closes by midnight by max so I don’t fucking see a reason why you’d show up at 2am sometimes let alone have your secretary stop by at midnight to hand me your fucking shirt. Why was it with her huh? Don’t you dare deny by saying it’s not yours, I fucking bought that one for you,” you rant, tears streaming down your face which only display the anger and pain you are feeling.

Jungkook quietly listens to your rant before heaving a sigh and finally speaking up.

“Are you done now?” He asks you calmly. You were in no mood for this.

“Yes I’m so done with you Jeon Jungk—“ you feel his soft lips on you. You stand there frozen for a few seconds wanting to kiss him back knowing you haven’t felt his lips since the last 4 months. Not until you remember the current situation and try to push him away. You’re not sure what you expected per say, but your attempt is proven unsuccessful as it only results in him taking you by your waist and pulling you closer until you're smug in his arms.

When he pulls out you slap his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“Are you laughing? This is not funny Jeon,” you sternly say, surprised at how normal he’s acting. You haven’t seen him laugh in what feels like ages.

“Baby, just listen to me okay,” he says cupping your face and wiping your tears.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing your eyes on him, signaling for him to go on.

“I did not cheat on you. I’m not going to deny anything because yes that is in fact my shirt that you bought for me. I gave it to Sooah because she accidentally spilled tea on herself and you know I have spare shirts in my office. We were running late for a meeting so I just grabbed whatever shirt I found and gave it. I swear I had no other intentions. I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that hm? I love you so much,” he assures, pecking your forehead.

After whatever he said, you completely break down and start sobbing with your head buried in his well built chest. You’re very overwhelmed right now, especially by his last 5 words which he hasn’t uttered to you lately. You slowly wrap your arms around him as he carefully caresses the back of your head tangling his hand into your hair.

“Shh, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I know I've been such a dick to you lately and I don't even know where to start. I’m sure you hate me now but believe me when I say I didn’t mean any single shit I spat out to you these past months. I know I crossed my limits today and I deeply apologize for it, I’m so fucking sorry. This project is really important for the company and means a lot to my dad so I’ve been really stressed as it needs to be done efficiently and is a long procedure.” He declares as you pull out from his embrace.

“That doesn’t explain your behaviour towards me,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I started talking less to you because I didn’t want to lash out all my frustrations on you. However, you kept asking me questions and it was adding to my headache so I said whatever the hell came in my head. I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I know you were only worried and caring for me. We’re going to be done by Wednesday so I was planning to make it up to you by taking you out on Thursday and surprising you with something,” he explains, making you frown and pursue your lips together.

“Well sorry for worrying too much about my husband's health, and what do you mean by ‘surprising you with something?” You question him.

“I guess I'll just tell you now so that you’ll talk to me, yea?” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously. A habit of his which you found very endearing.

“You were the one not talking to me,” you mumble looking away. You know he heard you.

Turning back to face him, you raise your eyebrows motioning him to go on. You watch him head over to his bedside table before he pulls the drawer taking something out. Jungkook rushes back to you and hands you a small envelope.

“What is this?” You query, looking confused.

“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself,” he says, going behind you to wrap his arms around your waist in order to give you a back hug. His face nuzzled in your neck.

You ignore him and carefully tear open the envelope finding two tickets to—

“Oh my god what!!” You exclaim, widening your eyes.

You immediately turn around and jump onto Jungkook wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso. You didn’t care about anything else except the fact that your husband was going to make it up to you by taking you on a trip to the one place you wanted to visit all your life.

Greece.

“I love you so much!” You beam, giving him a quick kiss followed by a bunch of pecks all over his face. That leads you to earn a hearty chuckle from your husband.

“I’m truly sorry for treating you badly lately. I regret it so much I swear. I can’t see you cry, I felt like shit knowing I was the cause of those tears on your beautiful face. Will you forgive me?” He says in a shaky voice and you immediately realize that he is on the verge of crying.

You get off him and grab his hand settling the two of you on the bed. You make sure he uses the headboard as support while you face him and sit on his lap.

“Hey don’t worry, it’s okay, we’re okay now. I was really hurt and scared by your behaviour but at the end I love you okay. Let’s forget it and plan for the trip.” You happily beam, interlocking both your hands with his as you know it comforts him.

“I love you more. Also, I think, the trip to Greece isn’t enough to make up for the shit I caused. Tell me how to make it up to you?” He asks, lightly soothing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do you really want to know?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Yes,” he eagerly responds.

“Well then, I want a baby,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait— you what!” He shrieks, looking surprised.

“I want your baby,” you whisper in his ears making him smile.

“I was actually planning to have this conversation with you on the trip. I think it’s time we have a little me or you running around the house,” he asserts, connecting his forehead to yours.

“I think so too.” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly accepts and kisses you back passionately.

You have a feeling things will be back to normal again. You know it’ll be the same as it once was.

as we were, ch.7 — JJK [m]

as we were | jeon jungkook x reader — series masterpost ! ˚₊✩

⟶ GENRE : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining

⟶ RATING : 18+

⟶ WC : 11.3k

⟶ SUMMARY : You’re finally taking your first step to move on from Jungkook, and that leads to things you never expected to happen.

⟶ WARNINGS : taehyung and mirae’s past :(, yoongi being so cute, jungkook’s feelings, talks of divorce, emotional therapy session (literally), i’m not a therapist but i tried, this one messed with my emotions, discussions of self-hatred and struggles with self-worth, heavy alcohol consumption, drunk driving.

⟶ NOTE : we’re reaching the end of as we were!! I’m thinking we will have 10 chapters :( i’m very sad lol, but aww wasn’t even supposed to a series in the first place, it was supposed to be a one-shot LOL, but i guess i got lost in the storyline…oops…..it may go on for more, but i truly feel that everything is already reaching its end <3 oh, and please bare in mind that not everything is as it seems in this fic hehe….

I also cried in this one, as always, but this one really messed with me, idk it may just be my emotional self lol….this is a very emotional chapter, in a good and bad way, and you will see why…. but i hope you guys like this one <3 this chapter was not supposed to go like this, it wasn’t supposed to be this painful but oh well lol….hope u guys are prepared hehe

I also recommend you listening to sad songs towards the end of the chapter if you want to feel even worse and cry like a baby….you’ll se why :p

⟶ MUSIC : emails i can’t send and decode by sabrina carpenter

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