Jin ah pov:

A few days had passed since the incident, and I had managed to avoid Taehyung as much as possible. But today, he showed up at my door with an expression that left no room for argument. Despite my protests, I found myself in the passenger seat of his sleek black car, driving through the city.

"Where are we going?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time, my voice edged with frustration.

"You'll see," Taehyung replied, his tone maddeningly cryptic.

I glanced at his bandaged hand gripping the steering wheel. "How's your hand? You know, the one you got shot in because you couldn't listen to reason."

"It's fine. Just a scratch," he said nonchalantly.

"A scratch?" I echoed, incredulous. "A gunshot wound is a scratch to you?"

"Compared to the trouble I get into, yeah," he replied with a smirk.

I shook my head, exasperated. "You're impossible."

He laughed, the sound both irritating and oddly comforting. We drove in silence for a while, the cityscape gradually giving way to more upscale neighborhoods. My curiosity battled with my annoyance, making the silence feel even heavier.

Finally, we pulled up in front of a lavish boutique. Taehyung got out and came around to open my door, offering his hand. I hesitated but took it, more out of confusion than anything else.

Inside, the boutique was a vision of elegance and luxury, with rows of stunning wedding gowns displayed on mannequins. My eyes widened in realization.

"Taehyung, what is this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He turned to me, his expression surprisingly soft. "I want you to choose your wedding gown, Jin Ah."

I blinked, taken aback. "But... we never talked about this. We made a deal, remember?"

His eyes darkened slightly, his voice taking on a dominant edge. "I remember. I promised to pay your mother's hospital bills if you agreed to marry me."

I swallowed hard, the weight of our agreement pressing down on me. I had signed that deal in desperation, knowing my mother's life depended on it. Taehyung had held all the cards, and I had no choice but to play along.

"But why this?" I gestured to the rows of wedding gowns.

"Because I want to celebrate our marriage with you, to create the happiest moments," he said, stepping closer.

I scoffed, unable to hide my bitterness. "Happiest for you! And the worst for me."

Taehyung's expression softened for a moment, then hardened. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You will pick a gown, Jin Ah. This isn't up for debate."

I stared at him, speechless. His obsession, his possessiveness-it was overwhelming. I felt trapped, cornered by his intensity.

"Why do you care so much?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I'm crazily obsessed with you," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. "You belong to me, Jin Ah. And I will make sure you understand that."

I took a step back, shaking my head. "You can't just... decide things like this for me."

His eyes bore into mine, his voice commanding. "I can and I will. Pick a gown you love. You're marrying me, and this is where we start."

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I looked around the boutique, at the beautiful gowns and the opulent surroundings, and then back at him. There was a part of me that wanted to run, to escape this complicated, intense man. But another part of me, a part I tried to ignore, was drawn to him, to the possibility of something more.

With a deep breath, I turned and walked further into the boutique, my heart a whirlwind of emotions. Taehyung followed a few steps behind, never letting me out of his sight.

As I examined the exquisite gowns, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us to build something beautiful together, despite all the obstacles we faced. And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to give it a try.

As I stepped into the lavish boutique, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding me. Rows of stunning wedding gowns adorned the mannequins, each more breathtaking than the last. My eyes widened in realization.

Taehyung stood beside me, his gaze intense and unwavering. He pointed to a gown displayed on a nearby mannequin. It was an elegant piece, a vision of white lace and delicate embroidery. The bodice was fitted, with intricate floral patterns cascading down the length of the gown. The skirt was full, made of layers of tulle that flowed like a dream.

"Try this one," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated, but the intensity in his gaze compelled me to comply. A young woman, a boutique assistant, stepped forward with a warm smile.

"Hello, I'm Soo Min. I'll help you with the gown," she said gently.

Soo Min led me to a fitting room, and I slipped out of my clothes, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. She helped me into the gown, her skilled hands working swiftly to adjust the delicate fabric. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I hardly recognized the reflection staring back at me.

The gown was stunning. The lace bodice hugged my figure perfectly, and the full skirt gave it a fairytale-like quality. I turned to see the back, where buttons ran down the length of the gown, adding an extra touch of elegance.

Soo Min smiled approvingly. "You look beautiful, Miss Jin Ah."

I stepped out of the fitting room, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Taehyung was waiting, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. He walked over, his gaze intense as he took in the sight of me in the gown.

"It's perfect," he said softly, but his voice carried the weight of a command.

I looked at him, unsure of how to respond. The gown was beautiful, and a part of me felt a flicker of excitement. But another part of me was still wary, still hesitant to let myself be drawn into his world.

"No, it's not," he suddenly said, his voice dismissive. "It's not right."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taken aback.

"It's not... you. Try another one," he ordered, gesturing for Soo Min to bring another gown.

After a few more tries, each gown more elaborate than the last, Taehyung's dissatisfaction grew. He frowned, clearly frustrated that none of the gowns met his standards.

"How about this one?" I suggested, pointing to a simple yet elegant gown with a sweetheart neckline and minimal embellishments. It was understated, but something about it caught my eye.

