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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: KIM SEOKJIN
A𝐆𝐄: 27 YEARS OLD
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: BUSINESSMAN

❝He's my girlfriend's brother, but now I'm married to him❞

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: KIM NAMJOON
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 25 YEARS OLD
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: WRITER

❝ He's my sister's boyfriend, but now he's my husband❞

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: KIM HYUNA
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 26 YEARS OLD 
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: MODEL

❝I really love him, but I love myself more❞

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: KIM HYOJONG / DAWN
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 25 YEARS OLD 
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: MODEL

❝She's my life and I'll do anything for her❞

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"Hyuna is not in the room!!"

A garish screaming echoed in the corridor as the family members scurried away to find her. Everyone was apprehensive as the wedding ceremony shall start at any minute.

"Where is she??" Mrs. Kim looks devastated.  She can barely walk out of distress.

"Maybe noona at the restroom eomma..."

Mrs. Kim looks at her youngest son, Kim Namjoon in anguish. The gripped on her shoulder feels so tight and soothing at the same time. Both were waiting for the news of Hyuna whereabouts in the waiting room. Totally baffled at what is happening right now.

Where's Hyuna? Namjoon didn't understand the reason why his sister is suddenly missing on her wedding day. In fact, he never comprehends what's Hyuna been thinking all this while.

She's kind of  -

Complicated.

It's harrowing to see the empty room when Mrs. Kim was there to call her daughter for the wedding march. There's no sign of Hyuna at all. She even left her wedding veil on the chair. Her mother instinct immediately risen up. But she didn't want to be pessimistic about this. Not until they can find where is Hyuna right now.

"Don't worry eomma. Noona will never bring any shame to our family..." coaxed Namjoon as his mother obviously being in distress.

"I hope so," she trailed off a little bit and stares at her shaking hands.

"I hope so Joon-ah..."  She prayed.

An hour later.

"If she decides to dump her own groom on our wedding day, then I will not condone this kind of humiliation. I have a reputation to take care of. Lots of people are coming today for my wedding. The media too. I will never cancel this wedding!"

Everyone eyes on Kim Seokjin, Hyuna's boyfriend - future husband. He looks so serious while his eyes hovering on each member of Kim's family in front of him right now. Two hours of searching that left them with no Hyuna, Seokjin totally lost his patient for the first time that day.

Seokjin's going berserk thinking how his bride was gone without a trace. He couldn't believe himself after all the efforts and money he had to spend for Kim Hyuna, she had the gut to ditch him on the altar. She had caused him an alternate humiliation in front of his guests.

"I'm sorry Seokjin-ssi. We should be watching her. We know how she always changes her mind but I never thought she was able to do this to all of us!" refute Mr. Kim, evidently in guilt and shame for his daughter ruthless act.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Mrs. Kim while weeping silently.

Seokjin clicked his tongue in irritation. He stroked his hair to the back, feeling the resentment and wrath within him  that Hyuna had betrayed him today.

Seokjin eyes then fixated over Namjoon that sits beside Mrs. Kim - looking gloomy and sullen. Obviously affected by his sister's thoughtless action.

"Let's proceed with the wedding..." Seokjin finally concludes.  His voice is solemn and his expression is stoic.

Everyone was taken aback at the decision, looking at each other with furrowed brows - confused.

"B-but - but how Seokjin-ssi?" asked Mr. Kim  confusedly.

Seokjin took a breather, released a deep breath before he speaks bluntly. "Namjoon will be the replacement bride!"

"What???"

Namjoon looks at Seokjin with mouth agape and his eyes blinking rapidly as he couldn't  believe  himself. As he barely listens to a few murmurs in the waiting room by everyone, Namjoon's heart almost jumped out from his ribcage when his hazelnut eyes meet with Seokjin's.

"Wha - what?" that's the only thing Namjoon can say at this crucial moment.  He was at a word lost. Seokjin's words sounded cartoonish and absurd.

Me? Is he insane??

Seokjin glared at Namjoon when the younger remained silent as he's still in shock. Seokjin approached the male and he notices how the male flinched in fear.

Seokjin grits his teeth in anger and pointed his finger on Namjoon's face with animosity.

"Yes, you Kim Namjoon-ssi. You are going to marry me. This is the price you should pay for your sister's betrayal!"

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𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌...
(𝟑 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈)

What is mine?

Nothing.

What is yours?

What is mine.

Basically, he has nothing to call as his own. He can’t have anything without being taken away. He couldn’t grasp on a thing without being snatched away from his grip. There’s really nothing to call as his. And he was being used to such occurrences.

To say that he is not loved is an understatement. Which means, he just not the favorite. Everything looks so perfect from the outside but no one knows how much he was broken. How? Because he never shows one.

What is justice? What is fair treatment? He didn’t know. Because he never gets one. He always becomes the second choice. He only gets to choose what is been leftover. He can only have it if she hates it.

She will get whatever she wants. No one can ever dissuade her from doing so. To say that she had been spoiled too much – not an understatement. Because she was. She has everything she wants without fail.

She sounded like a brat. Which is true. Why? Because if she didn’t get what she wants for, she will make the matter worst. A tantrum, rebellious act or even threatened to harm herself. And her parents will eventually grant everything. It’s so easy for her. But become so hard for him.

He. Kim Namjoon.

She. Kim Hyuna.

They were siblings – with different personalities. Despite being the youngest in the family, Namjoon was never be treated as one. His parent's compassion and loves are for his older sister only. They'd given so much to her until there's nothing left for him.

Weird right? How could a parent be so unfair towards their own child?

Maybe because Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim have been longing for a child for quite a long. They were married for five years when she finally got pregnant with his sister. They had tried everything to have a baby at their early stage of marriage but failed.

His mother had been pressured by her in-laws for failure to conceive. It is said that her mother in law was very skeptical that Mrs. Kim is infertile. That is why when Mrs. Kim gets pregnant, she really treasured Hyuna. She got all the love from her parents as well as the grandparent – because she is the first daughter in the family.

Namjoon was never giving any fuss when his mother favors Hyuna. He knew the history of the family and he was fine with it. At least, his father giving him a little more love than the mother. He just happy with that. At least someone loves him.

So when Hyuna gets all the best things – toys, clothes, accessories; Namjoon can never feel jealous.

Why should he?

They can’t even share any of it since they were from different genders.

He can't play with Barbie doll right?

He will have his own eventually. He believes that. But he was wrong. As much as his mother been paying attention to Hyuna's need, he never gets one. His mother always prepared everything for Hyuna – the best in terms of brand and qualities. She was treated like a princess.

For Namjoon, he needs to ask first before he can get anything – which sometimes never been fulfilled by his mother. He couldn’t be sad about it because he knew no one will try to coax him. So he used to devour everything and accept that he was never the favorite son of Kim’s.

His father?

Namjoon didn't even bother to ask because he knew how their family had been struggling with lots of expenses.

Weird isn’t it?

Not that he didn’t want to but he just tired of being ignored. So when he managed to get into the college, he was happy to stay in the dorm. He even worked at a nearby café around his college for extra money.

The reason was he didn’t want to concern his parents about his tuition fees – which they keep complaining when he got the letter offer. The expenses rise up since Hyuna also attended the same college. He accidentally heard the conversation that night, when his mother scolds his father for letting him go to the college - which they never afford to pay for the double tuition fees.

Mr. Kim not even a rich man but neither he was too poor. He had lived his life moderately with his own family – working as one of the executives at a large company in Seoul. He had been working there for almost twenty years and will soon be retired. Meanwhile, Mrs. Kim for all her life had been the housewife, never ever working her ass even for a day.

Namjoon understands his family's hardship. That is why he never asked something that his parents couldn’t afford to buy. He knew how hard his father had been working all day to support the well-being of the family. He never intended to be a brat, even if he is capable of doing so.

Having said that, the main reason always is his sister, Kim Hyuna. When his parents using lots of money and showering her buy fulfilling her princessly demand – Namjoon didn’t have any gut to troublesome his parent. No, he just can’t. He just needs to earn his own money to buy anything he needs. Or even giving his money to Mrs. Kim if she demands it – for Hyuna.

It is absurd to think that how much his parent was willing to give just to please Hyuna. Their undivided love towards the precious daughter really harrowing. When Hyuna decides on her own to drop out of the college, his parents said nothing to it. Hyuna, being a stubborn and high ambitious said that she wants to be a model and college is refraining her from doing so.

What a weird excuse!

Mrs. Kim said nothing to such a reckless decision. In fact, she had given her full support for Hyuna to chase her own dream. Mr. Kim, despite being disappointed at the immature action of his daughter had chosen to say nothing. Not that he had supported the action like his wife but he's tired to argue with the two women.

No man can ever win an argument with a woman!

Meanwhile, after graduating when Namjoon decides to be a writer, a novelist to be exact – his parents didn’t accept it with an open heart. Basically, his mother had been nagging to him that being a writer will not give you some cash – what she meant was a lot of cash. She expects for Namjoon to work at some large company with a higher pay since he had a degree in engineering.

The only one who had been the biggest supporter of Namjoon is Mr. Kim. He always knows how much Namjoon likes literature and how he always wants to be a writer. He only studied engineering for the sake of his mother, to please her greedy needs. He just didn’t want to let his mother down after Hyuna quits her study.

But he can't compare himself with Hyuna. Whatever he did everything seems wrong in the eyes of the mother. He was the black sheep of the family. His mother said that to him when he decides to become a writer. His decision to be a writer was never been accepted until he brings back with him the first paycheck – from the selling of his first novel. It’s worth the efforts and it's quite a lot. And it actually brings the smile to his mother’s face. For the first time.

And Hyuna?

She just being herself. Playing around, taking everything lightly and still striving to be the model. For a year she had gone back and forth to the modeling company, doing some small photoshoots and runaway – but still couldn’t make her own name to become famous.

Yet.

Which she believes she will become one and his mother had been accompanying her anywhere everywhere for her modeling show. Being her biggest supporters.

Sometimes Namjoon feels horrified to think of how Hyuna has been using their mother's love for her own pleasure. She knows that Mrs. Kim will do anything for her. She had taken advantage of it. Like today.

“So, I need that dress for my upcoming event…”

Namjoon squinted his eyes through his thick glasses towards his sister who had been pestering Mrs. Kim to buy her a very expensive dress. She needs it to attend some hi-tea event at a famous hotel this weekend.

Note, an extremely expensive dress by the infamous designer.

“It will be attended by lots of people. Famous and rich people. From there I can find an opportunity to flaunt myself as a good model…” she continues and her voice slightly whining.

“How is that really concerning me?” Namjoon asked in confusion. He was still curious as to why his mother had asked him to come home early for dinner today. And when Hyuna being suspiciously clingy to him, Namjoon furrowed his brows.

Hyuna sheepishly smiles while he glanced over at Mrs. Kim – as if waiting for her cue to talk to Namjoon. Which she did. Mrs. Kim nods at Hyuna and the precious daughter immediately holds Namjoon's hand.

“Well, I really like this one dress from Couturissimo and it looks really beautiful…”

Namjoon takes a sharp breath as his heart dropped to his stomach, knowing exactly what is Hyuna going to ask. “So, what do you want from me?” he asked, playing dumb.

Hyuna chided at his blunt response. “I want you to buy me the dress…”

Namjoon grits his teeth as he tries to keep himself calm. “Ho - how much is the price?”

“It’s only $490, approximately KRW550,000…”

Namjoon eyes widen and his mouth agape when he heard the ridiculous price. He looks at his sister that seems didn’t affect the number. Like it was only a few won that you can get at any time. Maybe it is cheap for some people, but for Namjoon it is really expensive. He just barely makes money and he needs to pay a lot of basic needs - for the house mostly.

“That's - that’s so expensive noona!” he refutes. He won’t buy cloth with that absurd price.

Hyuna pouted immediately at Namjoon's words. “Well, it’s a design from Micheal Cinco. Of course a little bit pricey but it doesn’t too expensive also…” she explained. More on to justify the high price of the floral dress.

“I - I don’t have money…” said Namjoon. And he can see how his mother's expression darken when he said that. Namjoon feels his throat dry out of sudden.

“Liar! Eomma said you just received your royalty for the book you've written. And it’s a lot! You can buy me that dress!” said Hyuna, now sulking as she crossed her arms to her tiny waist.

“But noona, that - that’s money is for…”

“Just buy her the dress Namjoon…”

Namjoon's breathe hitched at his mother’s deep tone. He averted his eyes to see Mrs. Kim that looking at him with her murderous stare. “Eomma, that dress is too expensive and the money I have not that much. I’m going to pay for…”

“Don’t be too cheapskate Namjoon. You know how important the event for Hyuna. It's for her career. Of course, we need to spend some money to make her outstanding among the crowds. You as her brother need to support her as much as you can. You have the money so why don’t you just buy her the dress?”

It hurts. It really does. Looking at how his mother's face while she stares at him – wrath and hatred. As much as he wants to say to himself that it is okay, his mother always like that – it still hurts. Why his mother always treat him like this? Why she can't love him just the way she loves Hyuna?

“But - but the money is for me…”

Hyuna groaned at her brother's refusal. “Come on, Joon. You earn a lot. Eomma said you have enough money to buy me that dress.”

Namjoon looks at Hyuna begrudgingly. Anger and frustration become one. He couldn't believe this is the reason why his mother wanted him to come home early. It's a cruel conspiracy.

How come it is so easy for her to say something like that?

He earned that money with his own effort. He had been writing for almost four months with so much stress and tension before his baby been published. And now after he had some profit out of his passion, Hyuna and his mother want to use it for their own pleasure?

“Just pay for the dress. Hyuna had made the pre-order. Transferred the money to her account now…”

Namjoon feels his heart been stabbed by a knife at the instruction. He looks at his mother bewildered that he couldn’t believe his mother had the nerve to treat him like he is some sort of machine that produced money easily.

“But eomma…”

“Do it now Namjoon. You can do the transaction online…”

Namjoon couldn’t hide his defeat while he retaliates his mother's gaze on him. Slowly he took out his phone, looking for an online banking icon that he had installed into his phone previously. Within a minute, he had transferred KRW550,000 to Hyuna's account.

Hyuna squeal in excitement when she received the notification. And Namjoon could see the beautiful smile his mother had etched on her old face while she stares at her happy daughter. And that look makes Namjoon’s heart clutched with anguish.

Namjoon didn’t wait for dinner because he was too mad to stay in the house any longer. In fact, his mother and Hyuna had ignored his presence after he had given the money. Which Namjoon had expected to be.

As always.

Namjoon sits in his car at the parking lot, holding on the steering tightly as he fights with his own emotion. The tears start to well up and Namjoon couldn’t help for feeling so sad right now. He feels so stupid. He feels like he had been ridiculed by his own family. He feels unloved. He feels he had been treated as an option.

What had he done for him being treated unfairly like this?

Namjoon flinched when his phone suddenly ringing. He looks at the screen and he sighed when Yoongi's name appeared on it.

“Hy-hyung…” his voice a little bit shaking as he tried to suppress his crack voice.

“Hey Joon. Just a friendly reminder. You know that we need to pay for the upfront payment tomorrow right?”

Namjoon took a deep and heavy breath. “About that hyung…”

Yoongi clicked his tongue when he can sense there's something wrong from his strained voice. “What is it?” he asked with a bitter tone.

“I - I didn't have enough money to…”

“What do you mean by that? You just got the cheque yesterday, Namjoon.” he retorts in surprise.

“Something's up, and - and I had used the money to…”

“Is this about Hyuna again?” cuts Yoongi. Anger is evidently shown in his voice. He didn't have to listen to Namjoon's story to know what's happened.

Namjoon bites his lips at Yoongi's comment. He couldn’t even deny it because Yoongi knows everything about his life. He just let out a sighed, verifying Yoongi's allegation. And he can hear the latter do the same.

“You should stop doing this, Namjoon. You can’t give them your money every time they asked for it. Come on, you also have your own needs. Don’t let them treated you like that, please…”

“Hyung…I…”

“I'll pay on your behalf and stay with me. Fullstop!” decides Yoongi.

“Hyung…” Namjoon voice strangled as he tries to hold up his tears. "I couldn't pay you for a while and - and -"

"Don't worry about the money, Joon. You can pay me at anytime. I just want you to get out from that fucking house a.s.a.p!" Yoongi retorts, venom leeching from his voice indicating his resentment at Namjoon's family for treating him like shit.

Namjoon's lips trembled and he lets his tears cascade down his chubby cheeks shamelessly. He exhaled a deep breath as he tried to control his shaken voice when he gives his answer to Yoongi.

"O - okay..."

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𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

Nervousness had taken a toll against him. Can’t blame him though. This is the first time he ever holds a ‘Meet Up with Author’ at the bookstore café. Of course, this is all Yoongi's idea. He wants Namjoon to get closer to his readers, who had bought his first published book ‘Reflection’. That’s why Yoongi had advised him to do the author's reading event. 

Despite the edginess that been inundating his entire body, Namjoon found out the bookstore interior designer is really captivating. It was a modern interior with a built-in café at the front corner so the customers will have leisure time while having their favorite drink and snack. It was a good idea and very refreshing. The whole bookstore was beautiful and vibrant. 

Namjoon just watched how the bookstore’s staff working themselves to set up the place for him to do the reading event. Namjoon feels anxious and shy to do so but Yoongi was very persistent in doing such activity. Being the publisher of his book, Namjoon couldn’t say no and took it as a clear instruction by Yoongi that he needs to adhere to. 

“Mr. Kim?” 

Namjoon trance was interrupted at the motherly voice and when he hoisted his head, he immediately smiles when he met with Mrs. Lee's beautiful smiling face. She’s the owner of the bookstore. 

“It will take some time to arrange the desk and the event will start in the next half an hour. So, you can look around the store in the meantime. We will serve you the chai latte later…Sorry for the inconvenience…” she speaks tenderly. 

“Ah, it’s okay Mrs. Lee. Actually, I’m the one that came so early and had caused trouble for you. Sorry…” said Namjoon as he quickly bows at the bookstore owner apologetically. 

Mrs. Lee was taken aback a little at Namjoon's action but feels content to heart that the young author is really polite and has a good manner. A quality that almost rarely exists among the authors she ever meets – either famous or not. 

Mrs. Lee dismissed herself when Namjoon said that he wants to have a look around the store. He was enthralled with the interior and he feels a sort of peace by looking at it. The paint, the shelves, the books, the tables and the smell of coffee – everything is placid and tranquil. Namjoon had fondly like this place and makes a mental note to himself that he will come again here.

To enjoy the coffee while reading my favorite book! 

Namjoon stands in front of the large and tall shelves, fascinated at all the book's collection. His slender finger trying to pick one, slowly moves on each book, reading the title before his eyes make a stop at one particular book. 

Namjoon was about to get the book before another large hand had beat over him. Namjoon quickly turns his head in frustration and he actually let out a small gasp when he saw the said person. 

He was tall even though not as tall as him. He had a broad shoulder and wearing the black suit that accentuates his body to the epitome of perfection. The plump pink lips look so intimidating and his dark brown hair that neatly combs to back, exposing his forehead. Namjoon’s heart is pounding at the sight. 

Isn’t that the most beautiful forehead he ever sees in his life? Ridiculous, right? 

“Ex – excuse me…” Namjoon almost wants to facepalm himself for stuttering in front of the incredulous handsome man. 

The man tilted his head towards Namjoon, and he frowned in confusion. “Yes?” 

Namjoon gulped before he clears his throat. “That’s – that book…” he pointed at the book now in the hand of the said man. 

The stranger then averted his eyes to the books, showing the front page of it to Namjoon – still frowning as he didn’t understand what is Namjoon trying to say. 

“I – I found that book first…” said Namjoon. And he discovered too late that it sounded really childish after he had uttered it. But there’s no use to regret it now. it’s already been said, and he just embarrassed himself in front of the attractive stranger. 

Well, here we go.

The said male let out a good laugh at Namjoon's word, making Namjoon deflate in embarrassment and wanted to bury himself somewhere in the pile of the books. His face now totally washes in red and he bites his lower lips unconsciously. 

“So, you are a fan of Haruki Murakami?” the male asked after his laughter died down. He notices the flushed cheek of the said make and decided not to tease him further. It’s adorable to see how his chubby cheeks turn into a rosy pink.  

Namjoon look at the male incredulously didn’t expect for him to ask the question. Nonetheless, Namjoon bobs his head as the answer. “One of my favorite authors. And Kafka On The Shore is a must reading – list if you are a fan…And I’ve been reading it for hundreds of times…” 

The male glanced over the cover of the book and smiles fondly. “I’m still new to his works and would like to read one of his books. Care to share with me about this one? Since you already read this…” 

Namjoon raised one of his brows at the odd request. Feeling discomfort at the easy-going attitude displayed by the stranger. “Wait, you want me to do a book reading to you?” he asked bewilderingly. 

“Umm, if that is what you call, then it’s a yes?” he said leisurely. A smile curved from his luscious lips. 

Namjoon snorts in irritation at the bizarre request. Despite his friendly personality, Namjoon couldn’t accept a stranger asking him to do a book review out of blue. He is not the librarian though. Even if he had memorized all the lines and paragraphs of the book, still he didn’t want to review it for a complete stranger. 

“Why should I?” Namjoon asked in annoyance evidently shows through his raspy voice. 

The said male was dumbfounded at the blunt response. “Aren’t you works here? It’s your responsibility to provide such service to the customer, right?” 

Namjoon mouth gaped at the remarks, now fully understand that the said male had mistakenly thought he is one of the bookstore staff. But wait! Do I look like I work here? Namjoon eyes hovering his own outfit of the day. He had been wearing a nice blue shirt and a black jean with a light brown long jacket on the outside. 

“Do I look I work here, Mister?” asked Namjoon with a restrain voice – obviously pissed off. 

The male then stares at Namjoon, more on checking him out before he let out a small ‘ah’. “Oh, I thought you are one of the staff. Sorry for my mistake since they usually wear a casual outfit rather than a uniform.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the statement. He was about to say something to retaliate but was interrupted when a staff came. 

“Mr. Kim?” 

“Yes/Yes!” 

Namjoon and Seokjin look at each other skeptically, a little bit surprised that they both had answered at the same time. 

“Ah, sorry! I mean Mr. Kim Seokjin…Your orders were here…” 

Namjoon raised his brows at the male in front of, now known as Kim Seokjin. Seokjin uttered a thank you towards the female staff and she leaves the two after realizing Seokjin still has unfinished business with Namjoon. 

“So, you're Kim too?” asked Seokjin. 

“As far as I am concern, yes I’m a Kim… Kim Namjoon…” 

Seokjin smiles at the cheekiness and shoved his hand for a handshake, which Namjoon had accepted it reluctantly. Still feel uncomfortable to be with the broad shoulder male. His aura was too intimidating, and his handsome face is quite a distraction. Namjoon's heart is beating too fast each time their eyes meet. 

“Well, since we already know each other, now can you give me your opinion about this book?” urged Seokjin once again, catching up where the conversation left before the staff interrupted. 

Namjoon squinted his eyes towards Seokjin with disbelieves. “Seriously? We barely knew each other, and you asked me to do a book reading to you? Even after I said I’m not one of the staff here. Isn’t that an absurd request Mr. Kim?” said Namjoon cynically. 

Seokjin laughs again, making it sounded really loud and weird with the screeching effect. But he seems didn’t feel embarrassed how nuisance his laughter though. Namjoon rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

“Don’t be too bitter, Mr. Kim. You said he is your favorite author and you’ve reads his books hundreds of times. So, I trust your judgment on this book. I just want to know the gist of it – well to know whether it is worth my time to read… I'm a busy man you know…” explained Seokjin after he notices Namjoon's tight face at his laugh. 

Namjoon clears his throat at the explanation, glancing over the male that looks really genuine with his words. Maybe, he can do this while waiting for his event. For killing the time. He was bored too. 

“O – okay…” he eventually agreed. 

“Okay? Really? You – you will do that for me?” asked Seokjin obviously surprised that Namjoon agreed to give his review for him. Eyes were narrowed down and his lips curving a wide smile. 

Namjoon couldn’t stay annoyed for any longer when he saw the beautiful smile plastered on the male's fine-looking face. He was still wondering though, how could a man look so beautiful and handsome at the same time? It seems that he had descended from heaven – like an angel. Namjoon knows he is exaggerating but that is how he felt about Kim Seokjin. 

“Well, I still have a few minutes and I can give you a quick review. Since you just start to read his book, I will make it easier for you…” said Namjoon. 

“Thank you, Namjoon. You’re really nice. I’m glad that you were able to do so for me…” 

Namjoon feels his face getting warm at the compliment, his cheek starts to smear with a pink hue. He fakes a cough, tilted his head to the side as he curses to himself for letting his guard down in front of Seokjin. He just prays that the said male didn’t notice his funny reaction. Didn’t want to embarrass himself further. 

Both of them taking the seat nearby the window glass, where they can see the stunning view of the small road and the greenery of the trees along with it. 

“Sorry to ask, but what makes you want to read this book?” Namjoon asked politely. 

Seokjin smiles at the question. “I’m not sure but I always attracted to something abstract. Arts, literature. And I kinda like the author's way of writing. It’s linguistic and full of satire that we need to brainstorm the meaning of each word…” 

Namjoon gnawed his lower lips, eyes dangled down to the book on the table as his heart continues to beat faster. The answer given by the male is fascinating since only a few people who really like Haruki Murakami’s books. To meet someone who shares the same interest makes his heart flutter, especially if that person is as handsome as Kim Seokjin. 

That’s why Namjoon has a good time giving his opinion about the book. And Seokjin had been paying attention to every word he said. Namjoon really appreciates that, knowing the male is not faking his interest. Nonetheless, he left out the most important part of the book because he didn’t want to give a spoiler to Seokjin. He needs to read it to find out the excitement of Kafka Of The Shore. 

“Kafka On The Shore can't be fully understood because the author draws from many metaphysical sources. That plane of thinking is never clearly defined. But, to get a better understanding of Kafka on The Shore you have to read two of his other books, Hard Boiled Wonderland, and The Wind-up Bird Chronicle…” 

Seokjin frowned at the suggestion. “Wait, you mean I need to read two more books just to understand this particular one?” he asked in shock. 

Namjoon giggled at his reaction and nod off his head. 

Seokjin smiles fondly when he heard the cute laugh, staring at Namjoon endearingly. “Well, I guess I have to then…” he conceded. 

Namjoon grinned at the spirit. “Yeah, not everyone likes his methods of writing. Sometimes it’s hard to understand his analogy but once you’ve read his book, you’ll want for more…” 

“Mr. Kim?” 

“Yes/Yes!” both answered at the same time again. Realizing the hilarious situation, both Namjoon and Seokjin laughed heartily. 

“Ah, I’m sorry. This time, it’s Kim Namjoon…” rectified Mrs. Lee as she can comprehend the confusing situation. “The table has been set and the fans already here…” she resumed. 

Namjoon nods his head and gets up from his chair. “Sorry, I have to go. I hope you enjoy yourself reading the book…” said Namjoon as he pointed at the book on the table. Namjoon left Seokjin and trailed behind Mrs. Lee to the event corner. 