Taehyung shook his head. "Nope, you won't look good in that."

I felt a surge of defiance. "Let me give it a try."

Without waiting for his response, I took the gown and went back to the fitting room. Soo Min helped me into it, and I took a deep breath before stepping out.

As I emerged, I saw Taehyung's eyes widen slightly. The simple gown fit me perfectly, accentuating my figure without overwhelming it with unnecessary details. I felt a sense of quiet confidence in it.

He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

Taehyung pov:

As Jin Ah stepped into the lavish boutique, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This place was perfect, filled with rows of exquisite wedding gowns, each one a testament to opulence and beauty. I pointed to a gown displayed on a nearby mannequin-a vision of white lace and delicate embroidery.

"Try this one," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.

She hesitated, but I could see the resolve in her eyes as she nodded. Soo Min, the boutique assistant, led her to a fitting room. I waited impatiently, my eyes fixed on the door.

When she finally emerged, the gown hugged her figure perfectly, the lace bodice accentuating her curves and the full skirt giving her an ethereal look. But something felt off.

"It's perfect," I said out of habit, but my mind was already racing. It wasn't quite right.

"No, it's not," I corrected, dismissing my previous statement. "It's not you. Try another one."

We repeated this process several times. Each gown was beautiful, but none seemed to capture the essence of Jin Ah. My frustration grew with each failed attempt.

"How about this one?" she suggested, pointing to a simple gown with a sweetheart neckline and minimal embellishments.

I frowned. "Nope, you won't look good in that."

She looked defiant. "Let me give it a try."

I watched as she took the gown and disappeared back into the fitting room. I didn't have high hopes. The gown was too plain, too simple for someone as captivating as Jin Ah.

When she stepped out, I was stunned. The simple gown fit her perfectly, accentuating her natural beauty without overwhelming it. The sweetheart neckline highlighted her collarbones, and the minimal embellishments allowed her elegance to shine through. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to sparkle more than usual.

S

he looked... breathtaking.

"You look... beautiful," I admitted, almost reluctantly, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

She met my gaze, a mix of emotions playing across her face. "See? Sometimes, simplicity is best."

I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. "Perhaps you're right."

In that moment, I saw a different side of her-a quiet confidence that I hadn't fully appreciated before. And for a brief moment, I wondered if there was more to her than I had ever realized.

I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You surprise me, Jin Ah."

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that a good thing?"

I smirked, my usual confidence returning. "Very much so."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips. I felt a flicker of something unfamiliar, a warmth I hadn't expected.

"Let's make this wedding something neither of us will ever forget," I said, my voice softening.

She looked at me, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in her eyes. "As long as it's not just about what you want, Taehyung."

I chuckled, genuinely amused. "You're not easy to impress, are you?"

She shook her head. "Not when it comes to you."

I leaned in, my voice low and intense. "Challenge accepted."

For the first time, I saw a tiny crack in her guarded demeanor, a glimpse of the woman behind the defiance. And for a brief moment, I wondered if there was more to our story than I had ever imagined.

As Jin Ah stepped back into the fitting room to change, an overwhelming urge compelled me to follow her. She had surprised me, her quiet confidence and undeniable beauty in that simple gown catching me off guard. I needed to see more of her, understand her more deeply.

I slipped into the fitting room behind her, watching as she began unbuttoning the gown, her movements graceful and deliberate. She hadn't noticed me at first, lost in her own thoughts. But when she turned around and saw me standing there, her eyes widened in shock.

As Jin Ah stood before me, her eyes wide with surprise, I couldn't resist the urge any longer. The tension between us crackled in the air, begging to be released. With a swift movement, I closed the distance between us, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

At first, she stiffened in shock, but then she melted into me, her hands finding their way to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, as if we were both trying to convey something that words couldn't express.

Her lips were soft against mine, her breath warm and inviting. I felt a surge of desire coursing through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long.

With one hand still cradling her face, I slid the other around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. She responded eagerly, her body pressing against mine, fitting perfectly into the curve of my embrace.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, the world outside the fitting room fading into oblivion. There was only Jin Ah and me, caught in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, I couldn't help but smile at the dazed look in her eyes. She blinked, as if trying to process what had just happened, and I couldn't resist teasing her.

"Well, that was unexpected," I remarked, my voice laced with amusement.

She flushed even deeper, her cheeks tinged with pink. "You... you kissed me."

I chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "Guilty as charged."

She shook her head, still trying to regain her composure. "I... I should go."

But before she could move, I pulled her back into my arms, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one softer and more tender than before. She melted against me, her hands threading through my hair, pulling me closer.

For a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other's embrace. And as we stood there, locked in our own private world, I knew that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

With Jin Ah in my arms, I felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as long as she was by my side, I knew that nothing could ever tear us apart.

For a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other's embrace.