Seokjin raised his brows as he had been left without a proper goodbye by Namjoon. He huffed in disappointment because he wanted to hear more explanation of the book from Namjoon. Seokjin takes the book and ready to leave the bookstore before he sees the banner at the front door. He reads in silence before his lips twitched into a meaningful smile. 

It takes one hour for Namjoon to attend the reading event. He had enjoyed himself to share with his small group of fans – sharing his thought about his first book. He’s glad that the fans, if he can call them like that, really like his book despite being a newbie in the field. Everyone looks so enthusiastic and Namjoon couldn’t be ecstatic more than this. 

Namjoon is genuinely grateful for everyone who attended the event, signing his book with a wide smile on his face, making his dimple become prominent. Even if his jaw is starting to feel numb as he smiles too much but Namjoon didn’t falter and greet each of them jovially as he gives his signature on the first page of his book. 

“Name?” asked Namjoon when one of his fans put the book in front of him without looking. It’s the last one and he couldn’t wait to go home afterward. 

“Kim, Kim Seokjin…” 

Namjoon gasped as he lifted his head to see Seokjin is standing in front of him with a goofy smile on his handsome face. “Seok – Seokjin-ssi?” he couldn’t believe that the male is still here and now had his book, asking for his signature. 

This is so embarrassing! How did he know about the event?

Namjoon just wants to hide himself under the table and wait until Seokjin leaves the bookstore. But it will look absurd and he doubts that Seokjin will ever go away until he talked to him. The irony! 

“I didn’t know that you yourself a writer?” Seokjin said. 

Namjoon can feel how his face becomes heated and he tried his best to hide his abashed reaction. He didn’t expect Seokjin to be here at all. Knowing that the said male had bought Reflection, Namjoon starts to become conscious about his own inadequacy.

It’s been haunting him all this while; before he agreed to publish his book. Yoongi had been very adamant that he is a talented writer and people will love his book. As much as he is not confident with himself, but he just couldn’t ignore that he always wanted to be a writer.

The opportunity given by Yoongi and his determination to show to his family of his capability had made him strives really hard while writing Reflection. He was nervous when it was released to the public two weeks ago.

Waiting for the public reaction is killing him. He didn’t know if the book will sell well and he didn’t know if people like his method of writing. When Yoongi came to the office that morning, bringing with him the sale report, Namjoon thought he’s going to have a heart attack. 

Much to his surprised, the book had a good review in a magazine. And for the first week, the sales were five thousand copies. Which means, everyone likes the book. Despite it’s been written in a metaphorical but not to heavy for the reader to understand the story line. Namjoon is happy with the outcome. 

But then, he’s still struggling with his anxiety and low self-esteem. He’s afraid of what people will say about him and his book. Of course, there are few people who said unpleasant things about Reflection but Yoongi said it is common for that to happen. We can’t expect everyone to like our writing. It’s enough if there are more people valuing our talent than a few haters. 

“Ah, I’m – I’m a new writer… and this – this is my first book. So – so it might be not – not as good as the others…” Namjoon answered, stammering in his speech. His bad habits when he’s extremely nervous. He hates to stutter in front of Seokjin right now, but he just can’t help himself from being anxious. 

Seokjin stares at the male, spotting his bashful expression and how his eyes quiver and avoiding his. His hand is a little bit shaking and Seokjin can tell that the male is nervous. 

“Well, I’ve been listening to the reading just now and I think you’re a good writer and had a promising career ahead…” he compliments sincerely. He has no intention to bluff or exaggerating. He genuinely thought Namjoon is a talented writer. 

Namjoon perked at the praise, gnawing his lips as he tried not to show his smile out of excitement. “Tha – thank you, Seokjin-ssi…” Namjoon then put down his signature on the book, writing Seokjin’s name and a few words to his new fan. He then pushed the book towards Seokjin. 

Seokjin grins as he takes the book. “Nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon-ssi and good luck…” he said politely. Namjoon just nods his head and staring at Seokjin until he left the store. 

Namjoon sits still for a few minutes, heart still hammering inside his rib cage. He blankly stares at the main door before he pouted.

“I should ask his number!” 

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒚...

" Kim Namjoon, by all means, you're going to marry me!"

What kind of proposal is that?

It's ridiculous and nonsensical. Namjoon was deadpanned when Seokjin said that to him nonchalantly. His handsome face was red with anger and his eyes were penetrating into Namjoon's heart directly. Namjoon couldn't say anything except blinking his eyes comically.

Namjoon knows it was just a spur of a moment, and Seokjin is not in his right mind when he uttered those words. Why would Seokjin want to marry him? He loves Hyuna wholeheartedly. That's why after dating his sister for three months; Seokjin had made the decision to marry her. It's clearly shown that Seokjin is deeply in love with Kim Hyuna.

Namjoon can understand Seokjin's anger and frustration. Hyuna just runs away on their wedding day and makes everyone shocked by her abrupt action. No one knows the reason for her disappearance, but Namjoon didn't feel surprised at all. Hyuna is unpredictable and always do something according to her hunch. She is very spontaneous and you can't read her mind easily.

Nevertheless, what she had done to Seokjin and to their parent is ruthless. Hyuna is being selfish leaving her family to deal with her wrongful act. Hyuna shouldn't think about herself at this moment, not on her wedding day. Namjoon sighed and glanced at his parent. They were sitting at the corner of the room, gravely affected emotionally and physically.

No one had said anything after the shocking statement made by Seokjin almost ten minutes ago. It's out of blue, and everyone was shell-shocked. Seokjin then left the room hastily before giving the time for Namjoon to get ready for the wedding.

Which, Namjoon couldn't appreciate much since he was only given fifteen minutes to do so. It's not enough for him to find the right solution for the problem.

Namjoon strokes his hands as he feels so nervous. He didn't know what he should do now. And he just has five more minutes left. But his answer is obvious though. Of course, he will not marry Seokjin just to become Hyuna's substitute.

As much as he is attracted to Seokjin after their first meeting, but he knows nothing about Seokjin. They've been met with each other about three times only for the last three months. Thus, it's absurd for him to marry a stranger in this situation.

To say Namjoon was shocked at first is an understatement. Namjoon's body freeze at the moment and his brain had stopped functioning at instances. He couldn't decipher what is happening until Seokjin had emphasized to him that Namjoon had to marry him. And it's final.

Does he have another option?

Namjoon flicked his eyes towards his parent that looks so devastated. They were still shocked by the fact that Hyuna had gone missing on her wedding day.

"You don't have to marry him..."

Namjoon perked at the statement, looking at his father with his hopeful eyes. He was delighted that his father finally had said something about the absurd request. He smiles at his father, silently thankful at his father's empathy.

"What do you mean by that?"

Namjoon's smile faltered in a second at his mother's venomous voice, now glaring at his father with anger. Namjoon's heart skipped a bit as he started to think negatively based on his mother's reaction.

"Are you going to force him to take her place? Why should Namjoon pay for Hyuna's stupid mistake? This is happened because of your lovely daughter, Eun-Soo! You'd been spoiling her too much that she had the audacity to humiliate us like this! "spats Mr. Kim outrageously.

Mrs. Kim continues to glare at her husband, didn't get affected at her husband's wrath at all.

"She might have her own reason! We didn't know why she's doing it and we should listen to her explanation. You can't just blame her like that. She loves Seokjin. She won't do anything that will hurt him. She's the one who had been so happy to get married to Seokjin all this while..." she's trying to justify Hyuna's action to her husband.

Mr. Kim scoff at the statement, already expected that his wife will defend her precious daughter. Hyuna's always her favorite child and she'll do anything for her. She had let Hyuna do whatever she wants and never had scolded her if she had done something wrong.

All these years, Mr. Kim had let his wife spoiling Hyuna as she wished. But for today, Mr. Kim will not tolerate her behavior. Not when she had brought the shame to the family as well Seokjin. Hyuna had crossed the line, and he can't let Hyuna get away from it. Not even if his wife trying to defend her.

"What kind of reason for her to ditch her own groom on her own wedding day? She must be crazy to do this! I will never forgive her, and I don't have a defiant daughter like her! If she dares to come home, I won't allow her to step into my house!!" Mr. Kim decided sternly.

Mrs. Kim gasped. "How could you do that to our daughter??"

Mr. Kim glared back at his wife. "How could she do this to us?" he opposed furiously.

"Namjoon-ah!"

Namjoon startled when his mother suddenly cried his name. Namjoon scrambled to his feet and approached his distress mother, quickly grabbed her hands.

"You have to help us, Namjoon. You know Seokjin will never let us get away with this, right?" she pleads while in tears. She knows there's no use to talk to her husband. She needs to persuade Namjoon by herself.

Namjoon mouth agape at the request, looking at his mother incredulously. "Eomma..." his voice is shaking.

"What the hell, Eun-Soo? You can't force Namjoon – "

"Shut up, Jaehwan. Did you forget about something? Seokjin is your boss! Do you want him to fire you before your retirement? Are you stupid?" Mrs. Kim barked at her husband, infuriated at his foolishness.

Mr. Kim was aw shuck at the sudden realization, astounded into silence for a moment. He had totally forgotten that he was working at Seokjin's company all these while. Seokjin is the CEO and the owner of the Kim's Corporation. A cold sweat starts to appear on his forehead as he can foresee the effect of today's situation.

Mr. Kim has been working at Kim's Corp. for almost twenty years. From an ordinary worker now a manager, he had achieved a lot. He was surprised at first when Hyuna brought Seokjin home to introduce her boyfriend to the family two months ago. He didn't know that Hyuna was in a relationship with the owner of the company where he is working.

Seokjin is nothing but a very nice gentleman. He never looks down on his workers or acted arrogantly to anyone. He's very charismatic and talented, a young CEO that had been acknowledged for his talent in the business world. Despite being so successful and among the richest man in South Korea, he remains down to earth. Everyone respected him.

However, it doesn't mean that he can feel at ease. Even though Seokjin is going to be his son-in-law but still, Seokjin is the CEO of the company. He wouldn't tolerate if someone tried to ruin his reputation, not even his own future father in law. Mr. Kim is certain that Seokjin will not hesitate to lay him off from the work. If he's being fired before his retirement day, he will lose the advantage to his pension. That's suck!

Mr. Kim groaned in annoyance as he cursed in his heart. Hyuna is really giving him a headache. He pressed the bridge of his nose, now start to lose his mind thinking about what's going to happen to him now.

Namjoon stares at his father's gloomy face with a pang of sadness, knowing how much his father loves his work. He is a hardworking employee and never had taken a leave except for an emergency situation. Namjoon knows how his father looking up for the retirement day by the end of this year. He already has a plan what he's going to do with the money. The possibility that he can no longer enjoy the pension is dreadful.

"I – I need to get out from here for a while..." Mr. Kim said feebly before he left the room without waiting for the answer. Leaving his wife and Namjoon alone in the waiting room.

"Namjoon..."

Namjoon turned his head towards his mother as she whispered his name and squeezed his hand tightly. Namjoon frowned as he notices the unknown glint in her eyes.

"Listen to me!" she whispered again as she sneaks a glance at the closed door suspiciously. "You have to marry Seokjin for Hyuna!" she said grimly.

Namjoon holds his breath in surprise. "Wha – what do you mean?"

"Shh..." she hissed when Namjoon's voice is a little bit higher. But she's relieved that her husband wasn't there, nonetheless, she needs to be extra careful in case he is nearby and been eavesdropping.

Namjoon clammed his lips together.

"Marry Seokjin. It's for six months only. You can get divorced after Hyuna return from Paris!" she states conspicuously.

Namjoon eyes widen in horror. "Eomma? What do you mean? Noona is going to Paris? How did you know? Did she tell you this? Why didn't you asked her to come here and get married to Seokjin?" he questioned.

Namjoon was horrified to discover that his mother actually knows where's Hyuna right now and the reason for her disappearance. He wonders what is the plan of the two.

Mrs. Kim squeezed harder her son's hand, making him wince in pain. "Don't ask too much, Namjoon. You just need to do what I've asked you to do. Well, I didn't expect Seokjin wanted to continue with the wedding. We thought he would cancel it and at least waits for Hyuna to return..." she sighed exasperatedly.

Namjoon frets at the statement. "We? Eomma, please explain to me. I don't understand..."

Mrs. Kim yanked Namjoon's hand away harshly and chided at her son annoyingly. "Why are you so stupid, Namjoon? It's really hard to talk to you..." she sneered.

Namjoon just keeps silent at the derision, a bit hurt at her words. He's used to it but still, it will make him feel sad to hear the same thing again and again.

"Hyuna gets an offer to become a model in Milan. It's a lifetime opportunity, and I didn't want her to let go of her dream just because she loves Seokjin..." she finally explained, and her face is glowing happily as she talked about her daughter. Proud and ecstatic.

"Model? Milan?"

Mrs. Kim nods her head with a grin on her face. "She got the offer from a prestigious modeling company last month. She asked Seokjin to postpone the wedding but Seokjin refused to do. Seokjin didn't want Hyuna to work as a model after their marriage. But, you know how much she wanted to this right? It's her dream to go to Milan!"

Namjoon sighed. "She cannot just decide to cancel the wedding today, eomma. She needs to discuss this with Seokjin. Seokjin loves her. He can give whatever she wants," said Namjoon. He still couldn't comprehend the reason for Hyuna to call off her wedding for a simple thing.

Modeling? It's stupid to make a reckless decision just to fulfill her selfish dream!

Mrs. Kim glared at Namjoon, disliking his reaction. "I've told you. Seokjin didn't like Hyuna to become a model after the marriage! Of course, he is freaking rich, but it's Hyuna dream to walk on a runway in Milan..."

"What about the wedding then? Seokjin didn't want to cancel the wedding, Eomma. You've heard him just now. He wants me to replace noona and proceed with the ceremony!" retorts Namjoon. He feels frustrated at his mother's oblivious act and had only thought about Hyuna instead of him.

Where does he stand in his mother's heart?  Did she ever love him?

Namjoon got teary eyes while contemplating about that. It's pathetic, but he really wants his mother to love him as much as she loves his sister.

Why does his mother treat him like he is not her own son?

"As I said, Hyuna will be there for six months only. You just need to stay with Seokjin for the meantime and after that, you can ask for a divorce. It's not a big deal..." his mother speaks petulantly.

Namjoon couldn't believe what he had heard from his mother's mouth. "Eomma, how could you –"

"Seokjin loves Hyuna. He is angry at her now, but I know he will forgive her later when she comes back to him. You shouldn't worry too much, Namjoon. After six months you can get a divorce and do whatever you want again. You can have your life back then..." Mrs. Kim said callously.

Namjoon didn't know how to react to his mother's careless statement. What kind of life he's going to live for the six months? Being married to his sister's boyfriend and later filed for divorce? Six months is not a short time and for sure anything can happen within that time.

What if Hyuna didn't return when the time comes? What will I do if Hyuna takes longer than she should? What I'm supposed to do with my life as Seokjin's spouse? What kind of marriage do I need to go through for the six months? What if Seokjin hates me because of Hyuna? What if –

"Do this for your sister – and for me, Namjoon..."

Namjoon jolt from his short stupor and looks at his mother with bemusement.

How could his mother use her authority against him? Why did his mother keeps using the mother's card to him when she was never being a real mother to him?

Namjoon couldn't hide his dismay as his face crestfallen at his mother's mindset.

"Eomma, I –"

"Just for once, Namjoon. I'll never ask anything from you again..." she pleads when she realized Namjoon is reluctant with her suggestion.

"But –"

"You didn't want your father to get fired right? Seokjin will never let this matter go off easily. Our family needs to face the consequences. Your father, me, and you. Have you thought what will happen to us if Seokjin decided to sue us in court for fraud? We can't pay for the damages, Namjoon..."

Namjoon exhaled shakily. His heart has been put with a great burden, and he didn't know what was the right thing to do now. It's ridiculous for him to agree with such requests, but he can't ignore the wellbeing of his family.

Namjoon didn't care about his sister at all. She can do anything she wants. But he can't let his parent suffer because of her demeanor. Namjoon didn't have any option now. He needs to think about his father. His father has worked really hard for twenty years, and he didn't want it will go into vain. He loves his father so much that he is willing to sacrifice his own happiness.

Namjoon flicked his brown eyes to his mother, who had been staring at him expectantly. If this can make his mother appreciate him more, if this can make his father's happy and if this is the only way to protect his family – Namjoon is willing to do anything, even to put his own life in jeopardy.

"O-okay..." he finally agreed. Namjoon can see how his mother's face beaming at his decision. Namjoon feels a sip of pride that he managed to make his mother happy for once.

Maybe this is worth it. He thinks.

His father didn't seem enthusiasts at his decision once he told him about it. Namjoon had a hard time convincing his father, which later had hesitantly agreed when he raised up the issue of his retirement. He feels so selfish for doing this to Namjoon. Yet he couldn't help from thinking about what he's going to lose if he didn't consent to it.

That's how Namjoon stands on the altar and said 'I do' with tears cascade down on his face. Namjoon trembled when he faced with Seokjin after the solemnization.

There are no marriage vows. There's no beautiful wedding attire for Namjoon. Just a plain black suit that he just bought two days ago for Hyuna's wedding. It's contra with Seokjin who had been wearing a luxurious white tuxedo and looking dashingly handsome.

Namjoon eyes glistening when Seokjin puts the beautiful wedding ring to his finger. His heart clenched at the view, looking at the gold ring with mixed emotions. He didn't know how the ring fits his finger perfectly but it seems inappropriate to wear something didn't belong to him. It doesn't feel right to him. It's Hyuna's and he didn't deserve it.

Namjoon slowly put the other ring to Seokjin's and gasped softly when Seokjin dragged his hand in a rush afterward. Namjoon is hurt at the reaction but what can he expect from Seokjin, then? Namjoon stares at his ring blankly, feeling a little bit lost that now he is officially married to Seokjin.

"You now may kiss the bri - groom..." The priest said, stuttering a little bit.

Seokjin rolled his eyes before he hastily pecked on Namjoon's cheek without looking at him for once. The guests give them a loud cheer which sounded too fake due to the earlier situation but Seokjin didn't give a damn to that.  He just kept his straight face and wanted to leave the hall as soon as possible.

Namjoon nibbled his bottom lips in nervousness as he can obviously see how both of them doesn't happy with the marriage. Seokjin's face was sullen throughout the entire ceremony.  Seokjin's jaw keeps moving tensely when the priest read the marriage solemnization. His face evidently shows that he wanted to be anywhere but here. 

Namjoon sighed, gawking at the bouquet of the flower in his hand. It's painstakingly beautiful and Namjoon's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when a thought came to his mind. A reflection that makes him suddenly terrified of the future.

Is it really worth it to say I do?

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚

Namjoon sits in the same room before he walked on the aisle two hours ago. He played with the golden ring on his finger, staring at nothing as his mind wandering in haywire thinking about his new life as a married man. It doesn’t feel real but at the same time it’s suffocating. The grip of the ring on his finger is heightening each time he touches it.

Every guest had left the venue, leaving the family members to deal with their family matters. Of course, a few of them were smooshing among themselves about the unexpected change of bride – or groom. The pitter-patter can be heard in the hall as they walked away, don’t even care if the newly wedded couple will hear them. Maybe they intended for them to hear it.

Who knows?

“The reporter’s still here, waiting for you and Namjoon-hyung…”

Namjoon lifts his head to see the owner of the deep and raspy voice.

Kim Taehyung.

He’s Seokjin’s little brother. Namjoon met him for the first time at the altar. He stands on the side as Seokjin’s best man, wearing a nice black and white tux, accentuating his handsome face and nice figure perfectly.

Namjoon won’t deny that the young man is really good-looking. Well, Seokjin and Taehyung shared the same gene so there's nothing weird if both siblings were born with such glorious physiognomy.

This is the first time he had heard the young male speaks. His voice is so deep and dangerously low. Still, Namjoon knows nothing about the man except for his name.

“They want an exclusive interview about the wedding…” told Taehyung again. He expressed in distress while he stares at his brother. “I don’t think they will leave anytime soon...” he continued warily.

Seokjin then groaned in frustration, looking at his brother with exasperation. “It’s been two hours, Tae!” he retorts as he runs his long fingers to his hair, messing with it a bit. But he cares less about his appearance right now.

Taehyung sighed. “You do know how persistent these reporters are. They are going to wait as long as they can. Your wedding had caused chaos and now they wanted to get an exclusive statement from you...”

Seokjin chided in irritation. “They won’t get anything from me, Tae. Asked Sejin to handle the reporter. I want the matter to be taken care of within fifteen minutes. I’m not going to sit here for the whole day!” he said with a gruff voice, obviously still furious about what had happened. He didn’t have the time to deal with the reporters after what he had gone through today.

I had enough with all the bullshit!

“I had messaged Sejin-hyung. He will meet with the hotel manager and try to arrange to clear the way for us,” states Taehyung.

Seokjin chided. “Stupid reporters! Can't they just respect my privacy? No one even came after me when we’re struggling to build our company or when we lose millions in a project. And now they're trying to stick their nose on my private life? Bullshit!”

Namjoon flinched at the outburst, sneaking a glance at Seokjin and Taehyung from the corner of his eyes. He can see the tight face of the two and Namjoon couldn’t help from feeling guilty on behalf of his sister.

Hyuna had done a grave mistake and he didn’t know whether he is able to redeem it for her. Namjoon wasn’t sure if the marriage is going to work. Namjoon is still afraid of thinking about the future. His future with Seokjin.

“Seokjin-ssi, maybe we should take leave first and distract the reporters…”

Seokjin cocked his head towards his father-in-law. He huffed at the suggestion but didn't deny that it’s the best solution for the situation right now.

“We will try to distract them so you can get out from here safely…” Mr. Kim further suggests.

He had been listening to the conversation earlier and really wanted to help Seokjin out of guilt. He’s still couldn’t face his employer, now his son-in-law, after what Hyuna’s had done to him. He was ashamed with his own daughter and at the same time mortified to think that Seokjin might sack him off from his office later.

“That’s might be helped us, hyung…” Taehyung agreed.

Seokjin breathed out heavily. He takes a few seconds of silence before he nods his head in agreement with Mr. Kim. He watched Mr. Kim and his wife get up from the couch hesitantly.

“We’re really sorry for what had happened today, Seokjin-ssi. I couldn’t tell you, how much I am embarrassed about Hyuna’s action and a simple apology won't change anything. Still, I want to apologize for everything….” Mr. Kim said as he stands in front of Seokjin, head dangled down with both of his hand clasped together – deeply remorseful.

Seokjin stares at the old man, still furious but at the same time didn’t have the gut to scold him. It’s not his fault so Seokjin couldn’t blame him for Hyuna’s behavior. As much as he wanted to lash out his anger to Hyuna’s family, Seokjin also knows nothing is going to change now.

Hyuna had dumped him on their wedding day. Hyuna had disappointed him and makes him looks like a fool in the altar. Hyuna had made him humiliated in front of his guests. Seokjin will never vindicate her for what she had makes him go through today.

“Where’re you going?” Seokjin asked when Namjoon slowly get up from the seat and walked behind his parent.

Namjoon was taken aback as this is the first-word Seokjin even said to him after the ceremony. “Go – going home with my – my parent…” Namjoon stutters in nervousness, eyes quivering everywhere but Seokjin. Too afraid to look at the intimidating male.

Seokjin scoffed at the answer. “Why do you think you’re going with them, Namjoon-ssi?" Asked Seokjin with animosity. Bewildered at the younger’s answer.

Namjoon holds his breath. “I – I should – “

“We are married now. You are going home with me…” said Seokjin sternly.

Namjoon eyes widen in shock. “Wha – what? But – but – “

“You're coming with me Namjoon-ssi. You are not going anywhere. Not without me! We already married and I don’t what to create another problem. Everyone is watching us now!”

Namjoon stared at Seokjin dumbfounded. Indeed, he’s married to Seokjin but he never anticipated for them to live together. He thought the marriage just to avoid a further scandal for both families. He never envisages that both of them will work out the marriage in this crisis.

“Namjoon-ah...”

Namjoon flinched at his father’s soft voice as his hand rubbed on his arm tenderly. Namjoon cast his eyes on his father and his heart sunk when he saw the forlorn expression.

“You have to be with Seokjin. He's your husband now. It’s your duty to be at his side...” Mr. Kim said with a morose tone. Obviously, he was bound with grief over his son’s unbidden sacrifice for the sake of their family.

“Appa...” Namjoon almost cried when his father squeezed his hand before he takes a step away from him.

"You're now a married man, Namjoon. And you must listen to your husband..." His father speaks with authority.

Namjoon sniffs before he nods. He wipes the droplet of his tears with his sleeves quickly, didn't want to appear as a crybaby in front of Seokjin and his brother.

Namjoon was still in his stupor when his mother suddenly hugged him. To say he is shocked, is an understatement. But he never received such a warm embrace from his mother like today. As such, he wrapped his arm on his mother's waist and inhaled the musky smell of his mother's cologne - feeling a little bit calm.  

"Don't let Seokjin knows about Hyuna and our deals!"

Namjoon beautiful dream and happiness shattered as his mother whispered to his ears. His hand loosens automatically to see his mother's face. And he can see the annoyance on it while she gives him a sharp glare as a warning.

"Yes - yes eomma..." He conceded. Voice is trembling as he tries to control his emotion.

Namjoon watched his parent leave the room with a heavy heart, realizing that he's alone right now. They didn't even try to look at him for a second, just left after bidding goodbye to him.

“Let’s go!”

Namjoon didn’t have the time to answer when Seokjin grabbed his hand and dragged him out from the room – a little bit rough. Namjoon almost stumbles on his feet and Seokjin chided at his clumsiness. His face was red, embarrassed to let his guard down in front of Seokjin.

It's such a hassle when they were at the main door. Flashlights were everywhere, blinding his vision. His heart thumping louder when a group of the reporters flocked towards him and Seokjin – hands with camera and microphone. They were soliciting questions simultaneously and Namjoon couldn’t catch up on it.

Seokjin grunted in frustration at Sejin’s failure to deal with the reporters. But at the same time, he couldn’t blame the man too. These reporters are very adamant about doing their job. Seokjin wants to applaud for their commitment of doing their job persistently.

To his dismay, he needs to go through the reporters to get out of the building. No more turning back. He’s a little bit relieved that his two bodyguards being there to help him and Namjoon meanwhile Taehyung gets to the car and waiting for them outside.

Namjoon feels stifled to be in the center of attention. He had never faced this kind of setting. To be honest he’s scared. He tried to hide his face as someone had their camera under his nose – trying to take a picture of him.

“Move away!!”

Namjoon heard one of the bodyguards yelled at the reporters however it was a vain attempt. The reporters became more aggressive and keep pushing among themselves in order to get the exclusive photo of him and Seokjin. He heard the growl from Seokjin and how his hand grip on his hand tightened as they walk through the sea of the unethical reporters.

Namjoon tried to stay close to Seokjin, hiding behind the male. He stares at his broad shoulder with amazement. Namjoon wasn’t paying too much attention to his surrounding as they were tried to walk out from the building as soon as they can. 

“Mr. Kim! Mr. Kim Seokjin! What happens to the bride?” one of the reporters shouted.

Seokjin ignored the question, continue to walk while his bodyguards pave the way.

“Who is this? What makes you decide to marry him instead of your lover?” the same rude reporter asked again.

Seokjin’s jaw clenched in anger but didn’t pay any heed to give him the answer he wanted. He can see how the reporter is smirking at him through his peripheral vision. Seokjin is beyond furious. However, he will not let him glorify his mendacity for his own’s satisfaction. Seokjin keeps his head high, striding with pride among the crowd with a stoic face.

They almost reached the main door when Seokjin heard a small yelp and Namjoon’s hand escaped from him. He turned his head and eyes widen in shock when he saw Namjoon on the floor after being violently pushed by the mob of the reporters. Seokjin rushed to Namjoon and kneeling in front of him, eyeing at him worriedly.

“Are you okay?”

Namjoon pressed his palm to the side of his head, try to nod before he winced in pain. Seokjin pulled his hand away and immediately grits his teeth in outrage when he saw a small cut and blood trickles from it.

Seokjin then snapped his head towards the reporters. Eyes piercing on each of them. 

“How dare you hurt my husband!" Seokjin screamed at the crowd.

A few murmurs can be heard when the reporters keep blaming each other for the unexpected incident. Didn't want to be blamed for something that's not their fault.

"I’ll make sure each of you pays for this. I’ll sue every single person here and trust me. You won't be able to pay for the compensation even if you're working till the last breath!” Seokjin spats in animosity, sending a sharp-blade glare at everyone there without fail.

It’s eerily quiet and the reporters shivered at the declaration. They slowly back out and give the way for Seokjin and his husband – afraid to agitate the businessman further. No one says a single thing as their face contorts with horror imagining the aftermath of their barbaric action.

They were hungry for the news but they didn’t have any intention to hurt someone in the process. Which it’s too late to realize about it now. They need to face the consequences of their own selfish conduct.

“I'm sorry Mr. Kim, I have no intention to –“

Seokjin scowled at the spoken reporter. “And you Reporter Choi, I'll make you’ll get the worst from the others!” his voice leeched with venom.

“But Sir –“

“For whatever reason, I'm married to this man, he's my husband! All of you didn't have the right to do this to him!” Seokjin's retorts as he didn’t want to hear any explanation from the reporter.

Reporter Choi was about to say something further to defend himself but the bodyguard stood in front of him and prevent the male to come any closer.

Seokjin hugged Namjoon's on his shoulder and helped him to stand on his feet as the said male staggered a little bit. Seokjin looked at him with concern.

They managed to get on the car without any hassle after the incident. They didn’t want to stir any problem after being threatened by the infamous CEO.

Namjoon puts down his hand and stares at his palm where he can see his blood on it. Namjoon sighed in desperation. The injury wasn’t too serious but still it's hurt a little bit. For some reason he feels sorry for the reporter because he knows it's a mere accident.

Someone had pushed the reporter from the back and that's when his camera had hits his head. He can see the guilt from the reporter's face and he wants to say ‘it’s okay' before Seokjin had spoken before him.

Namjoon peeked at Seokjin, sitting while he crossed his legs elegantly beside him. His face is red and his jaw moves to the side as he clenched his teeth. He's obviously mad and Namjoon didn’t know what to say in order to soothe him. Or if he even has the right to do so. After all, everything's happened because of his sister selfish act.

Namjoon's heart is beating rapidly when he heard the word ‘husband’ uttered by Seokjin a while ago. He can feel the warmth over his face and his cheek might turn into rosy pink right now. A small of joy sipped into his heart that Seokjin actually acknowledges his status in public.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t convinced that Seokjin is happy with the marriage at all. He knows Seokjin has to marry him to save his face and reputation. It was an inevitable alliance. Neither he or Seokjin was happy with it.

“That jerk!”

Namjoon jumped on his seat in surprise at the outburst. He turned his head timidly to meet with the angry Seokjin. He fisted his hand into a tight ball and continue to hit the armrest.

“Call President Son and asked him to fire that reporter! Make sure he won't get any job in the industry again. I want him to suffer until he dies!” ordered Seokjin grimly.

“Alright, hyung. I'll call the president tomorrow…” Taehyung answered, taking the command with a serious note.

Namjoon gulped. “Seok - Seokjin-ssi... I don’t – I don’t think that – it's that – that serious. It's a small cut and – and –“

“No one mess with the Kims, Namjoon. No one will get away after messing with our family…” said Seokjin with a deep and low tone. He keeps his head straight, didn't even bother to look at Namjoon for a second.

“Seokjin-ssi…”

“I will not spare anyone who had humiliates me. I’ll make sure everyone will pay for today. That includes your sister, Kim Hyuna!”

Namjoon's breathe hitched in horror, looking at Seokjin in bewilderment. The darken expression given by the elder makes him quivered in fear. He can feel the goosebumps all over his body.

“Seok –“

“No one will escape after what they had done today. Even if you're now my husband, Kim Namjoon-ssi…”

Seokjin didn't let Namjoon speak against him, emphasizing his determination with his authoritative tone and his serious face. Now staring at Namjoon like he's going to kill the younger at instances if he tried to say other words.

I'll make sure you will regret everything, Kim Hyuna!

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚

Namjoon has the knowledge that Kim's Corporation is one of the largest company in Korea. Their annual worth net was more than 1billion won. They had a few branches overseas; Japan, Shanghai, and New Zealand. Their business comprised of electronic, stocks market, real property, and entertainment.

Everyone knows the rich and the wealthy of the Kim's. The upscale was humongous. They were one of the crazy rich Asian. Kim Seokjin has appeared in the Korean edition of Times magazine several times. Discussing his achievement, equity and of course his good looks.

Kim Seokjin; The most eligible bachelor in South Korea.

But to see with his own naked eyes the fortune of the said male - Namjoon's jaw almost dropped to the floor. When the black metallic Mercedes-Benz makes a sharp turn to the left, Namjoon's lips parted in aw shuck at the large metallic entrance gate. His eyes widen comically when the car drives through a beautiful garden full of various types of flowers.

It takes them a solid five minutes to arrive at the house. Well, Namjoon won't call it a house since it's ten sizes bigger than his. It's more likely a mansion. He’s not even exaggerating if it can be called a palace.

When the car finally stopped, someone from the outside had opened the door – wearing a neat black suit, bowing his upper body up to ninety degrees when Seokjin climbed out from the car, followed by Namjoon. Namjoon was nervous at the presence of a few strangers at the main door, lining up in a straight line and bowing with respect at them.

This is totally like the cliche k-drama. Seokjin as the arrogant and self-centred chaebol meanwhile Namjoon as the nerd, quirky poor girl (in this case a man - which makes it extra melodrama). It's ridiculously too dramatic!

Namjoon screamed in his mind. Everything screams drama. The maids as the extra and doing their excellent acting respectfully to Seokjin and him. He didn’t know whether he deserves such honour from the people and he was fidgeting that his leg stuck on where he was standing.

“Welcome home, Mr Kim and congratulation for your wedding…” the old man greeted politely. He notices the stranger behind Seokjin, frowning a bit as he questioned about the young man. His eyes looking forward searching for Seokjin's wife but there's no one around except Seokjin and Taehyung; and the stranger.

Seokjin hummed lazily. “Is everything ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Kim. We had cleaned up the master bedroom. And the room has been decorated with 1000 red roses as –“

“Get rid of it!” instructed Seokjin fiercely.

The man was surprised at the command, staring at his employer with a puzzled look.

“But –“

Seokjin glared at the butler. “Just do what I said, Mr. Lee!”

Mr. Lee, the butler, was taken aback at the outburst but he quickly embraces himself from the shocked and gives Seokjin another bow. “Yes sir,” he said and immediately goes inside to carry the command.

“Mr Lee!!”

The butler almost stumbles at the sudden call, turn his tense body to Seokjin.

“Nevermind! Just leave it. I don’t have time to wait…”

Seokjin huffed in irritation as he entered the mansion, followed by timid Namjoon. Namjoon was like a lost puppy, tailing behind Seokjin as his eyes quivering around the luxurious mansion.

His eyes broaden at the interior design. Everything looks so expensive and beautiful. If the mansion itself can be called a palace from the outside, the inside of it confirmed his theory. The big golden chandelier in the middle of the living room is really eye-catching.

Namjoon's jaw had a cramped when he was in awe looking at the interior. He starts to question himself in agony. Whether he is able to live in this house and bring himself to live up to Seokjin's expectation. He surely will never be at the par with such conglomerate's lifestyle.

Namjoon has always been a simple person. He didn’t have any fancy car or job. He barely makes money just to feed himself and giving some of it to his parent. He never dreams to be rich or to be well-known as Seokjin. Hence, he never thought he will know someone as rich as Seokjin in his life.

They were definitely from two different worlds. Seokjin will be on the top of the rank, meanwhile, he surely will be placed on the lowest. Far from the throne where Seokjin belongs to.

Namjoon climbed the stairs hesitantly, following Seokjin like a puppy. He didn’t know where's Seokjin going to, but Namjoon didn’t care much as long as he can be somewhere where no one is staring at him as if he's an alien in the mansion.

Namjoon feels weird when the house workers standing on the side of the hallway, greeting Seokjin diligently but when their eyes meet with his – a deep frown evidently shown on their faces.

His head dangled down in uneasiness and ashamed, keeps moving his legs until he hits something hard and let out a small yelp. Namjoon covered his nose, grunting in pain before he gasp when he realized he had hit Seokjin's back as the said male suddenly make a stop.

Seokjin turned to face Namjoon, a little taken aback when the younger ran into him. He sighed as the male looking at him nervously.

“Sorry…”

Seokjin's heard the mumble from Namjoon and his lips twitched into a faint of a smile when he saw how the younger's chubby cheeks smeared with a pink hue out of embarrassment.

“This is our room…” Seokjin said and pointed at the white door with a golden knob in front of them.

Namjoon coughed as his eyes widen in shock. “Our – our room?” he stutters.

Seokjin frowned at the reaction but proceed to open the door, leaving Namjoon flustered by his own. Namjoon awkwardly entered the room and his jaw dropped for the umpteenth times.

“Holy shit!” he whispered to himself in amazement. His eyes move to every nook and corner of the room, marvelling over everything in the room.  The room itself looks like a house furnished with all the furniture rather than a room. It's more a studio-type house and Namjoon kind of like everything in the room.

The bed, the sofa, the working desk, the large flat screen tv, the hi-fi set. The only thing that missing in the room is the kitchen itself. If not, Namjoon will consider the room is definitely a house. He laughed at his ridiculous thought but he couldn’t help himself from being amused at the absurdity of how big and glorious the room is.

Namjoon likes everything. Well, except the rose petals scattered in the room. He runs his eyes nervously to the large bed where the roses been put in a love shape in the middle of it. Of course, it's beautiful and romantic. It was intended for the newly wedding couple.

Seokjin and Hyuna.

Namjoon sighed in frustration thinking how he ends up entangled in the situation. He dreams of marrying someone he loves and lives happily ever after with him (He is an obvious gay, never try to hide it though). But it seems the fate has another plan for him. Namjoon pouted at the thoughts.

Namjoon’s eyes then caught on the other side of the room and immediately beamed with excitement when he saw the bookshelves. There're lots of books and he slowly marched closer to see the collections. He smiles widely as his fingers trailed on the books one by one, making his dimples to become prominent and deeper – a sign when he is truly happy. 

Seokjin who had been watching the younger, parted slightly his thick lips when he saw the deep crates on Namjoon's cheek – flustered at how it really suits Namjoon really well. The younger looks beautiful while he smiles, showing his full set of white teeth.

Too immersed with the beauty of the said male, he didn’t expect that Namjoon to turn his head out of sudden. Seokjin clears his throat in embarrassment when he was caught redhanded staring at the younger.

“You should - emm - you know - take a rest. It’s been a long day today…” he said, stammering in his speech.

Namjoon swallowed. “I – I don’t have any spare clothes with me since – since…” He was shy and his hand played with the hem of his sleeves nervously. He bats his eyes on and off Seokjin, too anxious to look at the handsome man for too long.

Seokjin exhaled deeply realizing that he had dragged Namjoon from the wedding venue to his house in a hurry. “Just – just take mine. You can choose whatever you want to wear in the closet…” he finally said and pointed to the right side of Namjoon.

Namjoon nodded shyly and walks towards the closet before he let out a small gasp. It's a fucking walk-in closet! Holy crap!! He mentally screaming in his mind while his legs wobbled into the gigantic closet.

“Just make yourself comfortable then…” Seokjin further said.

Namjoon hastily turned his head and frowned when Seokjin walks toward the door. “Where – where are you going?” he asked. Didn’t like the idea of Seokjin is going to leave him alone in the room.

Seokjin bits his lips. “I have to take care of a few things. If you need anything just ask Mr. Lee or any maids here…”

“B-but…”

“Don’t wait for me!”

Namjoon mouth agape as he wanted to argue about that but Seokjin just left without hearing him. Namjoon huffed in frustration at Seokjin's cold behaviour but at the same time, he couldn’t blame the male for acting that way.

Lots of things happen today. Hyuna ran away. Namjoon takes her place to wed Seokjin. The reporters. Everything is in total chaos. Namjoon didn’t know how to comfort the said male since he himself is still in shock with their ‘shotgun’ marriage. He's still feel everything is like a dream. It's not real. He just needs to wait before he can wake up from this nightmare.

Namjoon had picked up a soft pink sweater and grey sweatpants. He then looks his reflection in the giant mirror. He flapped both his hands, showing how big the sweater was. When he plopped down his hands, the sleeve falls down up to his knuckles. He looks ridiculous right now but he didn’t have any clothes that really fit him. He makes a mental note to grab his clothes later.

Namjoon stares at the empty room. It's so spacious that loneliness starts to creep out and makes him squirmed at the feeling. He didn’t know what to do in the room. Seokjin just left him and he didn’t know anyone in the house. Except for Taehyung and Mr. Lee. Having said so, he didn’t think that he can talk to any of them due to the circumstances.

Namjoon yawned as sleepiness hits him. He looks at the clock, it's almost 9 p.m. It’s still early but his whole body ached when he took the fall. He even had a mild headache right now. Namjoon looks at the bed and jutted his lips in dismay. The red petals look disturbing to his eyes despite its beautiful colour. 

He couldn’t find any empty space on the bed where he can lie down. Namjoon sighed deeply and walked towards the divan in the middle of the room. He exhaled in relieved when his back touches the soft couch.

This is comfortable more than my own bed!

But his heart clenched at the thought of the remoteness of his own house. Despite the couch is much comfier than his old and thin mattress, he feels his soul at peace whenever he went to bed. To be compared to his small and cramped house, at least he can be himself and act as oblivious as he wanted to be. He can be anything inside his house without thinking someone might be watching him.

This huge mansion and this large room were not his. He couldn’t call this is his home. He didn’t belong here. For whatever reason, he couldn’t meld with this new arrangement. Being in the big house makes him suffocated. He couldn’t imagine how he can live here for another six months.

Namjoon blinked at the bright light in the room. He didn’t know how to switch off the lamp. Even if he knows it, he will never sleep in the dark. In fact, darkness always makes him jittery. He didn’t like the feeling of being in the dark where he couldn’t see anything. It makes him apprehensive. And the painful memories of his past keeps harassing him whenever he's stayed in such a place. Namjoon shuddered as he recalls back what had happened.

Namjoon squeezed hard his eyes trying to chase away the dreadful memories. He curled to himself in order to protect himself while counting the numbers in his head as some sort of distraction.

1, 2, 3, 4, …… his breath hitched.

33, 34, 35, 36...... he fisted his hands into a tight ball.

50, 51, 52…. he slowly becomes drowsy.

It doesn’t take too long before Namjoon fall into a deep slumber as he was devoured by the exhaustion. He was too tired to think about anything and how his life has turned upside down right now. He was drained with the whole event today; he just wants to sleep and forget about everything.

When Seokjin came back to the room at three in the morning, he was surprised to see Namjoon is sleeping on the couch. He frowned in confusion as he approached the said male. He can see how the said male is shivering due to the coldness of the room. He might clueless on how to turn down the temperature or to grab the blanket.

Seokjin sighed before he took the blanket and carefully put on Namjoon's body. He stares at Namjoon's figure in a close distance and his eyes fixated on Namjoon's sleeping face. Seokjin was stunned to see how long the eyelashes were, touching the skin underneath his eyes. His small button nose was so cute that he had the urge to bop it.

It's ridiculous since he never had feelings for the younger.  Seokjin couldn’t help himself from being regretful that he had dragged Namjoon into the mess. But he wasn’t thinking straight at that time. He was engrossed with the animosity that he only thinks about revenge. He just wants to do something that will make Hyuna regrets her own decision.

That’s why he had asked Namjoon to marry him as Hyuna's stand-in. Seokjin will never let Hyuna humiliated him easily. He will let Hyuna knows that it’s a big mistake to leave him. It’s a big mistake to defy Kim Seokjin. Hyuna will learn the hardest way. Kim Seokjin had vowed to himself.

Seokjin almost jumped when Namjoon whimpered in his sleep, mumbling something gibberish before he laid on his back – puffing his cheek adorably. Seokjin’s lips twitched into a small smile as he continues to gawk at the sleeping male.

His eyes fall on the plump lips of Namjoon. He licked his lips unconsciously at the sight. The red fleshy meat is so alluring that Seokjin wonders how does it feel if he ever touches it. It looks so cushiony and pudgy that Seokjin can almost feel the softness of its if he ever kisses Namjoon.

The strange sensation makes Seokjin gasped at his own deranged thoughts. He quickly distances himself from the younger before he can do something unthinkable. Seokjin let out a shuddering breath as he rubbed his tired face.

“I’m too tired that I almost lost my mind!” he mumbles to himself in weariness.

Seokjin glanced at Namjoon for a second before he left him alone in the room. He didn’t have the heart to sleep in the room where all the rose petals still there to torture him. He waddled to the guest room nearby and laid down his tired body at instances.

Seokjin falls asleep right away. The night where he thought will be the best night had turned out as the worst. He wanted to forget what had happened today. As if it’s a nightmare and when he wakes up everything will be right again.

He wished.

But the stars never granted it. 

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒚...

Namjoon groaned when his body tensed at the awkward position on whatsoever thing he was sleeping. He cursed at his stubbornness and cheapskate in buying the new mattress after moving into the new apartment with Yoongi. He should reconsider buying one when he got his payment from the book sales. Hopefully, it will enough for him to cover his other monthly expenses.

He tried to turn to the other side but let out a small yelped when he fell onto the carpeted floor with a thud.

"Ouch!" He grimaced but sighing in relief that he barely knocked his head on the coffee table. He brushed his sleepy eyes before he examined the large room. His heart skipped a bit realizing that he's not in his small, cramped room.

Namjoon immediately shot up from the floor, panicking at the thought that he has been kidnapped before the truth dawn upon him when he stares at the bed full of rose petals. Namjoon grunted in annoyance, rubbing his face harshly in shame at his stupidity.

"I thought it's a dream..." he mumbled. He slumped onto the couch defeatedly, debating over his foolishness and his reality check.

Namjoon sighed for the umpteenth time as he looks around. He noticed that Seokjin wasn't there. He might wake up early and left the house. Namjoon gasped in horror realizing that Seokjin had seen him sleeping on the couch and his hideous sleeping face.

Namjoon whined and rubbed his face harshly until it turns to red. Pouting his lips in agony for letting his guard down easily.

"Oh, you're up already. It seems you really feel comfortable sleeping there all night..."

Namjoon's body stiffens at the voice and when he saw Seokjin's handsome face at the door - his heart instantly missed a beat. Namjoon gulped nervously and hastily brushed his messy hair to look more decent in front of the elder male.

Seokjin smirked at the action and slowly strolling towards the younger on the couch. Namjoon cowered, attempting to make himself smaller than it's appeared, hiding his tall features and long limbs. Seokjin was amused to see the timidness.

"Get ready in fifteen minutes. I'll wait downstairs..." said Seokjin, more likely a command.

Namjoon fretted and raised his head to meet with Seokjin's serious face. "Where are we going?" he implored.

Seokjin snorted. "You'll know..."

"But..."

"Fifteen minutes, Kim Namjoon!" emphasized Seokjin as he didn't have the time to argue with the younger.

Namjoon flinched. "I - I have nothing to wear and - and ..."

Seokjin rolled his eyes. He then stepped to his closet and pulled out a few clothes before he tossed them to Namjoon's lap. "Wear this and please be hurry!"

Namjoon's lips parted in confusion. He looks at the pair of the green cashmere sweater and the long black pants hesitantly. He skimmed at the soft material and immediately can tell it's surely expensive. He made an effort to steal a glance at the small piece label on the collar and gasped softly when he saw the Paul Smith's tag.

Namjoon was about to comment about the sweater but surprised to see that Seokjin has already left the room. Namjoon huffed in desperation, squeezing shut his eyes and takes a long deep breath. He gets up from the couch and strides to the bathroom with heavy steps. He had the gut feeling that today is going to be another long day and torturous for him.

When he went downstairs five minutes earlier than the time allotted, he's been greeted by Mr. Lee at the end of the stairs. Namjoon was apprehensive at the smiley face but bowed at the old man politely.

"Mr. Kim is waiting for you at the dining hall..." he said.

Namjoon nods his head and followed the middle-aged butler to the other side of the mansion. His mouth agape to see the spacious dining hall and its over-the-top dining table made from the mahogany with twelve seaters.

Seokjin was seating at the edge of the table and Taehyung was seating diagonal on the left. Namjoon stares at the two brothers and couldn't help but to jut his lower lips seeing how the table is too excessive for only two people to sit.

Rich people and their obnoxious behavior!

"Good morning, Namjoon-hyung!" greets Taehyung cheerfully before he bites his toast.

Namjoon was taken aback by his friendly mien, nonetheless replied with a shy and soft voice."Mor - morning, Taehyung-ssi."

Taehyung grinned sheepishly at Namjoon. "No need to be formal, Hyung. Just called me Tae or Taetae..." he said with a stuffed mouth, waving his hand on the air mindlessly.

Namjoon let out a silent 'ah', bobbing his head awkwardly. "Tae..." he murmured.

"Don't speak when there's food in your mouth, Tae!" reprimanded Seokjin. He is still with the same demeanor; stiff and uncaring while he munched his breakfast. Namjoon scowled at the appearance in his mind.

"Sorry, hyung!"

Seokjin then steals a glance at the younger, flustered a bit when he saw the tall figure wearing his green shirt, tucking it neatly inside his black pants. His slender figure looks impeccably matched with the outfit. His eyes scanned further to his blonde hair where Namjoon had neatly parted in the middle, falling to the side of his forehead. His eyes then fixated on Namjoon's round glasses, perfectly sat on the bridge of his button nose. He looks handsome and cute at the same time.

Seokjin was awed at the delicate appearance. When he heard a soft giggle emitted by Taehyung, he clears his throat and quickly continues to eat. He ignored how Taehyung had been wiggling his eyebrows at him comically.

Mr. Lee pointed at the chair on Seokjin's right and Namjoon took the seat tentatively. He peeked over Seokjin and Taehyung, now eating their breakfast silently. Namjoon swallowed hard and startled a bit when Mr. Lee put the plate in front of him.

"Anything you want, Sir?" Mr. Lee asked.

Namjoon blinked his eyes, staring at the butler blankly. He then turns his head to see a large amount of food in front of him. There's western as well as Korean food been served. Bread, strawberry jam, baked beans, hotdog, cereal, Korean seafood pancake, kimchi fried rice, fried noodle, soup, etc etc etc - the list was too long for Namjoon to mention here.

But none of it can make his stomach growling in hunger. Even if he didn't have the proper meal since yesterday, the whole event had taken every space in his body. He didn't feel hungry at all. Instead, he's getting more awkward and distant from Kim's household.

"Sir?"

Namjoon's short reverie was interrupted and Namjoon quickly took the glass of orange juice nearby him and chugged it entirely. "This - this enough..." Namjoon said with a smile which is barely there.

Mr. Lee frowned at his action and Namjoon's heart pulsating at the reaction. Did he do something wrong? He diverted his eyes towards Taehyung who had been staring at him with a smirk. What's wrong?? Namjoon screamed in his mind.

"That's mine!"

The way Namjoon rolled his head towards Seokjin almost snapped his neck but he was too shocked to even care about it. He stares blankly at the empty glass he had been holding and then moved to the glass on his right sight - still full of orange juice, untouched.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm sorry. I didn't know! I'm really sorry, Seokjin-ssi..." Namjoon starts to panic. His hand was shaking as he took the glass that supposed to be his and bring to Seokjin as a replacement. But his eyes widen in pure horror when the glass wobbling on the table and then spills entirely on the table.

Everyone was appalled at the small incident. Seokjin pushed his chair to avoid the juice from dripping into his pants. He then hissed at the younger for being clumsy. Getting annoyed early in the morning is not up to his liking and Seokjin hates to deal with it. It will turn his mood sour for the whole day.

Namjoon didn't know what had gone wrong. He knew he was clumsy and careless. But to reveal his weaknesses on the first day to Seokjin and everyone in the house is something beyond his imagination. He never had the intention to show how klutz he was but now look what had he done? He managed to make a fool of himself.

Well done, Kim Namjoon!

He cursed himself for being so careless and makes himself embarrassed. Namjoon immediately grabbed the napkin, dabbing the soaking wet tablecloth while his lips keep muttering the words 'sorry' relentlessly.

"Sir, let me do it..." Mr. Lee speaks with his monotonous voice.

Namjoon shook his head. "No, it's okay. It's my fault. Let me do this... I'm sorry for the mess..."

"Sir, it's my job..." retorts Mr. Lee.

"No, it's okay, I'm..."

"Will you let the person responsible for this to do their job?" Seokjin snarled, eyes piercing over Namjoon.

Namjoon freeze and dropped the napkin unintentionally. His eyes met with Seokjin's dagger-glared, making his heart hammering inside his ribcage. He gulped at the grim expression. Namjoon then saw through his peripheral vision how Mr. Lee took the napkin and start to clean up the table diligently.

"Everyone here has their own role so no need for you to take over their responsibility," stated Seokjin.

Namjoon's head dangled in shame and slowly laid both of his hands onto his lap, getting more humiliated than before. "Sorry..." he whispered with a shaken voice. He feels exposed and attacked. Especially when the dining hall become eerily quiet when Seokjin was taunting him with his harsh words.

Namjoon hates this kind of situation. It makes him feel useless and burdensome. The fact that he's in someone else house, far from his safe place; Namjoon was vulnerable. The destitute become so overwhelmed that he thinks he's going to burst into tears.

However, a burst of loud laughter echoed in the hall, interrupting Namjoon's self-deprecating thoughts.

"Namjoon-hyung, you're so funny!" said Taehyung while his face was beaming handsomely. Showing his perfect white teeth and his boxy smile.

Namjoon's brows furrowed at the unexpected commentary, peering at Seokjin's brother questionably.

Taehyung wiped his mouth with the napkin before he speaks. "Ah, I should've taken a video and shows you how your face was red like a tomato!" he continues, chuckling in amusement.

Namjoon eyes widen at the indication. "Vid - video??"

Taehyung chuckles. "You're funny, hyung! Adorably funny," he further remarks with a boxy grin.

Namjoon's face heated at the sudden compliment. His face turns to a darker shade of red and Taehyung giggles at his reaction while mumbling the word 'cute' continuously.