Her breath hitched as my lips moved from her mouth to her neck, trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling under my touch. The sound ignited something primal within me, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I lifted her slightly, guiding her to sit on the small bench in the fitting room. I hovered over her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. She looked up at me with a mix of desire and defiance, and I felt my resolve weaken."I hate you," she whispered, her voice shaky.

I smirked, leaning in to whisper against her ear, "Keep telling yourself that."She shivered at my words, her hands gripping my shirt tighter. I kissed her again, more passionately this time, my hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve and dip.

She responded with equal fervor, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me closer.In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fitting room, not the gowns, not even the fact that we were supposed to be picking out her wedding dress. All that existed was the undeniable connection between us, the magnetic pull that drew us together despite everything.

When we finally pulled away, both of us breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against hers. "You can't escape me, Jin Ah."

She closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

I wiped the tear away with my thumb, my heart clenching at the sight of her vulnerability. "You're mine, Jin Ah. And I won't let anyone take you away from me."She didn't respond, but the way she leaned into my touch told me everything I needed to know.

For now, this was enough. We had crossed a line, and there was no going back. And I was more than ready to face whatever came next, as long as she was by my side.

(🔞mature content ahead skip if you are uncomfortable)
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With a sense of urgency, I pushed the wedding gown back up her legs, revealing her smooth, honey skin. My fingers traced a path up her thighs, caressing her skin reverently. I could feel her breath quicken with every touch, her desire palpable as she responded to my every touch.

As my fingers continued their explorations, tracing patterns on her inner thighs, I noticed an unmistakable tension building within her. Her head lolled back, and a soft moan left her lips, her body arching
towards me, as if begging for more. With each caress, her breathing grew more ragged, a clear indication of her rising desire.

With a growing sense of anticipation, I reached the edge of her panties, feeling the heat emanating from her core. A low groan escaped my lips as I brushed my fingers over the soft fabric, feeling her arousal and her need for me. Her breath hitched at my touch, the sound fueling the fire within me.

As my fingers danced around her core, I leaned in closer, my lips grazing her ear. "You can't deny it, my love the way your body responds to my touch," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. "You know you want me as much as I want you."

She gasped at my words, her body tensing and relaxing under my touch. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and her eyes closed as she succumbed to the pleasure. Still, I could sense her hesitation, her internal struggle.

"Let me show you how good it can be between us," I whispered, my fingers slipping beneath the lace of her panties. Her breath caught in her throat, and she moaned softly as I brushed against her delicate folds. She squirmed slightly, her body betraying her desire, even as her mind resisted.

Her body responded eagerly to my touch, her hips lifting towards my hand as I teased her with soft, gentle touches. Every moan and gasp that fell from her lips fueled my desire further, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste her, to claim her fully. I withdrew my hand from her, instead placing a trail of soft kisses down her stomach, heading towards the sweet spot between her thighs.

I knelt before her, positioning myself between her spread thighs. My hands continued to caress her skin, feeling her quiver under my touch. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting. Her expression was a mix of desire and apprehension. I leaned in, running my tongue over the lace of her panties, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. She gasped, her body arching towards me again, her hands desperately clutching at the bench as she tried to steady her breathing.

My tongue traced a path along her inner thighs, savoring her taste and the way her body responded to my touch. I could feel her tension growing, her breathing becoming more labored with each passing moment. I knew she wanted to give in, to surrender to the pleasure I was offering. But there was still a hint of resistance, a part of her holding back. I decided to increase the pressure, my movements becoming more urgent as I sought to push her over the edge.

"You're so beautiful like this, flushed and panting," I murmured as my tongue continued to explore her. She whimpered at my words, her body shuddering involuntarily under the caress of my lips. "I want to make you mine, Jin ah. To ravish you until there's nothing left of your resistance." I kissed her again, my fingers joining in the foray, gently stroking her sensitive bundle of nerves.

I intensified my efforts, my fingers and tongue working in harmony to push her over the edge. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and twisting as she reached her climax. I watched in awe as her breath came in labored pants, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Slowly, I withdrew, leaving butterfly kisses over her body as she slowly came down from her high. I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction, knowing that I was the one who had brought her to such heights of pleasure.

As Jinah's breathing slowly returned to normal, I hovered over her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and her eyes fluttered open to meet mine.

Without a word, I brushed her hair away from her face and leaned in to kiss her gently. It was a tender moment, a silent acknowledgement of what had just happened between us.

As our lips met, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in that moment. Our mouths moved slowly against each other, exploring the contours of each other's lips. I could taste the remnants of her pleasure, and it only served to ignite my own desire further. I deepened the kiss, my tongue tasting hers, and let out a low groan as she responded eagerly. The heat between us was undeniable, and it took all my strength to pull back.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss, pulling away to gaze at her properly. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breathing shallow, and her lips slightly swollen. I couldn't help but smile at the sight, my heart swelling with a mix of affection and desire. I gently rested my forehead against hers, savoring the closeness. "You're even more beautiful like this," I whispered, my voice filled with admiration. "No matter what happens, I won't let you go."
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