Seokjin clears his throat to stop the conversation, visibly shown his distaste when Taehyung keeps on teasing Namjoon until his face was a bit red. Taehyung rolled his eyes in annoyance and stuck out his tongue playfully when Seokjin glared at him.

"If you're done eating then we can go now..." Seokjin said with a serious tone.

Namjoon nods his head without looking at the elder. But then realizing he didn't drink any yet after he had mistakenly taken Seokjin's juice. Namjoon once again offered the same to Seokjin by pushing the glass closer to Seokjin. This time carefully.

Seokjin watched the younger gestures for a solid five seconds before he turned down the offer and takes a glass of water instead. He can see how the younger's shoulder sagged at his action, but he cares nothing about the younger's feeling right now.

"Let's go!" demanded Seokjin and rose from his seat. He didn't even wait for the younger, letting him run behind him. He snickered when he can hear how Namjoon almost stumbles at the main door in his haste to catch up with him.

The driver, which remained unknown to Namjoon opened up the door for Seokjin in the back seat. Namjoon watched in awkwardness, debating whether he should go to the other side of the car.

While contemplating his choice, almost ready to move his long legs before the driver gives a signal to him to climb up the car from the same door he's still holding to. Namjoon pressed his lips into a thin line and slowly get into the car.

Seokjin was sitting at the edge, right hand resting on the windowsill with a crossed leg. There's a deep frown on his handsome face and Namjoon was threatened by the look itself.

When the car was on the road, heading somewhere disclosed to his knowledge - Namjoon took the courage to ask the elder beside him.

"Where - where are we going?" he stutters, and he played with the hem of his shirt anxiously.

"Have you seen the article, Kim Namjoon?" inquired Seokjin, ignoring the younger's question first.

Namjoon frowned in confusion. "Article? What article?"

Seokjin clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Open the Twitter. It's all over the internet..."

Namjoon quickly grabbed his phone and opened up the bird's application installed on his phone. He hasn't touched his phone since last night, didn't have the guts to check on the non-stops notification after the wedding. Too afraid to read the messages and to answer any calls.

Namjoon goes to the search bar, looking at the trending hashtags in South Korea. Namjoon's jaw dropped when he clicked the link by Business Korea. His hand was shaking, and he feels as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice onto his head.

"What - what is this?" his voice cracked, and he switched his attention to Seokjin, asking for clarification.

Seokjin's sharp eyes penetrated into Namjoon's. "Read yourself..." he mocked the younger. Seokjin believes that such news can be foreseen and Namjoon's reaction is exaggerating.

"What are we going to do with it?" Namjoon asked. He's obviously didn't prepare himself for the marriage to be a huge scandal. He knew Seokjin is famous and well know in South Korea. But for him to be involved with the honorable businessman is uncalled for.

He didn't marry Seokjin for his own benefits and pleasures. He was a victim. He loathes the fact that he was entangled with Seokjin in this horrible fate. Even personally he had a huge crush on the said male, Namjoon never envisioned himself to be the elder's husband. Not in this kind of situation.

Namjoon glanced at the screen of his phone again. His face was all over the internet. With all the headings that make his heart crumbles. Namjoon didn't want this kind of attention. He feels sick to his stomach. The situation goes from bad to worst. And now, Seokjin will hate him more.

"We're going to the lawyer's office."

Namjoon's brow creased at the answer and eyes at the elder questionably. "May I know why?" he asked, couldn't hide his curiosity.

Seokjin hummed. "To discuss our post-nuptial agreement..."

Namjoon lips parted in aw shuck.

"Post-nuptial agreement??"

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒚...

"Post-nuptial agreement?"

Seokjin hummed. "I have discussed with the lawyer, all the terms and conditions. You can go through the contract before signing it..." he explained monotonously.

Namjoon bites his lips nervously. "Is it a must?" he queried with hesitancy in his voice. He can see how tightened the expression wears by Seokjin when he asked that. He quickly rectified his concern. "I mean I'm not going to ask anything from you. We can reach for an agreement by mutual understanding, right?"

Seokjin scoffed at the answer. He didn't know whether Namjoon is being genuinely naïve or it was a mere façade. Nevertheless, Seokjin has to make sure that this marriage wouldn't be manipulated by Namjoon or his family. Seokjin can see the ulterior motives of his parent at their wedding yesterday. Seokjin had to be cautious with the upcoming as well to be prepared for something worst.

"You may say anything but I'm not sure about it in the future..." Seokjin sneered with an accusatory tone.

Namjoon gasped at the allegation, feeling humiliated. His eyes boring into Seokjin who seems unbothered at all. "I'm not that greedy..." he retorts.

Seokjin clicked his tongue and finally look at the younger. The glint in his eyes evidently shows his displeasure. "What about your family then?"

Namjoon's eyes widen at the mention of his family. "Wha - what?"

"Are you sure that none of your family members having their eyes on my wealth?" Seokjin asked venomously with a smirk on his face.

Namjoon grits his teeth in anger. "You have no right to -"

"What about your mother, then?" interrupt Seokjin as he can see the anger bubbling inside Namjoon's hazelnut eyes.

Namjoon was taken aback, blinking his eyes towards the older man. Namjoon's lips parted slightly to rebut the wrongful allegation about his family, about his mother particularly but for some odd reason - Namjoon couldn't manage to utter a single word.

Seokjin smirked. "Why? The cat got your tongue?" he sarcastically countered.

Namjoon has an urge to answer but was denied by Seokjin when he raises his hand in front of Namjoon's face - stopping the male from speaking any further. At the same time, the car makes a stop in front of a tall building. Seokjin climbed out of the car when the driver opened the door for him, leaving Namjoon frustrated at his high and mighty mien.

Namjoon scrutinized the tall and huge building, gulping in awe and nervousness. He rushed to walk beside Seokjin, ignoring the snickers by the said male. Seokjin doesn't highlight where they were heading, but Namjoon sticks to follow the man like a little duckling into the elevator.

Namjoon glanced at the acrylic signboard on the white wall when they arrived at level twenty of the building.

Jung & Co. Advocates & Solicitor.

It was cursively written in gold ink and looks exclusive. Namjoon holds his breath knowing that he needs to deal with a high-profile solicitor as well as the arrogant businessman Kim Seokjin at the same time today.

"Mr. Kim..."

They were welcomed by one of the staff of the firm. She wears a gorgeous black suit that looks fitted on her slim figure. The natural make-up accentuates her beauty further. Namjoon compliment the stunning look and her decorum.

"Mr. Jung is waiting for you in meeting room number one..." she said while she gestures at the room over the long corridor, situated at the end of it.

Seokjin curtly nods his head. "Thanks, Hae-in..." he said and walked towards the mentioned room. Namjoon bows his head slightly at the girl named Hae In before he goes in the same direction as Seokjin.

"Kim Seokjin!!" a brisque voice greets Seokjin inside the room before the tall and bright man envelopes Seokjin into a tight warm.

"Jung Hoseok..." Seokjin mumbled before he pushed the man slightly, being annoyed at his over-friendly behavior.

Jung Hoseok chided at the cold reaction before he whacked Seokjin's arm. "Well, congratulation on your wedding..." he said cheerfully.

Seokjin growled at the words and Hoseok chuckles in amusement. He purposely teased the said male, knowing exactly the truth about his marriage. Well, it's all over the news and social media. And he's one of the guests present at the chaotic ceremony. Never had the chance to congratulate him yesterday where the bedlam had broken loose.

Hoseok flickered his eyes on Namjoon, standing awkwardly behind Seokjin while his head dangled down to the floor. "Kim Namjoon-ssi?" he called.

Namjoon softly gasped at the mention of his name, quickly straightened his body before taking a ninety-degree bow to Hoseok. "Yes, I'm Kim Namjoon. Nice to meet you, sir..."

Hoseok laughs at his action and glanced at Seokjin who had a morose mood. He wiggled his brows playfully at his friend and Seokjin rolled his eyes in annoyance at his playful demeanor.

"Can we get straight to business?" Seokjin said with a stern voice. Obviously didn't want to delay the discussion anymore.

Hoseok clears his throat, pulling a serious face within a second, and instantly asked Seokjin and Namjoon to take a seat. Hoseok sits in front of the couple and brings a file forward. He flipped the file, examining the documents for about three minutes before he took out a set of agreements.

Hoseok pushed one copy to Seokjin and another copy to Namjoon. Hoseok had the extra copy with him for reference. "Both of you can read the agreement first and let me know if you want to add something or if you want to amend the existing clause..."

Namjoon's hand is shaking when he reached for the agreement. He reads the cover on top, saying it is a post-nuptial agreement with large and bold font. There were his name and Seokjin printed on it too.

Namjoon had a cold sweat as he flicked the cover to read the content inside of it. His throat feels dry and his breath is stuck on his nose. He tried to decipher all the gist of the contract, carefully go through one by one - afraid to miss something important.

Namjoon could feel his whole body trembling at every word engraved on the white paper. His breath hitched at a few clauses, and he thinks he needs further clarification on that.

"So, anything that both of you want to amend?" Hoseok asked after giving the couple the ample time to read the agreement.

Seokjin shakes his head. "Everything's fine for me. I just want to make it simple..."

"What about you, Namjoon?"

Namjoon swallowed hard as Hoseok was asking his opinion. His hand terribly shaking, and he needs to hide it under the desk when Hoseok and Seokjin were staring at him.

"Err... about - about the -"

"What is it? Do you want to ask for more compensation? Was it 100 million is not enough?" harrumphed Seokjin, eyes dagger-glared at the younger beside him.

Namjoon gasped at the accusation, shaking his head to deny. "No - no - I'm not - "

Seokjin clicked his tongue in vexation. "Then what? Is it about the matrimonial property? Do you want some shares of it? It's mine before our marriage so you have no right to claim it. Understand?" he further retorts, venom leeching out from his words.

Namjoon bites his lips at the wrongful allegation. There're some unshed tears in his eyes but he tried his best not to spill them in front of strangers. He needs to be strong so that Seokjin could not trample on his dignity whenever he pleased.

"Seokjin calms down and lets Namjoon speak first..." interferes Hoseok, a bit disturbed by Seokjin's viciousness against Namjoon. As advocates for both parties, Hoseok duties is to make sure that, both of them agreed with the terms and condition before sign the contract. It is vital for a party are not under duress when they entered into a contract. If not, the agreement will be void ab initio - to be treated as invalid from the outset.

Seokjin huffed in defiant and crossed his arms to his chest petulantly. He gives Hoseok a sharp stare but said nothing further as Hoseok squinted his eyes to make sure Seokjin is willing to concede for the time being.

"Don't worry, Namjoon-ssi. You can say whatever you want. If you have a question or are dissatisfied with any clause, we can discuss it further. It is important for you to understand and to agree with all the terms before you sign the agreement," explained Hoseok calmly.

Namjoon looks at the young advocates, feeling at ease when Hoseok gives him a genuine smile. Namjoon hesitantly glanced at Seokjin, noticing the grim expression he wore on his handsome face.

Namjoon then flipped the agreement once again and pointed at one clause timidly. Hoseok looks at the clause and immediately frowned.

"Clause 3?" Hoseok asked for a confirmation and Namjoon nodded in affirmation.

Seokjin eyeing the mentioned clause. Expiration. He silently read the bold letter.

"Can - can we change it to - to six months?" Namjoon proposed, voice so thin as he was afraid to hear Seokjin's reaction.

"What the -? Six months?" Seokjin yelled at the younger, bursting in anger at the ridiculous suggestion. His eyes were wide as he glared at Namjoon, making Namjoon cowered on his seat.

"Seokjin..." Hoseok gently reprimands his friend for his attitude towards Namjoon.

Namjoon bowed his head in fear and played with the hem of his sleeves nervously. He starts to sweat even though the room has a full blast of air-cond.

"Namjoon-ssi, may I know why you want to shorten the period?" Hoseok asked tactfully, didn't want to push the younger too hard.

Namjoon bites his lower lips as he remembered what his mother had told him yesterday. Hyuna will come back after six months so he doesn't need a year in a marriage without love with Seokjin. When Hyuna is here, Seokjin will surely go back to her. He didn't want to be the third person in their love story, and he wanted to end the marriage as soon as his sister comes back.

Namjoon is debating with himself whether he should tell Seokjin about Hyuna. The reason behind her running away from the marriage and her departure to Milan. But his mother's threat for him to keep it as a secret return to daunt him. Namjoon takes a deep breath before he starts to talk.

"I think six months is - is enough. Maybe - maybe noona will come back and - and Seokjin can be with her again. So - so..."

Namjoon wasn't able to complete his sentence when Seokjin slammed his hand on the top of the glass table. Namjoon jerked at the loud sound and blinked his eyes rapidly as he gapes at Seokjin bewildered.

"Who said I'm going to be with her again? Who the fuck said that I will forgive her and take her back as if nothing happens?"

Namjoon's eyes widen in shock at the declaration. Seokjin's face was red as he fumed with anger. He can hear his rough breath as his eyes on Namjoon like an eagle preying for food.

"Seokjin..." Hoseok called down, attempted to calm the angry man.

Seokjin growled at the warning, but his eyes never left the young man; now his husband. He clenched his teeth, taking a deep breath as he's holding himself from throwing a tantrum in Hoseok's firm. He doesn't want to stir some problem because he wanted the discussion to wrap up amicably.

But, Kim Namjoon. This young man keeps on testing his patience since yesterday. Nothing's good happened since they both had taken the vow. Everything was ruined by Hyuna and Seokjin still struggling with the fact that his first love had betrayed him ruthlessly. He wished for a peaceful life after the chaos by clearing all the mess and put everything right on track again.

He hates when someone ruined his plan. He hates to restart everything from square one. All his life, he always set his main objective and priority accordingly. He will make sure he managed to accomplish as planned, by hook or by crook. He won't tolerate any failure or obstacles. He will get rid of anything that comes to interfere with his plan.

"You, Kim Namjoon!" scowled Seokjin, finger pointed at Namjoon's face as he continues to grit his teeth.

Namjoon flinched.

"Whether you like it or not, you're my husband for one year. Not less than that nor more...Understand?!" he decisively states his verdict, doesn't bother if Namjoon agrees with it or not.

Namjoon lips trembled. "Bbut - "

Seokjin hissed, making the younger cower on his seat further. "I have an image to be taken care of, Kim Namjoon! Your stupid sister has the nerve to ruin my image and dignity, affected the good name of our family and company. Do you want the whole country to mock me again for a failed marriage after six months?" he questioned the said male with a harsh tone.

Namjoon remained in silence out of guilt and shame. Hyuna really had destroyed many lives by her selfish act. but still, he is confused.

What's the difference between six months and a year, though?

"At least a year..."

Namjoon perked at the lowered tone belong to Seokjin. The man looks more resolved than before, and his eyes glistened with untold pain. Namjoon's heart tightened at the view.

"You need to be patient for one year and then you're free to go, Namjoon-ssi. Just bear with me in the meanwhile..." Seokjin said. His tone sounded like he's requesting Namjoon's cooperation.

Is he begging him now?

Namjoon played with his fingers nervously, fidgeting on the chair. He looks at his reddened fingers, contemplating what to say to that man. "What - what if noona come back within that one year?" he asked timidly. His head still dangled down, doesn't dare to glance at Seokjin. Afraid to see his angry face.

Seokjin let out a low guttural voice at the mention of Hyuna's name for the umpteenth time. He couldn't comprehend the reason why Namjoon keeps on bringing his sister into the discussion.

"So, what if she's come back? I won't run to her neither I will forgive her. Whatever reason she's been doing this, I will never forgive and forget a traitor," stated Seokjin resolutely.

Namjoon sighed dejectedly. He tried to give the hint to Seokjin, but it seems the said male couldn't get the insinuation.

Is he stupid or what?

"Well, then both of you ready to sign the contract, right?" Hoseok chirped in when Seokjin and Namjoon managed to overcome their differences. He beamed at the two to lessen the tension in the room even though his heart was racing when Seokjin lost his temper just now. Friend or not, if Seokjin really lost his mind he will not hesitate to call the police. No one is above the law.

Seokjin nodded. "Yeah, I think Namjoon already understands the situation..." he answered and grabbed the agreement again, flipping the paper on the signing page.

Namjoon frowned and pouted his lips. "I never said that..." he mumbled.

Seokjin squints his eyes to the younger in irritation.

Namjoon gulped at the piercing gaze. "Can - can we discuss the alimony?" asked Namjoon.

Seokjin raised one of his brows. Oh! Now the real deal, huh?

Hoseok let out a nervous laugh. "Well, Namjoon. Do you want to discuss the amount? I think it is negotiable..." he said and turn his head towards Seokjin for confirmation. "Right, Seokjin?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes but later hummed lazily.

Namjoon quickly shakes his head at the idea. "No - not the amount..." he denied promptly.

Seokjin and Hoseok share a suspicious glance before Seokjin asked, "Then what is it?"

Namjoon clears his throat. "I - I don't think that - that I need the alimony..."

A loud gasped echoed in the room and Namjoon's flickered between Seokjin and Hoseok.

"Are you serious, Kim Namjoon-ssi?"

Namjoon tilted his head towards Seokjin and gives him a firm nod. "The money is too much for me. And - and everything happens because of noona so - so I don't think I will be worthy of the money..." he explained.

Seokjin's lips parted in aw shuck, staring at Namjoon incredulously. He was about to say something, trying to deride such a façade but deep down in his heart, he can see the honesty behind those words. The innocence on his face is evidently shown and how his eyes look intently back at him with a glint.

"So, what's your opinion on this, Seokjin?" asked Hoseok, cutting off Seokjin's trance.

Seokjin exhaled deeply. "Well, just leave the clause as it is..."

"But - "

Seokjin quickly raised his hand to stop Namjoon from protesting. "You can take the money if you want or give it to someone else. I don't care. But the alimony is the remuneration I paid for you to pretend as my husband," he simplified his reasoning.

Namjoon's mouth agape at the description and feeling humiliated as if he was paid to be the fake husband.

Kim Seokjin! What an obnoxious man!

"No need to argue more and just sign the contract, Namjoon-ssi. Remember one thing. You're doing this because your sister has ruined my life. This is the only way for you to compensate me!"

Seriously, Namjoon wants to choke this man! He wants to throw the paper to Seokjin's face and screamed that he has no obligation to pay for someone's misdeed. Not even his sister. He wants to shout to everyone that he never wanted to marry Kim Seokjin. He has no desire for his wealth nor his money at all. Namjoon just wants his life back!

Namjoon let out another exasperated sigh. The image of his parent flashed in front of his eyes. The shame that his parent has to face because of his sister. Namjoon didn't want to disappoint his parent again. He's doing this because of his father. And his mother. Sadly but true, he loves his mother so much, and maybe by sacrificing his life, he will gain her love too someday. 

Maybe. Can he get the love he desires? From his mother and... 

Namjoon shakes his head at the ridiculous thought, amused at his impossible dream. This thought had far to travel from some unused, deep-down quagmire of the heart, but it came.

Namjoon sneaked on Seokjin as the man put his signature. Namjoon took the contract, reading the clause once again before he carefully laid the contract on the table. Namjoon's hands were shaking when he lifts the black pen and his heart is beating so hard inside his ribcage. With a trembling hand, he slowly endorsed his signature onto it.

Here goes my life...

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Present day...

Namjoon glanced at his phone on the top of the table for a second and his heart immediately skipped a bit. Reading the name of the caller, making him feels jittery on the seat. The adrenaline over signing the post-nuptial agreement hasn't left his body yet, and now he starts to have a cold sweat again.

The screen light up and Namjoon shuddered when he saw the number of notifications.

66 missed calls. 102 unread messages.

Namjoon's eyes peered over Seokjin and Hoseok, standing not far from him – discussing about something. Both look so serious, and he wonders what they were talking about. Namjoon hoped he wasn't the main topic in their conversation. At the thought, his heart feels uneasy and nervous.

Another vibration came, Namjoon's flinched. He peeped over the screen and choked at the new message notification. His hand is shaking as he clenched his phone and slide the message to read.

Answer the fucking phone, Kim Namjoon! –  Yoongi

Namjoon could hear the grimness of the message. He also can imagine the grumpy face belongs to Yoongi and how hard the said male hitting the screen while he typed the message. He might be cursing few words while doing it before he sends out the message in an ultimatum.

Since his marriage vows yesterday, Namjoon hasn't talked to Yoongi. Yet. Looking at how many missed calls and unread messages were left by the elder, Namjoon could assume that Yoongi must have learned about his shotgun marriage.

Well, it is expected though since Kim Seokjin is well known in South Korea as the infamous businessman. And the fact that Yoongi also has the knowledge that he attended his noona's wedding yesterday. But no one ever foresees that he is the one who will tie the knot with the prominent CEO of Kim's Corp.

Namjoon scrolls the unread messages fast, having goosebumps each time he reads them.

Is it true? You're married to Kim Seokjin?

Why the fuck you married that jerk?

Namjoon! Answer the fucking phone! Are you avoiding me?

Where the hell is  Hyuna ? Why were you replacing her?

Is this some kind of joke? Answer me, Kim Namjoon!

Tell me you did not marry your noona's boyfriend!

Is it your mother? Were you doing this because of her? That  motherfu ...

Namjoon, answer the phone, please.

Joon-ah. I'm worried about you. Just – just tell me that you're okay.

Joonie... Just call hyung when you are not busy, okay?

Joon... Let me know if you need help... Hyung will be here for you...

Namjoon takes a deep breath as his eyes were stung with unshed tears. He didn't want to have a breakdown here. Not in front of Seokjin and Hoseok. Yoongi is worried about him and starts to lose his mind because of him. Namjoon knows how much Yoongi cares about him. He needs to clarify everything to Yoongi. He didn't want Yoongi to get the wrong idea and think that he purposely avoiding him.

Maybe, Yoongi can help him with the whole situation. He needs someone to talk about it and Yoongi is the right person to do so. Despite his blunt personality, Yoongi always has a soft spot for him. Namjoon can depend on the elder to share his problems all these years.

"Let's go..."

Namjoon's short trance was impeded by the stern voice belong to his newly wedded husband. Namjoon looked up at the male and notice the grim expression on the handsome face. Why he always looks so serious? Namjoon thought to himself.

Seokjin notices the redness on the eyes of the younger, frowning questionably. When Namjoon rose from the chair, the morose mood descended upon him and Seokjin wondered what makes the younger look sadder than before.

"Once the agreement is stamped and registered, I'll send the copies to you..." Hoseok stated.

Seokjin turned his head towards his lawyer and insightly nodded. They share a brief handshake before Hoseok escorting the two exiting the firm. Seokjin and Namjoon stayed silent in the elevator as they went down to the lobby. Seokjin keeps on sneaking glances at the younger while Namjoon's eyes fixated over his phone.

Namjoon let out a few shuddering sighs, debating with himself whether he should call Yoongi or just go to their shared apartment and meet with the elder there. He is afraid to face the male, knowing that Yoongi surely will chastise him for his foolish decision.

Seokjin stepped out from the elevator when they arrived at the lobby. The door almost shut down when he discovered that Namjoon was still lost in his thought. Seokjin chided in bitterness and put his hand over the metal door barely before it's been closed.

"Are you going to stay here, Namjoon-ssi?" Seokjin scorned.

Namjoon's jerked at the severity of the voice and realized that they were in the lobby already. Namjoon chews his lower lips in shame, marching out from the elevator as he averted the piercing gaze of Seokjin. His face feels warm, and a pink hue was tinged over his chubby cheeks.

"Sorry..." he murmured slowly but still audible to Seokjin.

Seokjin huffed in irritation and quickly walked out of the building without waiting for the younger. He can hear the small strides of the younger behind him but pay no heed to it.

Namjoon anxiously glanced at Seokjin beside him, minding his own business – browsing on something over his phone with a stony face. Namjoon flipping his phone up and down, feeling how the sweat over his palm had makes the phone slippery in his hand.

He want to ask a favour from the said male. But he's too scared to utter a word. Afraid that Seokjin will get mad at his request. But the more he tried to ignore the buzzing of his phone, the more Namjoon is fidgeting. He bounced his legs apprehensively, thinking deeply about how he want to initiate the conversation.

"Stop doing it!"

Namjoon flinched at the harshness over Seokjin's voice. He slowly turned his head to look at the male and let out a small gasp when he meets with Seokjin's glares. "Wha – what?" he stammered.

Seokjin squinted his eyes in irritation. "Stop moving your legs like that. It's disturbing and I can't concentrate on my works..." he snickered.

Namjoon locked his lips, heads dangled down staring at the carpeted floor of the car. Then he heard how the elder makes a chided sound. Namjoon bits his inner cheek, refraining himself from saying anything stupid at that moment. Didn't want to provoke Seokjin further.

"What is it?"

Namjoon's head quickly snapped towards Seokjin, brows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "I notice how you keep looking at your phone at Hoseok's office. And you're acting as if you want to ask something from me..." he ratified his observation on Namjoon's odd behaviour.

Namjoon's front teeth bite his lower lips, considering whether he should ask Seokjin or not. He steals a glance at his newly wedded husband, noticing his even now morose mood.

"Just shoot whatsoever you want to ask, Kim Namjoon-ssi. I didn't have the time to play a mind game with you right now..." Seokjin said malevolently with no empathy in his heart.

Namjoon gulped before taking a deep breath to calm himself as he spills his words without hesitation. "I want to go home!"

Seokjin's thick and black brows curled questionably at the younger's demand. "Of course, we're heading there. Do you think I'm going to bring you with me to the office?" he taunted.

Namjoon shakes his head immediately. "No – no that's not what I meant..." he refuted.

Seokjin dagger glared at Namjoon, making the younger cower on his seat – and he looks like a scared puppy with his big glassy eyes ogling back at him. Those hazelnut orbs glistening beautifully, almost captivating before Seokjin managed to hurl away the unsettling thought.

Namjoon was squirming, fiddling with his clammy fingers nervously. "I – I want to go back to my house – and – "

"NO!"

Namjoo's eyes instantly widen at the refusal, looking at Seokjin bewildered. "But –"

"Don't you read the contract, Namjoon-ssi? Which part of the agreement that you didn't understand? It's clearly stated that, as long as you're married to me, you must live with me. That's mean, you're going to stay at my house..."

Namjoon huffed in desperation at Seokjin's audacious attitude without giving him the chance to explain himself. His intention wasn't what was Seokjin was thinking. Namjoon feels disappointed at the elder's behaviour.

"Please, Seokjin-ssi. It's not what you're thinking right now. What I meant was I want to go home to take my belongings. I don't even have a single shirt with me to wear. Even this outfit is your courtesy..." he said exasperatedly.

Seokjin's lip separated at the explanation. He want to say something, something that may sound like an apology but he's too proud of himself to enunciate those word. Instead, "Whatever. I'll drop you then..." he retorted with a void of emotion.

Namjoon coughed at the offer. "No!" he almost screamed out his refusal before he realized that he's exaggerating.

Seokjin pried over the younger, staring at him questionably. His face remains stoic as he crossed his arms to his chest.

Namjoon stroked the back of his neck, a bit flustered at his own action. "I – I can go by myself. I don't want to bother you..." he said impishly.

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "I'll drop you at your house..." he said determinedly.

Namjoon told the driver the address unwillingly after Seokjin scowled at him, making his big eyes a bit scary. Namjoon didn't utter a word along the journey and Seokjin also keeps himself busy over his phone. Namjoon wondered what kind of works had been done by the elder through the small gadget. He looks so serious and dedicated.

And his message to Yoongi, saying that he is on the way home hasn't been read or replied by Yoongi. It makes his anxiety spiked on each second – wondering whether Yoongi is mad at him after leaving tons of messages and missed calls.

When they arrived at his shared apartment with Yoongi, Namjoon's body trembled in fear. He's contemplating whether he should get out of the car or just asked the driver to leave the place. By doing that, of course, it will do nothing good to him too. Seokjin surely will scold him for being ungrateful and difficult.

Namjoon sighed for the umpteenth time. He climbed out of the car and standstill in front of the apartment complex with a mixture of emotions. He looks up at the seven-storey building, gnawing his lower lips when his eyes fixated on the fourth floor, where his and Yoongi's apartment was situated.

"Let's go!"

Namjoon almost jumped in surprised. His eyes widen and his lips parted in aw shuck when he saw Seokjin standing beside him. "Wha – what?"

Seokjin sneered at the younger. "What are you waiting for? Lead us to your apartment so we can take your belonging as fast you can!"

Namjoon furrowed further. "But – but I thought you're only dropping me here..."

"Do you think it's safe for you to roam around now? Do you realize that wherever you go, the media follow you everywhere? They will try to find anything that can bring you down – bring me down, do you even think about that?" Seokjin urged, voice brusque while he dagger-glared at his husband.

Namjoon bites his lips harder, eventually being aware of the current situation he was in. He couldn't think right because he's too worried about Yoongi and his reaction when he's going to meet with him at any second.

Namjoon takes a step back when Seokjin moves forward, intimidated at his sudden action. A loud gasp escaped his parted lips when Seokjin grabbed his forearm, in a bruising grip. His eyes quiver as he gapes at Seokjin; shell shocked.

Seokjin neared the gap between them, stoop a bit to Namjoon's ear and whispered silently. "Let's go. There are reporters nearby..."

Namjoon holds his breath at the proximity and how his neck can feel the fervour of Seokjin's breath. Namjoon's body jerked when Seokjin forcefully hauled him into the building. Namjoon tried to balance his lanky body, almost stumble but Seokjin managed to alleviate his body by draping his arm on his back – near to his waist. Namjoon's face turns to crimson red and he prayed that Seokjin didn't notice the changes.

"Err...Seokjin-ssi?" Namjoon mumbled as they both ride the elevator to the fourth floor where his apartment was. His head was dangled down to the floor as he is anxious to look at Seokjin.

Seokjin hummed but didn't have the intention to look at the younger too.

"I don't think that – that the reporter can see us in here..." Namjoon said almost whispering.

Seokjin raises one of his brows at the saying, a bit confused as to why Namjoon had said that. "So?"

Namjoon clears his throat before he proceeds. "You – you can let me go, you know..." he steals a glance at Seokjin and at the same time Seokjin's turn his head to look at the younger.

Seokjin's forehead creased in confusion, but his eyes follow to where Namjoon's eyes lingered. Seokjin eyes widen realizing that his hand was still on Namjoon's waist. As if he had touched something hot, he yanked his hand reflectively.

Namjoon turned his head to the side, hiding his embarrassment while Seokjin just pretends to cough a couple of times. The awkwardness between the two getting more intense as the two were trapped in the elevator.

Namjoon let out a relieved sigh when the elevator dinged, and the metal door opened on the fourth floor. He quickly gets out from there and he pouted when he heard how the older man scoffed at his attitude. But Namjoon didn't want to indulge in it too much. Not when he is now standing in front of his apartment door.

Seokjin stands beside Namjoon, waiting for the said male to punch the passcode to the apartment. He glanced at Namjoon, noticing how jittery he is, and his hands were shaking when he lifts the lid to the passcode button. Seokjin pretending to look somewhere else when the younger pressed the button, didn't want to invade his privacy.

However, Namjoon only managed to press on the second number when the door suddenly wide open and he sucks a deep breath as he saw the figure in front of him – peering over him with his feline eyes.

"Hyu –"

"Yah, Kim Namjoon! What the fuck have you done???!!" Yoongi shouted angrily.

Namjoon was thunderstruck to answer and then Yoongi's eyes shift toward Seokjin in animosity evidently shown on his face. "Why the hell is he here?" he blasts his anger towards Seokjin unsympathetically.

Seokjin scoffed at the rude male. "I'm Kim Seokjin, Namjoon's husband..." Seokjin said with a smirk, aimed to provoke his opponent.

Yoongi almost spat at the stranger's face. "Husband my ass! As far as I'm concerned till yesterday you were about to marry his sister! How the hell he's married to someone despicable like you?"

"We're legally married!" refute Seokjin while he picked Namjoon's hand and show off the ring on Namjoon's slender finger. "Let the fact sink on your small brain properly!" he went on, venom leeching out from his voice.

Yoongi gritted his teeth in annoyance at the audacity before he turns his head towards Namjoon. He grabbed Namjoon's arm, pulling the younger into the house. Namjoon stumbles on his feet, looking back to see Seokjin as the elder is outraged at Yoongi's action.

Seokjin entered the house with anger building through his entire body and forcefully pull out Namjoon from the grip of the shorter male. Namjoon squeezed shut his eyes as he feels exasperated at the ridiculous situation.

"What the hell?" Yoongi hissed at the stranger, also known as Namjoon's husband; Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin's piercing gaze penetrated into Yoongi as his jaws tensed. "You have no right to touch him!"

"You two, please... I'm – "

Namjoon couldn't finish his sentence as his heart makes a leap. He couldn't do anything because it was too fast for him to react in time. His scream resonated in the living room when Seokjin's body dive onto the floor. His eyes widen in horror when he saw Yoongi is hovering above him – his left hand clutching his collar and his right hand hanging on the air; fisted tightly after he had punched Seokjin just now.

Yoongi clenched his teeth in anger, gawking at the male, now Namjoon's husband furiously. "What the fuck did you do to Namjoon?" he spats in wrath.

"Who the hell are you?" retaliates Seokjin boldly even though he had been knocked by the petite male. It is shameful for him to be taken down by someone smaller like the latter male. However, Seokjin is confident that if they are going to fight, his larger frame will be an advantage.

"I'm his best friend!"

"I'm his husband!"

Yoongi lifted higher his right hand once again for a second blow. Namjoon runs in the direction of the two to stop the fight. It's happened in a flash, — before he could catch his breath, Yoongi swings his fist towards Seokjin's handsome face, Seokjin gasped in shock, bedlam had broken loose.

"Hyung!!!"

"Namjoon!!"

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A few months ago...  

Seokjin rolled his eyes in boredom. He sips in tiny of his red wine as his gaze wanders around the dimly lit room. Even though he is a businessman who needs to expand his social circle, Seokjin despises this type of event. He’s an introvert and didn’t have the enthusiasm to meet new people. However, giving him the responsibility of running his multimillion-dollar company; it is his job to meet and greet all types of people. Just to find a good business prospect. 

"At least smile a bit..."  

Before he chided in annoyance, Seokjin turned his head to see who was speaking. "You know how much I hate this, Hoseok..." 

Hoseok mocked his friend, "No doubt!" And laugh amusedly.  

"How long do I need to be here?" Seokjin inquired.   

Hoseok shrugged. “Maybe another two hours...” he simply said.  

Seokjin groaned. “Damn!” 

Hoseok laughed once more. "All you have to do is be patient. You only need to wait for the launch to begin before greeting the designer. After that, you can jump into your Lambo like a flash.” 

“This is not my cup of tea...” Seokjin gushed. 

"Not your kind of tea but someone tho..." Hoseok smirked as his gaze moved to the centre of the hall.   

Seokjin follows the gesture and sighs as he notices Taehyung conversing with a few people in the group. His face lit up with delight and he burst out laughing whenever someone said something amusing. What a social butterfly!  

Seokjin shakes his head while sipping his wine. "I don't get Mr Choi's obsession with this fashion show. He didn't even work in this field. And the fact that I'm here just to impress him is ridiculous!"  

Hoseok snickered at the complaint. “Well, you’re the one that wanted to be a businessman though...” 

Seokjin fixed his gaze on his friend. "Whatever Hoba..." 

Hoseok chuckles. “Just wait until the highlight of the night. Then we can talk about the project with Director Lee for a minute or two before you can flee from this place..." he said. 

Seokjin hummed in agreement, knowing that this is the price he need to pay for being a successful businessman running a big company with multimillions profits and tons of high-end projects.  

Seokjin was about to get another wine glass when someone beat him up and grabbed the glass he was aiming for. “Hey, that’s -” his voice became stuck in his throat where his eyes fixated on the silhouette. Seokjin gasped as his eyes widen in awe.   

“Ah, sorry. Mine!” the velvety voice said in mischief as beautiful adorned on her face. 

“It’s - it’s okay...” Seokjin stuttered. He clears his throat in embarrassment when he can see how Hoseok raised his brows questionably. Seokjin ignored the smirk of his best friend.   

That beautiful lady with a mole on the side of her cheek giggles. And Seokjin nearly died of a heart attack. That’s the most beautiful sound he ever heard in his life. It's a little exaggerated, but that's how his brain interpreted it.   

"Seokjin..." he said, extending his hand.   

The lady raised her brows in wonder before she clutched the veiny hand. "Hyuna…” 

Seokjin gave a cheshire cat grin. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady…"   

Hyuna giggled at the flirtatious remarks. “Well, same goes to you, Seokjin-ssi!” 

Hoseok interrupts the two by clearing his throat. "Hoseok..." he said, raising his wine glass in salute. When he notices Seokjin's eye-roles, he hides his smile behind the glass. 

"All right, Hyuna-ssi. What brought you here?" Seokjin inquired with interest. 

Hyuna smile proudly. "I'm the new face for Loewe…"  

"Ah, I can see why," Seokjin said, complimenting the beauty. His gaze wandered through her flowy floral white gown. Looks simple yet elegant. She is looking like an angel that had descended from heaven. Seokjin absolutely been star-struck by the beauty.  

Hyuna’s face blushed at the blatant flirtatious remark. She barely hides the redness over her face as she covered her mouth and giggles shyly. “Thanks,” she said softly while she tucked her long hair behind her ears.  

"So, I bet you've met our new ambassador, Seokjin-ssi…" 

Hwang Eon Pil, the owner of fashion magazine company The InTrend, approached the three with a wide smile. Seokjin's gaze followed the movement of the said man as he stood beside Hyuna and placed his hand on her tiny waist. Seokjin frowned at the brusqueness. He then noticed Hyuna's uneasy expression as he looked at her. 

"Certainly, Mr. Hwang. We only have a brief introduction before you arrive," Hoseok explained. 

"Really? Well, I had planned to introduce Hyuna to both of you, especially you Seokjin-ssi..." With a grin, Hwang said.  

Seokjin raised his brows and scoffed at the sly remark. "I thought I've been invited for a straight business talk…" he snarked. 

Hwang laughed at the sinister response, but never took it personally. He's already aware of how cold the Kim is. It’s been a well-known fact that Kim Seokjin is not an easy man to entertain. Some blamed it on his arrogant and self-centred attitude. Hwang, on the other hand, thought it was just a young blood who wanted to rule the world with his childish demeanour.   

"I never said it wasn't, Seokjin-ssi. Hyuna is also a part of the business..." Hwang elaborated.   

Seokjin hummed in sceptical, knowingly know the game-played by Hwang. Infuriating but intriguing.  

"I'd like to introduce you not only to our new ambassador, but also to the project's spokesperson. Hyuna will be involved with the progress of the advertising and marketing of our brand launching. As such, you and Hyuna will be working together…” Hwang further explained.   

Seokjin’s brows furrowed. “An ambassador to get her hand in this project? Isn’t that too auspicious?” he argued.   

Hyuna rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Well, just so you know, I graduated with a Business Management degree. So, I know everything that I ought to know to make sure the campaign is successful…” she defended herself at the unnecessary criticism.  

Hearing the answer, Seokjin smirked. "Knowing and having the skill are not the same thing, Hyuna-ssi. I have every right to demand the best team for a project that I have invested nearly KRW1 billion. This is a global endorsement. Don't you agree?"  

Hyuna clenches her teeth, enraged by the statement. "I must say, no one talks about money more than people who have too much of it. Do not speak well of yourself if you want people to think well of you..." she sneered, venom leeching from her voice. 

Seokjin stared at Hyuna, surprised by her clap-back response. He couldn't believe someone had the audacity to act like that towards him. Despite his embarrassment at the insult, Seokjin couldn't help but be impressed by the elegant woman. Seokjin then burst out laughing, and Hyuna looked perplexed at the reaction. She expected Seokjin to make another derogatory remark about her. Looking at the handsome man, she raised her brows in question.   

Seokjin's laughter faded as he locked his gaze on Hyuna. "I apologize for being impolite. I may be a bit harsh with the comment, but I have no intention of offending anyone here. Especially someone as beautiful as you," Seokjin stated, flirtatiously. And when Seokjin noticed the flush on Hyuna's prominent cheekbone, he was amazed at how the colour made her beautiful face glow.  

Hyuna hides her flushed face behind her glass, pretending to sip the remaining champagne while her gaze is drawn to Seokjin's handsome face. Then she upped her game to compete with Seokjin. "You are not less, Seokjin-ssi..." she compliments with confiden 

Seokjin accepted it with a cheerful smile. "Well, thanks for pointing out the obvious," he joked.  

Hyuna laughs at his arrogance.   

"Ah, well I think it goes well with you two..." Hwang intervenes as he observes the two's interaction. He was a little nervous at first because of the commotion, but the two just strung out a good vibe in the end.   

Seokjin cast a quick glance at Hwang before moving on to Hoseok, whose face is adorned with a meaningful smile. He rolled his eyes at his friend and Hoseok let out a soft chuckle.   

"Hyuna-ssi, working with Seokjin-ssi is a good opportunity for you to expand your skill and experience in this business. It will help you establish your good name in the industry and increase your chances of working with more brands and designers," Hwang added.   

Hyuna raised her brows in anticipation. Her gaze fixed on the charming man in front of her. Despite Seokjin's arrogance, the said man is undeniably attractive and capable of contributing to her in her career. A golden opportunity like this does not come along very often in life. It's up to Hyuna to seize it before it's too late.   

"I see what you're saying. I hope my previous rudeness does not diminish my worth, Seokjin-ssi. I'll show you my good and poised manner in the future," Hyuna said softly, her voice attuned, airy, and flirtatious.   

Seokjin laughs. He approaches Hyuna with a half-full champagne glass, gently tapping the glass on Hyuna's hand. The two exchanged a low tingle as their hearts fluttered for various reasons.   

Which later, in a short term of knowing each other, Seokjin confessed his feelings for Hyuna, and Hyuna seized the opportunity without hesitation. One step closer to the peak of success. She got the opportunity for her career while also finding herself a wealthy lover. A jackpot!  

As in a say; 

“She is but a woman of love and an unweathered rhapsody that is luminescent to the perilous, ill-natured, vile, self-seducing and grossly benighted world.”  

Kim Hyuna, she is.  

Present...  

"Namjoon!!"  

Yoongi shoved Seokjin aside and dashed over to Namjoon, who was now writhing in agony on the floor. It happened during a heated exchange in which he wanted to punch Seokjin. Yoongi, unaware that Namjoon was attempting to protect his husband, carelessly intervened to stop him. He swings his fist with all his might, but it never hits the target. Namjoon, on the other hand, became the unwilling victim of the fiasco.   

"Joon! Oh, my goodness!" Yoongi assisted the younger in sitting and gasped in shock when he noticed the bloodied cut at the end of his left brow. His glasses were thrown away nearby, a crack on one of it. Yoongi immediately knows the reason behind the wound. His stupid ring he always wear for a luck charm. Well, not so lucky now!  

"Damn it!!" Yoongi cursed to himself and dashed to the bathroom to retrieve the medical kit.   

Seokjin then knelt beside Namjoon, reluctant to touch his newly wedded husband. Namjoon hissed when he tried to blink his eyes open and covered his wound with his hand. He can smell the blood, scrunching his nose in disgust.   

"You shouldn’t interfere. It's dangerous to get in the way when people are fighting," Seokjin pointed out. 

Namjoon glanced at Seokjin. “And let both of you killed each other?” he spat.   

Seokjin took a deep breath. "It's not that serious -" 

Namjoon glared at the man, pulling his hand down and showing him the deep cut on his face. "Really?"   

Seokjin grimaced, feeling nauseous as he saw the trickle of blood. "Sorry..." he finally admitted the fault.  

Yoongi showed up with the box and carefully cleaned the wound. When Yoongi placed the medicine, Namjoon hissed, prompting the elder to apologize. Yoongi applied a small plaster to the wound to stop the bleeding.   

"He might need stitches to that..." suggests Seokjin, who can see the depth of the cut and the bruises that have formed around it.   

"No, there's no need for that. I'm fine," Namjoon refused, ignoring the pain around his eyes. He does, however, feel dizzy.   

Yoongi adds, "I agree with your so-called husband!"  

Seokjin snorted at the name.    

Namjoon shook his head, his round doe eyes fixed on Yoongi. "I don't wanna -"  

"I know, Joon. But it's too deep, and we need to make sure nothing serious is going on.  And we can discuss other matters later." Yoongi understands just how much the younger despises hospitals, but he insisted because he is concerned that the cut will become infected. 

Namjoon pouted in defeat and let Yoongi to help him to stand. He was wobbling a bit and gasped when someone grabbed his waist.   

“Careful!”   

Seokjin's deep voice sent shivers up his spine. "Thank - thank you..."  

"Let me help you!" Yoongi said this as he pushed Seokjin's hand away from Namjoon's waist.  He sneered, "Don't touch him!" 

"He's my husband!" Seokjin resisted by grabbing Namjoon's arm.  

Yoongi drew Namjoon over to the other side. "He's my friend!"   

"Stop fighting! You both make my head hurt!" Namjoon sighed in frustration, his headache killing him. He won't be dealing with the two immature adults right now.   

"Sorry Joon!" Yoongi responds quickly while looking at Seokjin with a dagger-glare. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes in irritation. "Childish!" he exclaimed.   

"You-" 

“Please stop! If not, I'm not going to the hospital!" threatened Namjoon. 

“Sorry Joon...Let’s go!” 

Yoongi and Seokjin continue to argue with their eyes as they assist Namjoon in walking to the car. Namjoon ignores them, his heart racing as he considers the possibility that his wound will be stitched. He got goosebumps just thinking about the sharp needle. He hates hospital.   

The past experience is enough to make him traumatize.   

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The past...

Namjoon was six years old, full of energy and excitement as he played hide and seek with his older sister, Hyuna. As Hyuna counted to ten, Namjoon frantically searched for the perfect hiding spot. He dashed around the house, looking for a place where he could outsmart his sister and emerge victorious. He can imagine Hyuna's sulking and pouting at him.

His eyes lit up when he spotted the small storeroom at the back of the house. Namjoon's heart raced with anticipation as he quickly made his way towards it. He reached out and grasped the doorknob, giving it a gentle tug. To his relief, the door swung open easily. Namjoon smiled to himself, thinking he had found the perfect hiding spot.

Without hesitation, Namjoon slipped into the dimly lit storeroom and closed the door behind him. The room was cluttered with old boxes and dusty shelves, but Namjoon didn't mind. He found a small space on the floor and settled in, trying to stifle his giggles as he waited for his sister to find him. He was a bit scared being alone in the small space, but Namjoon convinced himself that it was just a few minutes before Hyuna came and found him there.

Minutes passed, and Namjoon's excitement grew as he listened to Hyuna's footsteps growing closer. He could hear her counting down from ten, her voice getting louder with each number. Then his sister started to call his name. "Namjoonie? Namjoonie? Where are you?"

Namjoon held his breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible. He holds his laughter, feeling excited and thrilled at the same time. Then he could not hear his sister's voice or her footsteps. Namjoon smiles widely, thinking Hyuna finally admitted her defeat. Namjoon pushed himself up and walked to the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud click as the door to the storeroom was locked from the outside. Namjoon's heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening. Panic set in as he jiggled the knob but to no avail. He pounded on the door, calling out to his sister for help. But there was no response.

"Noona!!! Noona!!! Help me! I'm here!!!" he screamed his lung out hoping for his sister to hear his pleas. Namjoon's mind raced with fear as he realized that someone had locked him in on purpose. Tears welled up in his eyes as he wondered who could have done such a cruel thing.

"Noona! Eomma!" Namjoon keeps calling the two. Hours passed, and Namjoon's cries for help went unanswered. The darkness of the storeroom pressed in on him, suffocating him with fear. He huddled in a corner, shivering in the cold, wondering if he would ever be found.

"Noona...Eomma...Appa..." his voice hoarse due to all the screaming. It's been too long for him to call for help but no one appears.

As the night dragged on, Namjoon's hope began to fade. He was hungry, tired, and terrified. He wished with all his heart that his family would come to rescue him. He was alone in the room, trapped in the dark and his whole body was shaking. He could not breathe when the used-to-be light was gone in a minute.

"Help..." He whispered.

As his vision turned gray-out and his body slipped down to the floor in exhaustion, Namjoon could hear someone talking in front of the door. Namjoon tried to reach with his hand, calling for help but his voice was stuck. Before his consciousness faded, Namjoon could hear the said person say to another. And his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

"Do not open the door until I said so! Let him die in there!"

Namjoon's eyes fluttered. "Eomma?"

And the world tilted.

The Present...

Namjoon didn't know whether the dream he had, was a phantasm or reality. But as he woke up with a short gasp and his shirt sticking to his body, he felt a cold sensation pressed to his forehead. Blinking his eyes open, he found himself in a dimly lit room with the curtains drawn shut, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night outside.

As he tried to gather his thoughts and piece together what had happened, a voice interrupted his confusion.

"How do you feel?" Seokjin's voice was steady and calm, but Namjoon couldn't help but flinch at the sound. Turning his head to the side, he saw Seokjin sitting in a chair beside the bed, looking at him with a concerned expression.

Namjoon's frown deepened as he struggled to remember what had led him to this moment. The last thing he could recall was a sense of unease, a feeling of being lost in a world that no longer made sense.

"I... I don't know," Namjoon finally muttered, his voice hoarse from sleep. "What happened?"

"You had a nightmare," he explained gently. "You were thrashing around in your sleep, so I came to check on you."

Namjoon's heart skipped a beat at Seokjin's words, a bit grateful for his kind act even though he was mad at him and his family. "Thank you," Namjoon whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seokjin handed him a few pills and a glass of water. "Take your medicine. I think you have a slight fever because of the wound. I asked the doctor already and he said it's a common symptom and advised you to take a good rest..." he said.

Namjoon took the medicine and gulped it with the water in one go. "What's time, is it?" he asked.

Seokjin looks at his watch. "It's eleven, almost midnight."

Namjoon softly gasped realizing he had been sleeping for hours. He rubbed his temple to ease the pain and his body still feels lethargic even after sleeping so much. His body is warm, and Namjoon contorts at the stickiness of his shirt.

"I need – I need to take a bath..." he said.

Seokjin hummed in agreement. "Just make sure you didn't wet your wound..." he reminded.

Namjoon nodded his head and carefully slid down from the bed. Namjoon shrieked when his body swayed dangerously before a pair of hands managed to catch him. Namjoon looked up and met Seokjin's frown face. His cheeks tinted with pink hue as he realized the closeness between them.

"Thank - thank you..." Namjoon stuttered.

Seokjin clears his throat before he slowly lets go of Namjoon, silently making sure the said male is stable enough to stand on his own. Seokjin watched his movement until his body disappeared behind the door.

Seokjin huffed before he slumped onto the chair. He combed his hair to the back in frustration as he was evaluating his demeanor towards Namjoon just now. He wasn't supposed to treat him that good, but Namjoon was hurt because of him. He tried not to feel guilty about it, but his conscience wouldn't let him do so.

Seokjin remembered when he entered the room just now, looking at how peaceful Namjoon was sleeping on the bed. He was a bit annoyed at first and wanted to wake him up. But when he got closer, he noticed how tense his body and his mouth were saying something incoherently.

A nightmare? Seokjin thought to himself. He then noticed how Namjoon's shirt was wet and he was sweating furiously. "Namjoon?" he called the younger. But Namjoon continues to say something in his sleep.

"Hel - help..."

Seokjin furrowed as he could not listen properly. He bends down to hear it once again.

"Hel - help me. Please..."

Seokjin frowned at the pleas, looking at Namjoon's face for a second. He's writhing in his sleep, looking restless and bothered. Seokjin then tapped on his shoulder a few times to wake him up and jerked when Namjoon's eyes widened with a sharp gasp. He looked so lost, and Seokjin didn't want to probe further questions.

Seokjin wonders what kind of dream he had. It must be a scary one for him to react like that. He wanted to ask further but he knew he was not in a position to do that. Their current relationship doesn't give him the right to meddle with Namjoon's personal life.

Namjoon got out of the bathroom wearing the same shirt he had this morning. Seokjin looked at the younger and huffed before he pointed out a suitcase near the bed.

"I had my man to get your belongings at the apartment. And your friend packed it for you. So, I don't know whether it's enough or not for you," he said nonchalantly.

Namjoon turned to the side and sighed in relief to see his luggage. He opened the luggage and a small smile donned on his face as Yoongi knew what he needed the most. What he most appreciated was there're his few favorite novels were packed in the luggage. Being friends with him for more than ten years makes them know each other like an open book.

Seokjin stared at Namjoon judgmentally as he saw the smile and how his tiny dimple poked out from his cheeks. He strode to the bathroom and kind of slammed the door a bit harsher as a protest. He didn't know why he acted that way, but he was just annoyed for no reason. Something just irked him.

Namjoon jolted at the sound, staring at the closed door in confusion. A second later he sighed, realizing that Seokjin hated Yoongi and maybe he was still mad for what had happened this morning. Namjoon makes use of the time to change into his sleepwear. His body feels refreshed after the shower with a hint of slight exhaustion.

Namjoon took one of his books and moved to the couch nearby. He stretched his long legs, lying down comfortably before starting to read from where he had left behind. Reading is one of his hobbies that can make his heart feel at ease. He needs it to distract him from all the negative thoughts of today.

Namjoon flinched when he heard something, turned his head, and saw Seokjin standing not so far from him in his pajamas, holding a towel in his hand. Namjoon frowned before he looked at the floor. Seokjin's handphone lying on it unceremoniously.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Seokjin bit his lower lips and pointed at Namjoon. "Aren't you sick to wear – to wear something like that?" he then asked, bewildered.

Namjoon scowled and looked at his sleepwear. There's nothing wrong with it. A white shirt and black shorts but not that short. He always wears it to sleep, because it's comfortable and Namjoon tends to feel hot in the middle of the night.

Namjoon sighed and shrugged, "What's wrong with it? It's just what I wear to bed, and I feel fine already."

Seokjin shook his head, "It's just... I don't know. It looks..." he paused, searching for the right word, "...a bit revealing." Seokjin ran his eyes on Namjoon's exposed thigh, swallowing at how his tanned skin looked so soft and intimidating. He can see how the muscles flex when Namjoon moves his legs. Seokjin holds his breath at the view.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, "Revealing?"

Seokjin coughed. "I mean – well I mean you're still sick so – so I think you shouldn't wear shorts. You know –"

Namjoon frowned further. "I feel fine. Thanks for your concern..."

Seokjin huffed at the stubbornness and refused to argue with the younger at the odd hour. His body feels lethargic, and he needs a good rest for tomorrow's meeting. Seokjin hooked the wet towel nearby and went to the bed.

He pulled the blanket up to his waist before he stopped and looked at Namjoon; drowned in his book again. "Aren't you going to sleep?" he asked irritably.

Namjoon turned his head. "What?"

"I have a meeting tomorrow, so I need to sleep now..." Seokjin said.

Namjoon nodded. "Okay."

Seokjin was bewildered when Namjoon didn't move from the couch. Instead, he flipped another page of his book and continued to read as if it were nothing. "Kim Namjoon!" he called a bit loudly.

Namjoon furrowed. "Yes?"

"I said I need to sleep now!"

"Okay? I'll read this for a while..."

Seokjin grits his teeth in anger. "Are you that stupid, Namjoon?"

Namjoon's lips parted in aw shuck. "Wha - what?"

"Put down the book and come here, sleep!" commands Seokjin as he smacks the side of the bed harshly.

"Hah??"

"Damn it!" Seokjin brushed his thick hair to the back, looking at the younger in annoyance. "If you think you can read the book with a light on, you are wrong Kim Namjoon. I need my sleep now and you must sleep too..."

Namjoon's eyes widen as he stares back at Seokjin, glancing at the space beside Seokjin and then back to Seokjin again. "Sleep there?" he asked innocently.

Seokjin squinted at the younger? "Then where do you expect you will sleep?"

Namjoon gulped. "Here?" he answered while gesturing to the couch where he was.

Seokjin groaned. "Don't be ridiculous. Do you want people in this house to talk about us? About me? Even the walls have ears, Kim Namjoon-ssi. Besides Taehyung and Mr Lee, I never trust anyone else. So, you better move your ass here!"

Namjoon held his breath and slammed the book hastily. He awkwardly walked to the bed, feeling embarrassed while Seokjin threw a dagger glare at him. He sat on the edge of the bed; his heart was hammering inside his ribcage.

He can hear the rustling of the blanket when Seokjin lies down on the bed. Namjoon swallowed hard and took his place on the side, giving his back to Seokjin. Namjoon gasped in horror when Seokjin switched off the lamp and the room turned into a pit of darkness.

Namjoon curled himself in fear and his eyes wandering around the darkness but nothing to see. "Seok - Seokjin-ssi?" he whispered.

Seokjin growled.

"Can you – can you at least turn one of the lights?" he asked.

Seokjin chided at the request. "I can't sleep with the light on! Go to sleep, Namjoon!"

Namjoon bites his lips. Namjoon dragged the blanket over his head, hiding himself as he curled himself further. He could feel how his body started to sweat but Namjoon squeezed shut his eyes. He counted the sheep in his mind, from one to an indefinite number; until he fell into the abyss of a nightmare; a phantasm — something that only appears to exist.

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The Past...  

Seokjin's love for Hyuna was endless. From the way she twirled her hair when she was deep in thought to the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her dreams, he was captivated by her every move. She was the epitome of beauty, elegance, and ambition, everything he had ever dreamed of in a partner. Hyuna had a playful side too, always making him laugh with her witty remarks and mischievous grin. 

As a successful businessman and a prominent figure in South Korea, Seokjin knew that Hyuna was the perfect match for him. They complemented each other in every way, with their personalities and goals aligning seamlessly. The first time Seokjin went to Hyuna’s house to seek permission to marry her, Seokjin was nervous. But when her father had greeted him politely, that’s when he knew Mr. Kim was one of his workers.  

Seokjin nervousness doubled up at the revelation, afraid that her father will not allow her daughter to marry him; then her mother had the say for everyone. Seokjin was glad that Mrs. Kim did not oppose their relationship and seems too excited to learn that Seokjin is the CEO of where her husband worked for. It’s a win for Seokjin.  

Hyuna left him to talk to her parents while she got ready for their dinner. Seokjin without further ado revealed his intention to propose Hyuna that night and asking for their blessing and permission. Mrs. Kim almost screamed at him, being zealously happy. Mr. Kim was hesitant for a moment, before Seokjin had convinced him that he really loved Hyuna and would like Hyuna to be his wife.  

“Hyuna is still a young and free-spirited girl...” Mr. Kim said. 

Seokjin smiles. “I know and I’m willing to support whatever she wanted to do in her life...” he said. 

Mr. Kim sighed. “I’m not sure...” 

“Honey, I think they are matured enough to make decision about this,” Mrs. Kim interrupted the conversation.  

Mr. Kim wanted to say something to rebut but Seokjin beat him first. “I promise you that I will love Hyuna all my life...” 

Mr. Kim stared at the young CEO with a conflicting feeling. He glanced at his wife and noticed the side eyes and her expression. Mr. Kim heaved, deep and long before he whispered a simple ‘ok’.  

Seokjin grinned at the words, thanking both countlessly until Hyuna appeared. Hyuna’s look at them with a questioning look, but Seokjin just grabbed her hand and said nothing so that his plan will not be spoiled. Hyuna raised her brows in confusion but decided not to ask anything. When she turned to her mother, she noticed the happiness on the face and Hyuna immediately knew that everything was all right.  

“Let’s go...” said Seokjin as he dragged Hyuna to his side. He bowed to the parents politely. 

They were about to leave the house when someone opened the front door. Seokjin frowned when he saw the familiar face but could not recall anything for now.  

“Seokjin-ssi?” 

A flash of memory where he met the tall male in a bookstore the last month appeared, and Seokjin’s lips parted in awe. “Namjoon-ssi?” 

Both were surprised to meet each other at an unexpected place. Namjoon’s eyes fixed on Seokjin’s hand glued with Hyuna. His heart skipped a beat at the view.  

“You know him?” Hyuna asked Seokjin nonchalantly.  

Seokjin nodded. “Ah, we met before in a book shop. Just a small talk then...” 

Namjoon tried to smile at the mentioned. “Wha - what are you doing here?” he asked in wonder.  

“He’s my boyfriend that I’ve told you before...” Hyuna answered instead with a smirk. 

Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock and looked at the two lovebirds in turn. Seokjin smiled at the statement and Namjoon can see how he tightened his hold on Hyuna’s. Hyuna took the chance to lean closer on to Seokjin while looking at Namjoon proudly. Namjoon’s almost heard the small crack on his heart, clenching his jaw in distress.  

“And Namjoon you are...” 

“He’s my younger brother,” Hyuna answered in a rush again.  

Seokjin was caught in surprise at the fact, turned to meet with Namjoon’s eyes. There’s something flashing in his brown orbs, but Seokjin could not decipher the meaning behind it. “Oh, you never told me you have a brother...”  

Namjoon wasn’t surprised if Hyuna never mentioned him. It's always like that before.  He was just insignificant to her. They might have a blood relation, but the relationship is more like a stranger. Namjoon didn’t know why she disliked him all these while and he didn’t have the gut to ask too. Afraid of the answer that will break his feeling. It’s better to act like nothing rather than know something that he didn’t want to hear from his sister.  

“It might be slipped through my mind. Well, not that it’s important for you to know him though...” she said.  

Seokjin wanted to say something but then Hyuna just dragged him out from the house. Seokjin tilted his head to see Namjoon before the door closed. Seokjin’s brow creased at the lack of emotion on the face. And he was left wondering about Hyuna’s family. It slipped his mind after he stepped inside the car and his brain went haywire thinking about his proposal.  

Seokjin spared no expense in planning the perfect proposal, wanting to show Hyuna just how much she meant to him. He had a stunning ring made, with their initials delicately carved inside as a symbol of their love, secretly kept under the seat of his car. The design was unique and exquisite, just like Hyuna. His hand started to sweat as he drove his car, anxious as he imagined what kind of reaction Hyuna would give him later.  

Seokjin took Hyuna to the top of the tallest building in Seoul. The entire rooftop was covered in a blanket of white rose petals, leading to a beautifully set dining table in the center. Hyuna was stunned to see the beautiful decoration, smiling ear to ear as she pecked on Seokjin’s cheek in joy.  She keeps asking what’s the event was for, but Seokjin just gave her a meaningful smile. When Hyuna pouted at him, Seokjin let out a boisterous laugh but kept it secret from her.  

The two of them enjoyed a luxurious meal prepared by the best chef in Seoul, surrounded by breathtaking views of the city. It was a magical moment, one that Seokjin would cherish forever. Hyuna got another surprise when a violin player appeared out of nowhere and a beautiful melody resonated on the rooftop.  

Seokjin asked Hyuna for a dance and Hyuna took his hand in a second. Their bodies pressed together as they both swayed to the romantic violin play.  

“What is this all about?” Hyuna whispered. All night her lips were stretched into a smile, feeling happy at everything Seokjin had done for her.  

Seokjin smirked. “Well, you’ll know it later...” 

Hyuna pouted. “You’ve been saying the same thing today. I have no patience to wait and - “ 

Her words stopped at instances when Seokjin’s lips pressed to hers. Her doe eyes widen in surprise at the sudden attack but later moving her lips in sync with Seokjin. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as Seokjin's lips captured hers in a fiery kiss. It was as if time stood still, and all that existed in that moment was the electrifying connection between them.  
 
 
As they broke apart, their eyes locked in a heated gaze, both trying to catch their breath. Her cheeks flushed pink as she tried to process the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through her. Seokjin's hand reached up to gently caress her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. 

 
 
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.  

 
 
Her heart swelled with joy at his words, her feeling bubbling inside her as she genuinely loves the man. “You’re so handsome too...” she complimented teasingly. 

 
Seokjin let out a soft chortle. “I love you, Hyuna. I really love you...” he admitted, caressing the cheek before his thumb brushing on the mole at the edge of it. His favorite part of hers. 

Hyuna hummed. “I love you too, Seokjin.” 

Seokjin smiled meaningfully before he got down on one knee and poured his heart out to Hyuna. He expressed his love for her, his dreams of building a life together, and his hopes for their future. The ring glistening in the velvet box, presented itself to Hyuna. 

 
“Seokjin?” Hyuna covered her gape mouth in shocked. With tears in her eyes, Hyuna accepted his proposal, nodded her head for a few times in excitement, Seokjin slipped the ring onto her finger with a smile that lit up the entire sky.  

As he twirled her around, they both felt as if they were dancing on air. Hyuna's eyes sparkled with joy and love as she looked up at Seokjin, her heart feeling light and carefree. Seokjin couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world to have this beautiful woman in his arms.  

As they gazed up at the dark sky above, Seokjin couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. He had never felt this way before, as if he was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Hyuna's laughter was like a drug, addicting him to her in ways he never thought possible. 
 

As the night crawled further, Seokjin laying Hyuna down gently as he hovered above her. Their eyes locked in a fiery gaze, the passion between them palpable in the air. Seokjin leaned in, capturing Hyuna's lips with his own in a tender and yet intensely passionate kiss. Their bodies moved as one, each touch igniting a fire within them that burned brightly in the darkness of the night. Seokjin felt as if nothing else existed in that moment, the world fading away as he lost himself in Hyuna's embrace. Seokjin held Hyuna close, vowing to never let her go as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.  

But amid their happiness, Seokjin had forgotten one crucial detail – Hyuna's unwavering ambition. She had always dreamed of becoming a model, of gracing the covers of magazines and walking the runways of Paris and Milan. It was a dream she had nurtured since she was a young girl, a passion that burned brightly within her. 

As they began to plan their wedding, Hyuna made it clear that she couldn't give up on her dream. She loved Seokjin with all her heart, but she couldn't sacrifice her passion for anything, not even for him. It was a heartbreaking realization for Seokjin, knowing that the woman he loved so deeply was willing to put her dreams before their relationship. 

But as time went on, Seokjin couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy that gnawed at him whenever someone else praised Hyuna's body on the runway. He knew it was selfish of him, but he couldn't help but feel possessive of her in that way. It wasn't that he didn't want others to appreciate her beauty, but rather he wanted to be the one she only had eyes for. 

 
As Hyuna's career began to take off, Seokjin found himself even more consumed by his jealousy. He couldn't bear to see her with other male models or photographers, even though he knew it was all part of the job. He tried to push those feelings aside, reminding himself that Hyuna was her own person and was allowed to have her own experiences and relationships outside of their own. 

 
But no matter how hard he tried; Seokjin couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to protect Hyuna from anyone who might try to take her away from him. He found himself becoming increasingly possessive, constantly wanting to be by her side and keep a close eye on anyone who even looked at her the wrong way. 

 
One day, after a particularly successful runway show, Seokjin couldn't hold his feelings any longer. He pulled Hyuna aside, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to find the right words to express himself. 

“I think you should stop modelling after we get married,” he said in serious tone.  

Hyuna laughed at his words, thinking the said male was merely joking. “Baby, you know I love my job, right?” 

Seokjin gritted his teeth at the playful respond. “I am serious, Hyuna.” 

Hyuna stared at the man for a second before she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Oh please, Seokjin. We had discussed this, right? You said you didn't mind letting me pursue my job. You will support my dream. Remember?”  

Seokjin groaned, regretting his previous decision. “Yes, I know. But now – I don’t know baby. I just hate to see all those eyes on you. And the outfit too...” Seokjin glanced at the swimwear on Hyuna’s body. Too revealing for his liking. He tried to comprehend that it’s part of Hyuna’s job, but Seokjin couldn't deny how he hates it anymore.  

“I’m the ambassador of course I need to wear whatever they give me, right? And it’s my job to fulfill the contract...” 

Seokjin shook his head. “I hate it!” he spat. 

Hyuna chided in anger, surprised at the venomous tone. “Don’t be too petty. Everyone in the industry is just doing their job. It’s not that we purposely dressed like this for nothing. This is a part of my job, what I do for living, what I love...” she reasoned. 

Seokjin holds his breath for a while, trying to calm himself before he said something he might regret. He then approached his fiancé, taking her hands into hand and softly caressed the back of it lovingly. 

“Baby, listen. I know you love your job so much. But we’re getting married in two months. We should be focusing on our wedding, all the preparation still incomplete. I can’t - can’t handle it by myself. All these modelling jobs, it can – it can wait, right? We still need to choose our dress and the hall. It’s important and we don’t even finished even half of the preparation...” 

Hyuna sighed. “I know babe, but I have an important runaway for this week. And next week I have a shooting for a new product so I don’t know if I can help with the preparation for now...”  

Seokjin looks at Hyuna, staring at her gorgeous eyes full of love. He has been busy with their wedding preparation, taking off from his work for a while so that he can make sure everything is according to plan. He is willing to handle it by himself because Seokjin is a man of perfection. He didn’t trust anyone for that since he wished to give a perfect fairy tale wedding to Hyuna; as she wished.  

“I don’t think I can handle it by myself dear...” Seokjin further said. He wanted Hyuna’s touch on their wedding, her signature. “There’re few things that I didn’t know whether you like it or not. I don’t want to make any mistake...” he gushed.  

Hyuna heaved tiredly, looking at Seokjin with mix of emotion. It’s been tiresome to argue over the same thing for the past weeks. Not that she didnt want to marry Seokjin but all the wedding preparation is too much to handle right now. She thought Seokjin is able to handle everything.  

“I’m not that fussy, Jin. I’ll go with whatever you like...” 

“But -” 

“If you insist on whatever I like, you can ask Namjoon. He knows everything about me,” suggested Hyuna. That’s the only solution she was able to think of at the time.  

Seokjin furrowed at the suggestion. “Namjoon? Your brother?” 

Hyuna nodded. “Yes. You can ask him and let him help you with the preparation. He’s the perfect candidate to do this job. All these whiles, he’s the one that been helping me in anything...” 

Seokjin hesitated for a moment. He feels weird to include Namjoon in the preparation, but Hyuna was too busy with all the modelling jobs. Who’s better to help him if not Namjoon? He contemplated the pros and cons of it.  

Hyuna smoothly rubbed Seokjin’s arm, quirking a smile to entice him so that he would relent at her suggestion. Well, there’s no harm in asking Namjoon’s help in this. He’s always there for her so Hyuna thought she would make use of her brother again. Namjoon will not decline at her request. Even if he did, Hyuna knows that their mother can persuade Namjoon in a second. Namjoon never says no to their mother.  

Seokjin took a deep breath and later nodded his head in agreement. Hyuna squealed in joy before she hugged her fiancé tightly. Seokjin chuckles at the reaction as he reciprocates the hug, burying his face at the crook of Hyuna’s neck. However, his heart still had the unsettled feeling about this.  

“Noona likes red roses...” 

Seokjin glanced at Namjoon as the younger male staring at the various types of fresh flowers in front of them. He noticed the glint in his dragon eyes as he looked at the beautiful flowers in awe. Seokjin wasn’t aware how his lips smile lopsidedly at the sight.  

“It’s the symbol of passion and love...” Namjoon said.  

Seokjin hummed. “It’s a well-known fact...” 

Namjoon bites his lips at the remarks. “Emm... I guess so...”  

“She really loves red roses because it makes her face beam beautifully whenever I give it to her...” told Seokjin. 

Namjoon just bobs his head once. “She’s lucky...” he whispered with a tinge of jealousy.  

“What?” 

Namjoon eyes widen in shock as he didn't expect for Seokjin to hear that. Namjoon shook his head and grinned foolishly before he pointed at the while lily in the corner panickily. “Do you – do you know what’s the meaning of white lily?” he asked.  

Seokjin frowned and raised his brow questionably. “I have no idea.” 

Namjoon grinned. “Well, White lilies symbolize purity and rebirth, a rejuvenation of the soul. People always associated white lilies with weddings and funerals, that’s why it’s also called Sympathy Flowers...” he explained with enthusiasm.  

Seokjin frown deepened. “Sympathy flowers?” 

Namjoon pouted. “Yeah, isn’t that ironic? Weddings and funerals? White lilies are so pure that it shouldn’t be associated with death. There’s nothing devastating about the flowers. It’s a gorgeous flower...” 

Seokjin peeks a glance at Namjoon as his expression turns sour when he talks about lilies. “It’s your favorite flower?” Seokjin guessed but the answer is evident. 

Namjoon smiled brightly and nodded. His cheek dented with a deep crate as he continues to watch the white lilies in amazement. “It’s pretty...”  

And Seokjin’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the dimple adorned on Namjoon’s face. His eyes fixated on the dimple for a quite sometimes until Namjoon turned to look at him. Seokjin pretends to look anywhere, hiding his embarrassment by faking a cough.  

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked in concern.  

“Yes - yes I’m okay...”  

They left the flower shop ten minutes later, when Seokjin finally decided to order 1000 red roses for the wedding. Namjoon thought Seokjin was exaggerating but Seokjin insisted that he wanted to make sure Hyuna was happy when she saw all the roses. Namjoon rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything further. Even if his heart squeezed at the genuine love portrayed by the older.  

“Let’s have lunch together before I send you off...”  

Namjoon shook his head. “Ah, it’s okay, Seokjin-ssi. I can take the train and I -” 

“I insist, Namjoon. You’ve been helping me a lot today and I’m grateful for that. Let me repay your kindness...” persuaded Seokjin. 

Namjoon can see the desperation on Seokjin’s handsome face, and he hesitantly agrees with the offer. He was sincere to help with Hyuna and Seokjin’s wedding, but he could not decline Seokjin good intention. At least, he can spend more time with Seokjin today. A wish that he should not harbor at all.  

And for him to sit with Seokjin together, face to face where he can admire Seokjin perfect physiognomy, Namjoon is flattered. He listened to every single story or complaints from the man and Namjoon didn’t feel bored for a second. Everything sounds so interesting, and Seokjin looks happy while he speaks about his life.  

“Actually, I was surprised when I found out that you’re her brother...”  

Namjoon remained silent at the statement. It’s not a surprise at all since Hyuna tends to not talk about him to her acquaintance.  

“You know, she never speaks about her siblings but her parents. So, it kinda caught me off guard that day. Especially when we have met before...” continues Seokjin carefully.  

Namjoon drew a small smile. “Maybe it just slips off her mind. Moreover, I’m not staying at my parent’s house, so I guess it’s not important for her to share about me...” 

Seokjin looks at Namjoon as he speaks. “Still...” 

“Well, I hope I’m being helpful today, Seokjin-ssi,” said Namjoon as he changed the subject.  

Seokjin squinted his eyes towards the younger. “Just call me hyung, Namjoon-ah. I’m your future brother-in-law...” he teased.  

Namjoon was taken aback at the words uttered, trying his best schooling his expression while he smiles at the man. “Sorry, hyu- hyung...” 

Seokjin chuckles at the adorable act. “You’re cute!” 

If he was eating when Seokjin complimented him just now, Namjoon surely would be choking on his food. He was surprised at the sudden praise, looking at Seokjin with round eyes and lips slightly parted. Seokjin let out a boisterous laugh at his reaction.  

“And you’ve been a great help today. If not, I don’t know when and how I will do this preparation. Hyuna is busy with her jobs, and we just need someone to do all the work on her behalf. When Hyuna suggested asking for your help I was a bit skeptical. But it’s a useless thought because you did a good job today...” Seokjin continues to deliver his gratification. 

Namjoon shook his head. “I’m glad that I can help with the wedding...” 

Seokjin smiles. “That’s a lot, Namjoon-ah. I beholden to you for everything.” 

Namjoon’s heart soared at the mention of his name. He couldn't meet Seokjin's piercing gaze as he tried to hide his reddened cheeks at the praise. He tilted his head to the side in embarrassment and Seokjin laughed heartily at his reaction. Another unwanted 'cute' slipped through Seokjin's lips, making Namjoon's heart race even faster. 

Seokjin dropped Namjoon at his parent's house later that night. After having a good hour of conversation, their meeting reached an end. Seokjin kept thanking Namjoon for spending his precious time with him, feeling indebted and wanting to give something to the younger man. 
 
Namjoon was awestruck when Seokjin pulled out a bouquet of white lilies from the trunk. He was speechless, staring at Seokjin incredulously. When did Seokjin buy the flowers? 
 
Seokjin scratched at the back of his neck, his face turning red as he suddenly felt shy. "I asked the florist to wrap them for me," he said, a shy smile playing on his lips. 

Namjoon was too stunned that the only thing he managed to say was, “It’s Casablanca...” 

Seokjin furrowed. “Casablanca?” 

Namjoon puckered his lips towards the bouquet on Seokjin’s hand. “Casablanca lilies, it’s representing life and joy...” he said.  

“Oh... well I just want to give you this as a gift for your help today...” Seokjin explained.  

Namjoon bit his lips. “You - you don’t have to do that.” 

Seokjin shakes his head. “No, Namjoon. You deserved this. Please, take this for me," he pleaded. 
 
Namjoon was taken aback by Seokjin's sudden gesture. He hesitated at first, unsure of what to do. But when he saw the sincerity shining in Seokjin's eyes, he couldn't say no. He reached out and grabbed the bouquet, holding it close to his chest. 
 
"Thanks," Namjoon whispered, his voice filled with emotion. 
 
Seokjin's face lit up with a smile. "You're welcome." 

"What's going on here?"  

Namjoon almost had a whiplash the way he turned his head at the voice. His heart was beating so fast when he saw his sister, Hyuna at the front door; staring at Namjoon with her intense gaze, slightly accusatory. And when her eyes fell on the bouquet, Namjoon tightened the hug. As if he was afraid that Hyuna would take it from him. 

Seokjin stepped forward, breaking the tense silence. "I bought Namjoon some flowers," he explained, pulling Hyuna on her waist as she took a stand beside Seokjin. "A gift for his help today." 

 
Namjoon shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to explain the situation. He glanced at Seokjin, who seems distracted with Hyuna presence that he was smiling all ears, staring at her endearingly.  
 
 

Hyuna pouted, crossing her arms in a dramatic fashion. "I can't believe you got flowers for Namjoon but none for me," she whined, sticking out her bottom lip for extra effect. 
 
Seokjin chuckled, shaking his head at her antics. "Oh, don't worry, my love. I have something even better for you," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

Curious, Hyuna raised an eyebrow and gasped when Seokjin gave a peck on her cheek. She rolled her eyes but smiling in pride at the gesture. She couldn't help but feel a rush of love for the man standing before her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, feeling grateful for having someone so wonderful in her life.  

As Hyuna and Seokjin continued to embrace, Namjoon felt a sense of loneliness wash over him. He feels a bit jealous at the intimacy but quickly tossed the feeling because he has no right to feel that way. His sister is happy with her lover, Namjoon should be happy too.  

“I didn’t know you’re here, baby...” Seokjin said, caressing Hyuna’s long hair gently.  

“Just arrived a few minutes ago. I heard the car, so I came out to look...” Hyuna glanced at Namjoon. “Didn’t know that Namjoon is coming over here...” she said with a slight malice in her tone.  

Namjoon gulped. “I need to pick up some of my things here, and – and Jin-hyung offered to give a lift...” 

“Jin-hyung?” Hyuna raised one of her brows at the sudden familiarity spoken. 

Namjoon spluttered. “I mean Seokjin-ssi...” 

Seokjin chuckles. “I asked him to call me hyung since I’m going to be her brother-in-law.”  

Hyuna hummed. “Of course...” Hyuna's lips curled into a smile, and she wrapped her arms around Seokjin, burying her face in his chest. "I miss you, Jin," she murmured while she threw a dagger-glare towards Namjoon.  
 
Seokjin held her close, feeling grateful for the woman in his arms. "I miss you too, baby," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.  
 
Namjoon feels awkward at the situation, feeling trapped in the middle of the two lovebirds. Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the intimate moment between the couple. Seokjin's eyes widened in surprise, while Hyuna's smile faltered for a moment. Namjoon forced a smile on his face, trying to push aside the awkwardness that threatened to suffocate him. 

“Thanks for the ride and – and the flower, Seokjin-ssi. Goodnight!” he said hastily and bowed at Seokjin respectfully. He didn’t wait for Seokjin to say anything as he rushed towards the door, leaving the two alone. 

Namjoon ignores the complaint made by Hyuna and how later she was in a giggling mess when Seokjin pulled her into another hug. Namjoon just went straight to his room and slammed the door. He stares at the white lilies in his hand that seemed to mock him. Namjoon exhaled deeply, brushing over one of the petals. 

“What does this mean? A wedding gift? Or funeral?” Namjoon whispered with heavy emotion as his eyes started to glisten with tears.  A new feeling that crept into his heart shouldn’t be growing like this. It’s wrong. Namjoon put away the flower on his table. He didn’t mean to peak but from his window he could clearly see the two lovebirds were having their moment.  

He could hear Seokjin and Hyuna's voices growing louder. They were laughing, their happiness infectious and undeniable. Seokjin had his arm around Hyuna, pulling her close as they gazed at each other with so much love and adoration. Namjoon felt like an outsider, a lone figure in a sea of two; leaving him heartsick. 

Namjoon knows that he needs to find his own happiness, his own love that would fill the void in his heart. And maybe, just maybe, one day Namjoon would find someone who would look at him the way Seokjin looked at Hyuna. Someone who would appreciate him for who he was, who would see the love and kindness that resided in his heart. 

And he didn’t know, the path is full of thorns that will pierce his heart into a million pieces.  

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“A what?!” 

Seokjin rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. He crossed his arm petulantly and stared at Namjoon, now looking at him like a fish outside of the water.  

“An interview,” he repeats. His voice gruff to show his irritation.

Namjoon’s furrowed. “For what?” utterly confused.  

Seokjin let out a sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew Namjoon knows what he meant by the “interview”. Namjoon is not that stupid but acting like one really hit his nerve. Not when he is tired dealing with a lot of people today at the office. 

“Please do not make me angry, Namjoon. I know you know what is this all about. It’s an interview about our new marriage. It’s important to alleviate my image in public after all the mess!” he said viciously.

Namjoon's heart raced as he stared at Seokjin, evidently pissed off. But Namjoon could not decipher the sudden request. It was not the first time he had been asked to participate in an interview (for his books), but this one felt different – it was personal, delving into the very heart of their relationship. Namjoon couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, for their marriage had been anything but controversial. 

As a renowned writer, Namjoon was no stranger to the public eye, but this was a different kind of spotlight. The thought of discussing the intricacies of his marriage, especially one that had been born out of necessity rather than love, made him uneasy.  

How could he possibly convey the complexities of their relationship to an audience that craved a fairytale romance? Even if the public has known the truth behind their marriage, still they want Namjoon and Seokjin to feed them with some romance, isn’t it?   

Namjoon's mind drifted back to the day he halfheartedly agreed to marry Seokjin, one month ago. The decision had not been an easy one, and Namjoon had wrestled with the ethical implications of their arrangement. He’s been facing a lot of turmoil since then. The marriage of convenience had taken a toll on his life. Everything had changed and Namjoon couldn’t even tell himself whether he was happy or not with this new arrangement.  

Namjoon admitted that Seokjin had become a bigger part of his life. Being the husband of a conglomerate had made him exposed to the public eyes twenty-four hours. Everyone wanted to know about their marriage life. Especially how they both delve into the relationship built out of desperation. Namjoon was stuck between his family and Seokjin. He tried to fit in but still Seokjin’s cold demeanor makes his heart ached day by day. 

“They will give the questions beforehand, so you don’t have to worry about telling unnecessary information to them. I’ll let Taehyung go through all the questions and prepare the answers too. Hoseok will be vetting everything and finalizing it to be appropriate for the broadcast. Just read and memorize everything. That’s the only thing you should do…” 

Namjoon’s long reverie paused at the statement, glancing at Seokjin for a few seconds before his eyes fixated on the book he was reading before. But his attention wasn’t there anymore. “Do I – Do I need to attend the interview? I mean – “ 

“It was never a yes or no, Namjoon…” cuts Seokjin sharply. 

Namjoon holds his breath. “So – sorry, I just – “ 

Seokjin chided at the younger. “This is what you must do when you marry me. This is your main role as my husband. Or whatever you must do to pay for the sin of your sister…” he said begrudgingly while his eyes on Namjoon like a hawk.

Namjoon’s heart throbbed at the words. “I – I just worry if I ever made mistake during the interview – “ 

“Like I said, everything will be finalized by Taehyung and Hoseok. They will make sure everything will be on our favor. Just memorize all of it and do well in the interview. Wear something nice and be presentable too. Do not do something stupid that can bring more shame to me. I had enough of the mess done by your sister!” 

Namjoon flinched at the outburst. “I – I understand, Seokjin-ssi…” He answered with a tremble voice. He tried his best not to cry in front of the man.  

Seokjin huffed and stared at Namjoon who had his head down. When he saw a droplet of tear fall onto the book, smearing on the words written on it, Seokjin gritted his teeth as his heart felt a tinge of guilt. He does realize that Namjoon was innocent, but he could not contain his anger whenever he looked at Namjoon. He keeps reminding him of Hyuna and the pain she had caused him. His rationale was put aside as long as he could let out his anger. Even if it is towards someone as nice as Namjoon.  

“Just –“ Seokjin inhaled deeply. “Just be careful!” he said hastily and quickly dashed out from the room.  

Namjoon raised his head and gawked at the door with heartache. Tears fall onto his cheek, and he feels pathetic for crying over trivial matters. And now, as Namjoon contemplated the upcoming interview, he couldn't help but wonder how he would convey the depth of their relationship to the world? How could he possibly capture the nuances of their journey, the way their marriage had been built up from the ashes of tragedy? 

Seokjin and Namjoon sat together in the dressing room, getting ready for the interview that they were scheduled to do for a popular talk show. Seokjin, being the more charismatic and well-verse of the two, look calmer to appear in the interview and showcase their “fake” relationship to the world. Namjoon, on the other hand, was more reserved and shyer, and he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. 

As they sat in front of the mirror, Seokjin noticed Namjoon's reluctance and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Come on, Namjoon. You're acting as if you're being dragged to your doom. Just act normal and let me do the talking. Just answer the question as what have been prepared to you. We need to show the world that we're happy together," Seokjin said, trying to sound encouraging but failing miserably. 

Namjoon looked at Seokjin with a tinge of hurt in his eyes. "I don't have anything to talk about our marriage at all. I'm not comfortable with pretending to be something we're not," Namjoon replied, his voice laced with frustration. He didn’t know why he had to reply like that to Seokjin, but he wasn’t able to sleep well last night, thinking about the interview for the whole night anxiously. He keeps reminding himself not to make mistake, afraid that he will ruin everything and makes Seokjin hates him more than he already has.

Seokjin sighed, feeling exasperated. He knew that Namjoon was more introverted and had a hard time expressing his emotions, but he didn't understand why he was being so resistant to the idea of putting on a show for the cameras. "Look, Namjoon. Most people already know the reason we got married. We just need to show them that we're happy now, that's all," Seokjin said, trying to reason with him. 

Namjoon remained silent; his gaze fixed on the floor. He knew that Seokjin had a point, but he couldn't bring himself to go along with the charade. He was tired of pretending to be someone he wasn't, tired of hiding his true self behind a facade of happiness and perfection. 

Seokjin, sensing Namjoon's inner turmoil, softened his tone. "Listen, Namjoon. I know this is not ideal, but we have to do this for the sake of our image and my business. We can't afford to let our personal feelings get in the way of our public image. Please, just trust me on this," Seokjin pleaded, reaching out to squeeze Namjoon's hand in a gesture of reassurance. 

Namjoon was startled at the sudden touch and looked up at Seokjin, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions. He knew that Seokjin was right, that they needed to maintain a certain image to stay relevant in the cutthroat world of business. But he also couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in a lie, of sacrificing his true self for the sake of fame and fortune. 

As they made their way to the interview set, Namjoon felt a sense of dread creeping up on him. He knew that he would have to put on a brave face and play the part of the happy husband, even though his heart was heavy with the weight of his own inner turmoil. As the cameras started rolling, Seokjin took the lead, answering the interviewer's questions with his usual charm and wit. Seokjin effortlessly navigated the questions, his responses polished and rehearsed. 

Namjoon sat by his side, trying his best to smile and nod along, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being a puppet on a string, forced to dance to someone else's tune. Namjoon sat quietly, his eyes downcast, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. 

Everything was according to the set of questions and answers given beforehand. Namjoon could take a relief sigh at how smooth it is going for now. He just answered a few questions, nothing will diminish his or Seokjin’s image. Namjoon had been put his guard well.  

As the interview progressed, the questions started getting more personal, delving into their relationship and how they managed to make it work despite the challenges they faced. Seokjin expertly dodged the tricky questions, spinning the narrative in a way that painted them as the perfect couple, had fallen in love in short time and committed to each other.  

 “How does it feel to marry your lover’s brother, Seokjin-ssi?” 

Namjoon gasped at the unexpected question. He immediately peeked at Seokjin beside him, and he noticed how Seokjin’s jaw tightened. He must not have expected the same. Seokjin smiles through his gritted teeth before he answers. “Namjoon is the perfect match for me. Everything happens for a reason, and I am grateful for that,” he said and took Namjoon’s hand into his for a show. And Namjoon just play along.

Namjoon throws a quick glance at Seokjin, and he felt a lump forming in his throat as he listened to Seokjin's smooth lies, knowing that the truth was far from what they were portraying to the world. He wanted so badly to speak up, to set the record straight and show the world the real him, but he knew he can’t do that. Not to Seokjin.  

The interviewer smiled (which appeared like a smirk to Namjoon) before she shifted her attention to Namjoon. “And what about you, Namjoon-ssi? You are married to your sister’s boyfriend. Have you ever thought this will happen to you?” She keeps emphasizing Seokjin’s status as Hyuna’s boyfriend to them. 

Namjoon took a deep breath when he could feel how hard Seokjin gripped his hand. “I – I never thought this but – but fate always had it way, right?” he answered cautiously.  

The interview let out a chuckle. The interviewer, sensing the underlying tension, began to probe deeper, and her demeanor shifted. She then asked a question that Namjoon had not anticipated.  “Fated or planned?” she throws wickedly. 

Seokjin was too stunned at the audacity, urgently glanced at Taehyung outside the set. Taehyung immediately get the hint, runs to the producer and whispers something; arguing with the team behind the cameras. Seokjin was anxious waiting for the cue while the interviewer looked at them with an evil smile.  

“I don’t think we want to answer that – “ 

"Our marriage hasn't been easy," Namjoon speak, his words cutting through the carefully crafted narrative, breaking the chaotic silence. 

“Namjoon!” Seokjin's eyes widened in shock, his grip on his hand tightening as he tried to regain control of the situation as he whisper-yelled at the younger. 

But Namjoon refused to be silenced. “Despite all the controversy behind our marriage, I never dream to get married to Seokjin-ssi. He is my future brother-in-law. I never let myself to have other thought to a man that belong to my sister…” Everyone remained silent as Namjoon continued to speak his mind, anticipating what he was trying to convey. Even Seokjin. 

"As I said, fate has its own way. Neither of us had the upper hand in it or we could avoid it. Then what are we going to do? Complaining? Rebelling? Or embracing the present so that we can have a beautiful future? I choose to make peace with my fate if that can bring happiness to others. If I can make my parent happy, make Seokjin happy then I am willing to go through this…” 

The interviewer gazed at Namjoon, amazed at the answer and how calm he is handling the situation. But she wasn’t satisfied yet. She wanted to pursue more, looking for something that can be a good headline. “Then are you happy with the marriage, Namjoon-ssi?” she provoked further.  

Namjoon wasn’t surprised anymore at the unexpected question, instead he let out a soft chuckle. “What do you expect from a marriage started like this?” he asked with sarcasm. 

The interview room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Seokjin's face was a mask of barely concealed rage. Seokjin’s grip on Namjoon’s hand tightened again and their intertwined hands felt clammy due to sweat. Seokjin didn’t expect Namjoon to have the audacity to say something controversial like that on television.

“I don’t know, you tell me…” she replied.  

“Namjoon didn’t have to answ – “ 

Namjoon cuts Seokjin instantly, “Marrying someone out of love is very challenging. We didn’t know each other that well, we are new to everything, and it is hard at first. But me and Seokjin are willing to give a try because we both believe that marriage is the mix of love and a heartfelt commitment between two people who promise to stand by each other through life's journey.  Of course, there have been times when we've struggled, when the pressure of the public eye has threatened to tear us apart. But as long we both agree to compromise with each other’s flaws, we can make it through. A good marriage cannot be weighed up within a short time or even in a long time. A good marriage is when both willing to grow in selflessness and giving full commitment to love until the end, with no expectation that our partner to return every ounce of our feeling. Right?” 

To say everyone on the set was left speechless at the speech is an understatement. The interviewer was apparently impressed at Namjoon’s impeccable thought as she could not react other than carving a genuine smile towards him. She finally said, “Right.” Obviously agree with the statement. It may sound unrealistic but still relevant.  

Seokjin’s eyes on Namjoon, could not blink his eyes as he stares at Namjoon; tongue-tied. He was skeptical at first, afraid that Namjoon would say something that could prejudice both of them. But Namjoon seems very articulate and well-prepared for the unexpected question. Seokjin was kind of relieved that Namjoon managed to calm himself and gave a very good answer to the interviewer. 

“Well, Seokjin-ssi. I guess you had found a very compatible partner at this point,” she then praised.  

Seokjin’s lips curved into a proud smile as he tightened his grip on Namjoon’s hand. “Indeed,” he was contented.  

“I guess that’s all for today. Thank you, Seokjin-ssi, Namjoon-ssi. It’s a pleasure to have both of you here. I’ll seek forward to meet with you again...”  

Namjoon let out a shaky breath as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his nerves. The interview had been intense, with the interviewer asking tough questions about their marriage. Namjoon had tried his best to answer confidently, but deep down, he was still unsure if he had said the right things. His legs were shaking, and he was wobbling a bit when he left the set. He sat in the dressing room anxiously while waiting for Seokjin who was still talking to the producer. Seokjin seems dissatisfied with what had happened and has been complaining about it to the producer.

When Taehyung approached him with a wide grin, Namjoon couldn't help but return the smile, grateful for the support from his brother-in-law. "You did a good job, hyung," Taehyung said, patting Namjoon on the back.  

Namjoon chuckled nervously, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He could see how his hand was still trembling. The adrenaline rush he had before and after the interview hadn't subsided yet. But he was relieved that it was over. "I hope I didn't say anything wrong. I said a lot and I could not even remember what I had said," Namjoon said, his voice laced with a hint of concern.  

Taehyung placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Nah, you were great. Everyone seemed impressed with your answers." 

“Really?” Namjoon asked with a hint of disbelief.   

Taehyung chuckles before his lips quirked into a suspicious smile. Namjoon raised his brows in question.  

“Even if not everyone, I’ll sure you that Jin-hyung totally loves the answer,” he said while he wiggles his brows playfully.  

Namjoon can feel the heat on his face at the saying. “That’s - that’s not true...” he tried to deny even though his heart makes a summersault at the thought that Seokjin’s like his answer.  

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh at Namjoon's flushed face as he teased him for blushing after receiving the praise. Namjoon was known for being shy and a bit reserved while at their house, so seeing him flustered was an amusing sight. "Aw, Joon-hyung, are you shy?" Taehyung teased, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Hyung, your face is red!” he continues to tease his brother-in-law.  

Namjoon immediately covered his cheeks, and his palm can feel how warm his face is. “I’m not!” 

Taehyung pulled away Namjoon’s hand and pinched the chubby cheek, “Obviously, you are. Aigoo, you’re so cute, hyung!” 

"Shut up, Tae," he muttered, his cheeks growing even redder. As they continued to banter back and forth, Seokjin walked into the room, a concerned look on his face.  
 
He had noticed a shift in the dynamics between Namjoon and Taehyung lately, and it was starting to bother him. Seeing them grown closer made him feel a twinge of strange feelings he couldn't quite shake. Seokjin watched as Taehyung playfully nudged Namjoon, their laughter filling the room. 

“What are you doing?” 

Namjoon turned his head so fast that he almost had whiplash. He gulped when he saw Seokjin standing nearby with a stern face. As Taehyung caught Seokjin's eye, he could sense the turmoil brewing within his older brother. Taehyung hides his smirk between his hand and a naughty thought starts to play in his mind.  

“We just goofing around,” Taehyung said playfully with a foolish grin on his face. 

Seokjin squinted his eyes towards Taehyung, visibly didn’t like the answer and the immature behavior.  

“Joon-hyung is my brother-in-law. Why can’t I play with him?” Taehyung rebuts further, trying to provoke his brother. He clearly enjoys himself seeing the facial expression of the older. It is fun to tease Seokjin once in a while! 

Seokjin huffed. “This is not a playground for you to act like a kid.” He glanced at Namjoon who had looked down to the floor.  

Taehyung groaned while he stood up. “You are no fun, hyung! I’ll bring the car, just wait outside...” he told. “See you, Joon-hyung,” he waved at Namjoon and Namjoon waved back nervously.  

“Possessive asshole!” Taehyung whispered to Seokjin when he was closer to him. Seokjin’s eyes widened in surprise. When he wanted to smack his evil brother, Taehyung ran first, and Seokjin could hear his laughter through the corridor. Seokjin shook his head at the antic, knowing how Taehyung loves to pull pranks on him and others.  

Seokjin's gaze then lingered on Namjoon, noticing the younger man's nervous demeanor. With a gentle stride, Seokjin approached Namjoon and settled into the chair where Taehyung had previously been seated. Clearing his throat, Seokjin spoke, "You did a good job just now." 

Namjoon's eyes widened in surprise, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and sincere.  

"I hope you can maintain that same momentum for our photoshoot tomorrow," Seokjin continued, his tone reassuring.  

 
 
Namjoon's brow furrowed in confusion. "Photoshoot? What photoshoot?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.  

"A couple photoshoot for the magazine’s version of the interview," he explained.  

Namjoon's eyes widen further. "What? But -" 

Seokjin chuckled lightly, realizing that Namjoon had been unaware of the upcoming event. "Ah, I should have mentioned it earlier. The company has scheduled a photoshoot for us tomorrow, and they've specifically requested your participation." 

Namjoon's mind raced as he processed the information. A photoshoot? He had never been the center of attention like this before, and the thought of being the focus of a professional shoot made his heart race with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "I see," Namjoon said, his fingers fidgeting nervously. "I wasn't aware of this. I'm not sure I'm ready for something like that." 

Seokjin reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "Don't worry, Namjoon. You've been doing an incredible job today and I’m sure you can do the same tomorrow." 

Namjoon felt a surge of pride at Seokjin's words, but the lingering doubt still weighed heavily on his mind. "But what if I mess up? What if I'm not good enough?" 

"It’s just a simple photoshoot for you to worry this much," Seokjin said, his voice gentle yet firm. 

 "I’m not used to being in front of a camera. Especially not for something like this,” Namjoon speaks up his concern. “I’m afraid I will embarrass you and ruin your reputation...” he said reluctantly.  

Seokjin sighed. He knows where the concern came from. He knew he was a bit harsh towards Namjoon before the interview so it’s understandable if Namjoon is worried about the photoshoot. “It’s okay, I’ll help you so don’t worry about it.” 

Namjoon's gaze met Seokjin's, and he could see the sincerity and belief reflected in the older man's eyes. Slowly, he felt the tension in his shoulders begin to disperse, and a newfound sense of confidence started to take root. If Seokjin will be there to help him then Namjoon can rest assured that he will be fine. "Okay," Namjoon said, his voice steadier. "I'll do my best."  

Seokjin smiled warmly as his attempt to mollify Namjoon’s fear and doubt is successful. Seokjin gives Namjoon's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "That's all I ask. Now, let's go over the details of the photoshoot, shall we?"  

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The photographer watched from afar, a smile playing on his lips as he realized the magic he had captured in that single photograph. Seokjin and Namjoon, two souls intertwined in a dance of love and discovery. And all it took was a simple instruction: "Put your hand on Namjoon-ssi's waist. . . "

To say both were shocked at the sudden request is an understatement. They were caught off-guard and their bodies stiff; frozen as neither knew how to act. Seokjin glanced at Namjoon, noticing how his cheek was adorned with pink, eyes downcast to the floor – and Seokjin was enamored. His heartbeat quickens each second at the sight while Namjoon awkwardly standstill beside him.

"Don't be shy, both of you are married...." The photographer further teased. A few chuckles echoed in the studio, enjoying themselves watching the newly wedded couple.

Seokjin gulped. "Ah...yes..."

As Seokjin's hand landed on Namjoon's waist, he could feel the heat radiating from the younger man's body. Namjoon's eyes darted nervously, unable to meet Seokjin's gaze as the photographer instructed them to pose for the shot. Seokjin, on the other hand, felt a strange sense of comfort wash over him as his hand rested on Namjoon's waist. And Seokjin was amazed at how slender Namjoon's waist was as his long hand managed to wrap him entirely, bringing him closer. Too close until he can feel the subtle movement of his breathing that heightened the intimacy of the moment.

"Put your hand on Seokjin's chest, Namjoon-ssi..."

Namjoon's eyes widened and he stared at the photographer incredulously. "Ha – hand where?" he echoed.

"Just do whatever he said..." Seokjin whispered.

Namjoon startled a bit and chewed his bottom lips while he moved his hand slowly. He could see clearly how his hand was trembling when he placed his hand on Seokjin's chest. When his palm stretched on the solid chest, Namjoon's heart made a summersault – almost leaping out from the rib. His body trembled slightly and Namjoon didn't know if he managed to survive it or not.

Seokjin stares at Namjoon, smiling a bit when Namjoon keeps his eyes downcast, his long lashes casting delicate shadows on his flushed cheeks. Seokjin couldn't help but admire the way the soft lighting accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips. He longed to reach out and trace the contours of Namjoon's face, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. Seokjin shook his head at his weird thought and managed to compose himself.

"Look at each other, please!" Another request flooded in.

Their eyes met and something bloomed inside their heart instantly. Both were drowned in the stares, breathing heavily as they savored the moment. Slowly, almost involuntarily, Seokjin's fingers tightened their grip on Namjoon's waist, pulling him closer. Namjoon's breath hitched, and Seokjin could feel the rapid beat of his heart against his own chest. They stood there, frozen in time, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that spoke volumes.

The photographer snapped the picture, capturing the moment forever. They posed for a few minutes, but it felt like hours to them. The camera kept blinking at every angle, and they tried their best to give their genuine smile to the photographer.

"Nice shot, guys!" The praise came after dozens of shots were taken and the photographer seemed happy and satisfied with the result when he checked on the screen of his camera.

The air between them crackled with electricity, and Seokjin could feel the tension building, threatening to overwhelm them both. He knew he should pull away, to maintain the professional distance that was expected of them, but the pull of Namjoon's presence was too strong to resist.

Seokjin's fingers traced the curve of Namjoon's waist, marveling at the way his body seemed to fit so perfectly against his own. Namjoon held his breath at the brazen act, and Seokjin could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within him. Seokjin's mind raced, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling within him. Seokjin knows this is not supposed to happen. He should not have this kind of feeling towards Namjoon. He keeps reminding himself that their marriage is a hoax, a revenge plot against Hyuna.

But now, with Namjoon's body so close to his own, he couldn't ignore the deeper feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they stood there, lost in the moment, their bodies and souls intertwined. Seokjin could feel the weight of Namjoon's gaze, the intensity of his emotions, and it was all he could do to keep from closing the distance between them.

Namjoon's gaze was penetrating, his dark brown eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and something else that Seokjin couldn't quite place. As if there's a story behind those shining eyes, trying to tell him, spilling all the secrets. Seokjin wished he could read whatever Namjoon's trying to convey right now. Wanted to dive into those depths so that he knew the heart of the younger man.

Seokjin was about to say something when he heard someone clear their throat nearby. Their reverie comes to an end as they turn their head to see the photographer and a few crew members were looking at them: whispering and smiling. Seokjin immediately let go of his hand and put some distance between him and Namjoon.

As Seokjin withdrew his hand, Namjoon felt a sudden loss. He wanted to grab hold of Seokjin's hand again, to feel that warmth against his skin once more. But Namjoon knows that it's impossible to do so. Seokjin is not his. Seokjin doesn't love him. The marriage is just a mere façade to save his reputation, and Namjoon is the pawn for his family's debt. Namjoon knows where he stands in this relationship. Sooner or later, Hyuna will claim back what is her and Seokjin will marry his sister. Seokjin will be happy again. That's the truth.

After the shoot was over, Seokjin and Namjoon found themselves sitting in the quiet backseat of the car; now heading back home. The air was thick with unspoken words, tension crackling between them. Neither of them spoke a word, their faces were red and the embarrassment from the earlier situation kept reeling in their mind. And now they could not even look at each other without feeling shy.

Namjoon watches outside of the moving car, both hands clamped on his lap as he thinks about his life. It's been more than a month since the unexpected marriage. His life was spending most of his time at the luxurious house. He has nothing to do except watch some TV series or read a few books. But he was bored to death. He didn't think he could continue living his life like that. He misses his office. He misses his table and his computer. He misses the sound of his keyboard. He misses the time when he was too immersed in writing a new story. And he misses Yoongi.

Namjoon sighed deeply. Namjoon had been on a break from work for quite some time, focusing on his new life and Seokjin. It had been months since he had last worked, and he could feel the itch to get back into the workforce growing stronger every day. He knew he had to talk to Seokjin about it, but there was one obstacle standing in his way - Seokjin's deep-rooted dislike for Namjoon's job and his best friend Yoongi.

The beef between Seokjin and Yoongi had been going on since their first meeting. And the idea of Namjoon working with Yoongi again is not something that Namjoon wanted to propose. But Namjoon loves his job so much and Yoongi is his best friend. How could he cut ties with someone who had become the paragon in his life?

"What is it?"

Namjoon almost jumped at the sudden question and quickly turned to Seokjin who had been looking at him with a frown.

"Wha – What?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "You've been sighing two times. What is it? What's the problem?" he asked in annoyance.

Namjoon gulped, eyes down on his hands. Should he tell him? Namjoon contemplating.

"Just tell me whatever you are thinking, Namjoon." Seokjin pressed further.

Namjoon took a deep breath. There's nothing wrong to ask, right? "Well, it's just – you know I've been on leave for more than a month – and..."

"So? What do you want?" Seokjin cuts through as if he can read where the conversation is going on.

Namjoon bites his lips. "I thought – I thought maybe – maybe I can start working again and –"

"Why?"

Namjoon was stunned. "Why? What do you mean –"

"Haven't I given you enough money for you to spend? I can add more money so there's no need for you to work..." Seokjin reasoned, his tone firm.

Namjoon frowned. "That's not what I meant, Seokjin-ssi..."

Seokjin turned slightly towards Namjoon. "Then what do you mean by you wanted to work? How much money do you need to spend in a month? I can give you that. Just tell me the number," Seokjin was vehemently opposed to the idea.

"I – I don't need the money." From you – he told himself. He's been telling Seokjin since day one, but Seokjin seems to not pay attention to it, or he just refuses to believe him.

Seokjin squinted his eyes. "If you didn't need the money then there's no reason for you to work!" he refuted, voice getting higher.

Namjoon sighed. He noticed that when he broached the subject to Seokjin, he could immediately see the tension in his husband's eyes. Seokjin's expression was a mix of anger and frustration, and Namjoon knew he had a difficult task ahead of him. Seokjin is a man of words. He would not back out easily.

"Or it's a mere excuse for you to see that prick again?" Seokjin accused, raising his brow questioningly as he glared at Namjoon.

Namjoon lips parted. "Pri – prick?" Namjoon knows who exactly Seokjin is referring to. "His name is Yoongi," he uttered even though he realized that Seokjin didn't need the answer.

Seokjin scoffed in irritation and crossed his arms towards his chest. "You didn't need the money, the monthly expenses I give you are more than enough, and you can live your life easily in the house doing nothing – so if it is not because of that so-called friend of yours, then what else?" Seokjin speaks with an accusatory tone. His ill-feeling towards Yoongi is apparent and he didn't have any intention to mask it from Namjoon.

"Seokjin-ssi, I know you have your reservations about Yoongi, but he's an integral part of my career. I've worked with him for years, he's my publisher and my – my best friend," Namjoon said, his voice calm and measured. Namjoon had always valued his partnership with Yoongi. The two had worked together for years, and Namjoon had come to rely on Yoongi's expertise and guidance.

Seokjin's brow furrowed further, and he could feel the familiar sense of disturbance welling up inside him. "Namjoon, you know how much I dislike him. He's rude and lacks mannerisms. He punched me, for God's sake!" Seokjin berated as he mused over the commotion before.

Namjoon huffed defeatedly. It's hard to talk to Seokjin. He has known this fact since. But he wants Seokjin to understand his situation. He did not want to spend all day doing nothing at home. Not when the home is not even his house. He feels suffocated and he needs a break.

"And you don't need to go to the office to work though. You are a writer, you can write anywhere you want. You can use my workroom at home as long as you are not being a nuisance while I'm doing mine..." Seokjin suggested, giving the option to Namjoon. There's no obligation for him to go to the office as a writer. Seokjin could not see the need to do so at the moment.

Namjoon lips parted slightly, wanting to object to the suggestion but he retracted himself, obviously grasping that Seokjin would never listen to whatever he wanted to say.

Seokjin glanced at Namjoon. "My house has everything you need, the room is also spacious. And I bet it's more comfortable than your office. I can ask Taehyung to provide anything you want. It's much more convenient like that instead of going to the office." His lips curved into a satisfactory smile as he was proud of himself for being able to come up with the solution spontaneously.

Namjoon sighed in frustration as his body slumped on the seat. Namjoon's heart sank as he saw the determination in Seokjin's eyes. He felt sad and misunderstood, like his dreams were slipping away. He looked outside in desolation and refused to carry the conversation further. It's a futile attempt. "It is big and might have everything but still I feel suffocated there..." he mumbles unknowingly, not knowing that Seokjin was able to capture each word clearly.

Seokjin's eyes fell on Namjoon as the silence took over between them. The tension in the car grew heavier. Namjoon, who stared out the window of the moving car, lost in thought. The buildings flashed by like a greyish blur, and the soft hum of the engine filled the air. Seokjin could see the tightness on Namjoon's lips as if he was refraining himself from saying something.

As he watched him, a memory bubbled up in his mind—a memory of the first time he met Namjoon at the bookstore. How Namjoon looks so soft and calm, his personality like a fresh breeze air. Seokjin felt at ease when he talked to the younger, even though they started with a small misunderstanding. Seokjin smiles to himself at the memory.

A meeting that had left a good impression on the younger man. How his face was beaming while reading a book to his fan at the corner of the bookstore lingers till now. He had been completely absorbed in the storytelling, his voice rising and falling like a gentle wave. His face lit up with excitement as he read a book to a few eager fans. Namjoon had a way of making the words come alive. His smile was warm, and his laughter came easily as he animatedly shared the characters' adventures. Seokjin felt a spark of curiosity mixed with admiration.

Seokjin still remembers how the face of the younger was adorned with a set of dimples – deep as the ocean; stunning. He shines like a star, doing something he loves. Seokjin could see the joy on his face and each fan's face. They laughed at the funny parts and held their breath during the tense moments. It was infectious.

Namjoon, Seokjin realized now, had always had that effect on people. A quiet magnetism, an easy charm that drew others in. Back then, Seokjin stayed rooted until the end of the session. He can't help himself from approaching the younger and asking him for a signature. It became a good memory for Seokjin. Namjoon had left a big impression on him that day. And he didn't expect that he would meet with Namjoon again but in different circumstances.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions until the car stopped at the house. Namjoon got out of the car hurriedly, and didn't spare a glance at Seokjin; sulking. Seokjin sighed, a long, drawn-out sound of defeat. He hates that he needs to compromise, but he wants to be considerate.

"Namjoon-ssi..." he called the younger.

Namjoon stopped from climbing the stairs heading to the front door and turned to face Seokjin. Lips pouted in irritation.

Seokjin hides his smile at the sight. "Alright, Namjoon-ah," Seokjin said, his voice barely a whisper. "You can go to work as you want..."

Namjoon's eyes widen in surprise. "Wha – what?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "You can go to work, but make sure you will be at home by 5. That's the rule. If you can't commit to that then I will, uffff –"

Namjoon felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy. He couldn't contain himself. He threw his arms around Seokjin in a hug and Seokjin almost stumbles down at the sudden impact.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I promise you I will make sure to come home by 5. I promise! You don't know how much this means to me!" He felt a rush of joy. The sadness that had clouded his heart lifted, and energy flowed back into him.

Seokjin was shocked at first when Namjoon hugged him tightly. But when he heard the pure happiness in his voice, Seokjin let him celebrate the moment. And he chuckles when Namjoon basically jumps in joy while hugging him, unaware of the real situation they are in. "Alright, alright, but just remember our deal. I'll check on you every single day." He warned.

"Thank you, hyung!"

To say that Seokjin was overwhelmed by the name is an understatement. It's been a while since the last time Namjoon called him "hyung". Believe it or not, Seokjin kind of when Namjoon dropped the formality. Seokjin curved into a small smile.

"Oh!"

Seokjin didn't have time to react when Namjoon suddenly pushed himself from him, finally realizing what had happened. Seokjin squinted at the younger and noticed the apparent blush on Namjoon's cheek. Seokjin tries hard not to laugh at the expression, but Namjoon is cute when he is shy.

Namjoon froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard. He cursed himself for being so careless, but he was so happy when Seokjin said yes to his request after all the arguments before. Namjoon stammered, trying to find his voice. "I-I didn't mean to! I – I am sorry!" He looked at Seokjin, who was trying hard to keep a straight face.

A playful smile was drawn on Seokjin's lips. "Well," he said softly, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of something else. "I'm irresistible, I know," he teased.

Namjoon almost choked at the sudden joke, blinking at Seokjin in disbelief. "That – that's not –" he could not find any excuse right now because he was too speechless.

Seokjin chuckles. "Whatever it is. The rules are still on though..." he repeated in a serious note.

Namjoon took a long breath and nodded. "I understand and will take it seriously. Thanks again, Seokjin-ssi..."

Seokjin eyes fixated on Namjoon once again. He stares at the man for a moment until Namjoon stands awkwardly in front of him, utterly confused at Seokjin's behavior. Seokjin sighed and walked away slowly. Namjoon watched him take the stairs with a frown.

However, Seokjin stopped at the main door and faced his body to Namjoon. "Namjoon..." his voice sounded velvety.

"Yes Seokjin-ssi..."

"It's okay to call me hyung. We are not strangers anymore and you've been calling me hyung before too, right?"

Namjoon lips parted in aw shuck. He tried to read Seokjin's expression, and he could not find any sarcasm or teasing in the statement. Seokjin was sincere and Namjoon was genuinely happy to accept.

"Okay, hyung..." Namjoon smiled widely until his eyes turned into a crescent moon and his cheek dented into a deep crate.

Seokjin, staring at the sight with a loud heartbeat inside his ribcage, was once again; enamored.

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Namjoon stares at his phone, blinking slowly as his heart beating rapidly. The grip on the phone tightened every second as he tried to collect himself; inhaled and exhaled in count of ten each time. He needs to calm himself before he loses his mind. Namjoon shut his eyes for a few seconds before he glared back at the message on the screen of his phone. He read it all over again, but the content remained the same. His mother’s words were sharp, like arrows piercing through his mind. He could feel the weight of her disappointment even from miles away.

Namjoon sighed. His mother’s messages were always dramatic. He rubbed his temples, the familiar ache settled behind his eyes. He loved his mother, he really did, but her reactions were – intense. Especially when it came to matters of his sister. And this, this was a big one.

Eomma: Hyuna called me, and she wasn’t happy that you married her lover. Bring Seokjin to our house, I want to talk to him about this.

Namjoon’s heart raced as he thought about the situation. Hyuna, who had always been the center of their lives, a golden child, was now a source of chaos. And Namjoon was the one who’s been paying for the wrongful act of hers. He is still trying to cope with his new life with Seokjin. Even if Seokjin has been treating him a bit better than before but still his mother demand is unbearable.

Namjoon didn’t have the gut to ask Seokjin about this. He knows what kind of reaction the said man will give to him. Even listening to Hyuna’s name makes the older go mad, let alone talk about this. Namjoon didn’t want to trigger his anger unnecessarily. Not when their relationship started to sail in a positive way. Namjoon typed the reply with a shaking hand.

I’ll ask Seokjin first. But I’m not sure if he wants to talk about Hyuna at this moment. He is still angry…

His message went through, and Namjoon waits for his mother reply, heart beating so fast. It only takes 15 seconds for the reply and Namjoon sucked the air intensely.

It’s an order, Namjoon! And don’t lie to me because I know he still loves Hyuna!

The words stung like a sharp slap. Namjoon winced, as if someone had physically struck him. He felt a lump rise in his throat. He hadn’t intended to lie, but in that moment, he knew any explanation would fall on deaf ears. His mother, a formidable woman with a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind, had always been convinced that Seokjin’s relationship with Hyuna was far from over.

I’ll tell him.

That’s the only thing he can say to his mother. It’s not even a promise but he knew his mother’s word is mandatory. It’s never NO for Namjoon. Namjoon only. He tossed his phone on the table, wincing at the thud sound but he couldn’t care less whether his phone was broken or not. Namjoon sighed heavily as his eyes turned to the screen of his laptop. He stares at the whole paragraph he had been typing half an hour ago. He had the idea, a very good idea for his new novel. He was excited to write, and his adrenaline was on the top.

Now, it was gone. He could no longer think of anything. The rain of ideas had vanished like a mirage in the desert. It’s not the main problem though. What makes him feel dreaded was how to tell Seokjin about this. Namjoon grimaced as he imagined Seokjin’s face when he told the news. He got up and walked to the window. The rain was falling in sheets, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He needed a distraction, a way to clear his head. He stares at the garden outside, sombre light illuminating the whole area as the water puddle on the grass.

A painful memory flashed in as his eyes fixated on the stormy weather.

He loves rain. He used to play under the rain when he was a kid. Jumping all around as the puddle splashed into his small body. His clothes were dirty, but Namjoon couldn’t care less. He wanted to enjoy the moment. However, it was short-term enjoyment. His mother stood beside the door, hands on her waist while her eyes hawked on him. “Namjoon!” she shouted through her gritted teeth.

Namjoon flinched and his body trembling in the cold weather. His head dangled down as he was too afraid to look at his mother.

“You better get in now! Why are you keep doing things to piss me off? Is it hard to listen to me for once? Why are you so stubborn? Can’t you be a good son like the others? You always give me a headache! Why are you – “

“He’s just a kid…”

Namjoon sighed in relief when he saw his father. “Appa!” His father smiled sweetly at him and Namjoon felt warm at the tenderness of his father’s love.

“ He was like this because you spoiled him too much! That’s why he never listened to me!”

Namjoon watched his father and mother bickering about him and his heart clenched at the sight. He has no intention of creating problems between his parents. He didn’t want his mother to be mad at his father. His father tried to calm down his mother but to no avail. She keeps on nagging, throwing dagger-glares to Namjoon once a while and Namjoon felt more guilt creeping in.

“I’m sorry, Eomma,” his voice trembled as he stands nearby – soaking wet and shivering. His tiny legs wobbled when he walked to his mother, head dangled down in fear. When he looked up, his breath hitched at his mother’s piercing gaze. But he mustered up his courage and tried to grab his mother’s hand – wanted to apologize further.

“So – Sorry, eomma. I –“

In a moment of frustration, she pulled his tiny wrist too hard. Namjoon gasped in surprise, his body stumbling forward.

Just as he lost his balance, Mr. Kim jumped to his feet. “Eun Soo! What are you doing??  He’s just a kid!” he whisper-yelled, his face filled with concern. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Namjoon, holding the child securely behind his back.

Namjoon clung to his father, feeling safe again. His heart raced, not just from the tumble but from the sudden shift in the room’s feeling.

“That’s why we need to teach him!” Eun Soo screamed, not realizing how upset her son was. “If not, he will become worse than this!” She argued, thinking this is the right way to educate Namjoon.

Mr. Kim rubbed his temples, feeling the tension rising. “Eun Soo, teaching is important, but so is kindness. He’s learning. And there’s nothing wrong for him to play around…”

Namjoon looked up at his father’s back, eyes wide and slightly teary. He didn’t understand why his mother seemed so angry. He just wanted to play. In that moment, he felt small and confused. He stares at the puddle beneath his feet, lips trembling thinking that he is a filial son for making his mother upset.

“Eomma, I’m sorry. I – I promise I won’t do it again…” Namjoon whispered, his voice soft and shaky.

Eun Soo groaned in irritation, trying to say something but let go of her intention when she noticed how her husband is giving her cold eyes. She sighed harshly, “Don’t blame me if one day he acts like a prick in the future. You are the reason, not me!”

Namjoon lifted his head to see his mother. His heart skipped a beat when his mother is looking at him with disdain before she left him and his father. The unshed tears fall freely to his chubby cheek. Namjoon huffed when his father suddenly hugged him tightly.

“Don’t be upset, Joonie. Eomma loves you, she just didn’t know how to show it to you…” he said.

Namjoon nodded his head, believing whatever his father told him at that time. He was too young to understand the hatred or the biasness. He thought this is the way how his mother loves him. His mother might be rough, but she has a soft heart. Namjoon just needs to know how to please his mother. One day his mother will love him as Hyuna.

But it’s been years since the incident. Namjoon often felt a sharp sting when he compared himself to Hyuna. She was the favourite. She could do no wrong in their mother’s eyes. Any time he tried to seek attention; it was as if his mother didn’t even notice he was there. But he was a child, still holding on to the thread of hope that one day, he would be more like his sister, instead of the boy who often got scolded.

As years passed, Namjoon grew older but the misunderstandings in his home seemed to grow with him. He became accustomed to tiptoeing around the house on eggshells, cautious of his mother’s temper and constantly vying for her affection. His mother acted like he is invincible in the house. Till now, he still trying so hard to vouch for his mother attention. At one point, Namjoon do wonder. To what extend that he needs to do, so that his mother will love him too?

“Namjoon?” Seokjin frowned, his brow furrowing with concern when he saw that the younger man didn’t seem aware of his presence. Namjoon often got lost in thought but today felt different. Something was wrong.

As Seokjin approached, he noticed the glimmer of tears on Namjoon's cheeks. The sight stopped him in his tracks, his heart racing. He had never seen Namjoon cry before, and a sense of urgency swept over him. “Namjoon,” he repeated, worry tinging his voice. He grabbed Namjoon's arm gently but firmly, turning the taller man to face him. “What happened?” Seokjin asked, his gaze searching Namjoon's face for answers.

Namjoon gasped at the sudden touch, clearly startled. His wide eyes met Seokjin’s, and he quickly wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips, but it sounded shaky and forced. “It’s nothing, hyung. I was just…” he inhaled before continue resolutely, “…thinking.”

Seokjin ignored the flimsy excuse. He could see right through it. “You’re not just thinking, you’re crying. Tell me what’s going on.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to respond but hesitated. He looked away, staring at the window again, his expression clouded. Seokjin’s heart ached at the sight of Namjoon in distress. Namjoon was usually the strong one, always demure and poised. To see him like this stirred a mix of emotions within Seokjin. Seokjin has the urged to soothe the younger man; sense of protectiveness kicked in.

“Is this about work?” Seokjin asked softly. He knows how hard Namjoon is working on his manuscripts for the last month. They’ve been sharing the workroom and Seokjin noticed how Namjoon being so focus on his work. Those punctuation of the keyboard and how his long fingers moves delicately while his brown eyes stared at the screen; that’s a sight that always make him feels serene. It might be odd, but Seokjin loves his presence more than doing works alone in the room.

Namjoon shook his head. “It’s really nothing, hyung… I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately with all the due dates for my manuscript. That’s all.” He avoided and went towards his table. Namjoon glanced at his phone before he took a seat, feigning to type something on his laptop; but it ended up with some unknown words. The sound of keys tapping filled the quiet room, yet his mind was far from focused on the task in front of him.

Seokjin furrowed. He used to see Namjoon stressed about works, grunting when he could not find the right words while writing his novel, but never this level of stress. Seokjin knows there’s something more than works at this point. Namjoon is like an open book; he couldn’t hide his emotions well and Seokjin kind of an expert in reading it lately.

Seokjin pulled out the chair in front of Namjoon. He leaned on the chair with crossed arms, obviously didn’t believe whatever Namjoon was telling him just now. “You know you are a bad liar, right?” he said accusatorily, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Namjoon’s fingers hesitated on the keyboard, his heart racing at the accusation. He knew Seokjin was right, but he decided to ignore him for now, hoping that he would lose interest and move on. His heart is pounding loudly as he can feel the intense stare the older is giving him, but it was impossible to shake off Seokjin's gaze. The older man had a way of looking right through him, peeling back layers and revealing the truth hidden beneath.

Namjoon could feel his pulse quickening, a flutter of anxiety rising in his chest. He wanted to tell him everything, to share the swirling thoughts and worries that had been keeping him restless. Yet, the words felt stuck in his throat. How could he convey his mother’s message to Seokjin? Namjoon didn’t want to make Seokjin angry. Not when their relationship is building at a good phase right now.

Seokjin bend forward, leaning against the desk. “You can talk to me, you know. Whatever is bothering you. I’m here to listen, and if you need my opinion on that, I can give you one or two,” he added, his voice softening.

Namjoon stopped tapping on his laptop. He looked back at Seokjin, breathing through his nose before he sighed defeatedly. “It’s not – not about me…” His voice wavered, as he is contemplating whether to tell Seokjin the truth or not. But if he didn’t tell Seokjin, his mother will be very mad, and Namjoon didn’t want to make his mother to hate him more than she already did.

“Then what it is about?”

Namjoon fidgeted with the edge of his worn denim jacket. He didn’t know how to tell Seokjin about his mother’s demand, how the mounting pressure to meet her this weekend, about the suffocating weight of her insistent. He didn’t want to burden Seokjin with the chaotic reality of his family, wanted to protect Seokjin from that side of his life. But now, the line blurred. He has no other option because of his mother.

“It’s about my mother,” he finally whispered, the words catching in his throat.

Seokjin squinted at the younger man. “What about your mother?” His voice was gruff, a hint of annoyance colouring his tone. To be honest, Seokjin didn’t like her at all. After what had happened at the wedding, his trust in her was practically non-existent. He knew she was in cahoots with Hyuna.

Hyuna, his now ex-fiancée, had always painted a picture of her mother as a paragon, a constant source of support and unwavering belief in her dreams. She’d spoken of an unbreakable bond, a closeness that bordered on the mystical. It wouldn’t surprise Seokjin at all if Mrs. Kim knew about Hyuna’s plan to elope beforehand. In fact, he suspected she orchestrated the entire thing.

Namjoon shifted uncomfortably. He noticed the change of the tone. “She – she is asking us to come home this – this weekend…” he stuttered.

Seokjin raised his brows, staring at Namjoon judgingly. “For what?”

Namjoon gulped. He tried to find excuses so that Seokjin will agree with him. “You know, since we are married, we never – never go to my house and – and meet my parent and pay a respect to them – “

“That’s not a part of the agreement!” Seokjin advocated.

Namjoon flinched at the statement. “I just – “

“Listen, Namjoon!” Seokjin pointed his finger at the said male, anger is bubbling within him at the sudden request. “Whatever your mother is planning right now, it won’t work on me. I know she was involved with your sister’s stupid plan, so I don’t want to talk or to meet people who had ruined my image in public. Understand?”

“Hyung, please,” Namjoon pleaded, “Just listen to me. It’s not what you think.”

Seokjin scoffed. “Not what I think? Your sister, your mother – they planned the whole thing! I’m not idiot, Namjoon! My reputation, my career was ruined… all because of them!” He ran a hand through his hair, the stress evident in his tense shoulders. His normally bright eyes were clouded with hurt and anger.

“It wasn’t like that, Hyung,” Namjoon insisted. “Noona, she - she always been impulsive. She acted without thinking of the consequences. She didn’t know that her decision is wrong, but she truly love you. And – and Eomma, she didn’t… she didn’t orchestrate anything.” Namjoon defended his family. But he knows everything is a lie.

Seokjin crossed his arms, unconvinced. “Don’t try to defend them, Namjoon. I know how ambitious Hyuna is. She really loves modelling, and she thinks she can get away with it by ditching me on the altar. I will never forgive someone who betrayed me or whosoever involved in it. Even if it is you!”

Namjoon lips parted in aw shuck at the accusation. “No, hyung. I’m not – “

“Then don’t make me change my opinion on you, Namjoon!” Each word punctuated like a drumbeat, leaving no room for doubt.

Namjoon got a tight lip. His heart was throbbing inside his ribcage thinking about Seokjin’s threat. It felt as if they were on the edge of an unfathomable chasm, and he was the one staring into the abyss. He was devastated at this point, blaming himself for putting himself in this situation. But he was stuck between his mother and now his husband.

“Hyung, I didn’t mean for things to spiral like this,” Namjoon said, his voice barely rising above the noise. “But, since – since we got married, I never been to my parent’s house…” he said, still trying to convince his husband.

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “I never stopped you from going home though. I’m only asking you to be more cautious outside. You’re free to go to your parent’s house at any time but with permission…”

Namjoon fiddling his finger in nervousness. “Eomma wants you – “

“She has no authority on me. So, she could not order me around. If you want to go home, then go. I give you my permission to do so,” Seokjin cuts instantly.

Namjoon holds his breath, “But Eomma want both of us,” he insisted. His voice shaking slightly.

“But I don’t want to. Isn’t that clear to you, Kim Namjoon-ssi?” The formal suffix hung in the air like a weight, stinging more than intended.

In that moment, Namjoon could feel a tear forming at the edge of his eye. He blinked rapidly to hold it back. “Can’t you – just for this once…”

The sight of Namjoon on the verge of tears hit Seokjin like a sharp jab in the gut. His heart did a summersault as he processed the pain reflected in Namjoon’s eyes.

“Why do you care so much?” Seokjin shot back, his voice softer this time. "Why do you keep doing whatever your Eomma wants? She asked you to replace Hyuna, and you said yes. She asked you to bring me with you, and you said yes too. You already know that I will not agree to this. Why do you go along with everything your mother asks you to do? "

Namjoon was taken aback at the series of questions. He looked at Seokjin, mouth agape as he tried to answer directly but he couldn’t find any words to say. He frowned, the lines etching deeper on his forehead as he struggled to formulate a response.

“You are doing everything for Hyuna too…”  Seokjin continues. To be honest, it’s shocking to him that Namjoon seems sacrificing a lot for his mother and Hyuna. This fact doesn’t go unnoticed.

Seokjin had been quiet for a while, observing. Now, his silence had broken, revealing a dam of unspoken observations and growing concerns. These concerns were based on facts he’d learned since their marriage, facts that had begun to paint a picture far different from the initial rosy portrait he'd envisioned of his husband's life.

Namjoon finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I just want them to be happy,” he said, his gaze dropping to the floor. His words sounded almost childish in their simplicity, revealing a deep well of familial responsibility that felt overwhelming. “They are my family and it’s my duty to be a good son and brother, right?” he said, voice wavered as if there’s a bit of uncertainty in his statement.

“Even if you need to sacrifice your life for them? I mean look at you now. You are stuck in this marriage with me. A marriage with someone you didn’t love at all…”

Seokjin’s voice echoed in the empty room, each word a sharp sting to Namjoon’s heart. He bit his lip, the familiar metallic taste a testament to his inner turmoil. He wanted to tell Seokjin the truth, the truth that burned within him like a wildfire—a truth that threatened to consume their carefully constructed life. He loved Seokjin. He had loved Seokjin long before their arranged marriage.

But their marriage was a compromise. A necessity. That’s the truth. Namjoon knows he has no chance because Seokjin loves Hyuna. And Namjoon didn’t want to take something which does not belong to him. After their contract ended, he will back to his old life and Seokjin will be happy again with Hyuna. And his mother will be happy too. Maybe he will get the validation from his mother because of this. Namjoon prayed for that to happen.

As for now, he just wants to do everything he can for his mother. He didn’t want to add another reason for his mother to hate him. It’s been his whole life seeking for the validation from his mother and he didn’t want to ruin it. Not now. Not when he has the reason to win his mother’s love. He will bear Seokjin’s wrath for this. Even if Seokjin hates him, Namjoon will accept that as part of his fate.

“Hey….”

Namjoon jerked when Seokjin holds his hand on the table, look up with confusion. Seokjin looks concerned and Namjoon didn’t know why.

Seokjin breathed out, “Why are you crying again?”

Namjoon choked and quickly touched his wet cheek. Why was he crying? The memories of childhood flooded back as he thought of his mother, her fierce love, but also her harsh words that had stung over the years. "I'm fine," he managed to say, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

Seokjin chided, obviously did not believe the words uttered by the younger. He tightened his grip on Namjoon’s slender fingers. He studied him more closely. “Why are you crying?” he asked again, his tone a blend of curiosity and genuine concern.

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon shifted in his seat. Namjoon wanted to tell him everything, but the words stuck in his throat. He felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, and the fall would change everything. Still, he wanted Seokjin to understand his situation.

Staring into Seokjin’s eyes, he finally spoke, “I just… missed my family. A lot…” Another droplet of tears falls as the words hung into the room. It’s been couple of months since I saw my parent and I want to know if they are okay or not. I am afraid if the reporters been harassing or stalking them like us too…”

Seokjin keeps silence listening to Namjoon, staring at him with awryness in his heart.

“Can you please for this once go with me? Just this once! And you didn’t need to go again in the future. I promise!” Namjoon desperately pleaded as he felt a surge of determination mixed with anxiety. The words felt like a fragile promise he was making to himself and Seokjin.

Seokjin takes a deep breath. Looking how Namjoon looks so desperate and how he hates that he needs to face with Mrs Kim, but he didn’t have the heart to say no to Namjoon. Not when Namjoon is begging him for the first time.

“Fine,” Seokjin finally muttered, almost defeated. “I’ll go with you to see your mom. But you owe me a huge favour after this.”

A smile broke onto Namjoon’s face, his eyes sparkling with relief. “Thank you! I swear, just this once! You won’t regret it!”

Seokjin huffed. “Well, I hope so…”

Which later, Seokjin totally regretted his decision to agree with Namjoon.

Namjoon regrets everything.

Chapter Text

The Weight of Expectation

"What crushes us isn't the world's expectation — it's the fear that if we fail, we were never enough to begin with."

Namjoon sat on the passenger seat of the car, his body tense and his mind racing. The trees around them blurred into green streaks as they drove toward his childhood home. He couldn't stop fidgeting, drumming his fingers on the seat. The radio played softly in the background, but he barely noticed it. His heart pounded like a drumbeat in his ears. Today was the day he would meet his mother – with Seokjin.

Seokjin, his husband sitting next to him in the front seat, seemed perfectly calm. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in time with the music, focussing on the road with his charismatic demeanour. How could he be so relaxed? Namjoon glanced at him, feeling a mix of envy and admiration.

Namjoon huffed in frustration for the umpteenth times. When he messaged his mother that they are on the way, his mother sounded so happy. She keeps saying that Seokjin will be excited with the news she wanted to convey. What news? Namjoon didn't know since his mother didn't tell him at all.

Is it about Hyuna? Is she coming back already? Namjoon's heart feels a bit tinged of pain. Thinking that Hyuna is there and how Seokjin will be happy to see her.

"I thought you were excited to go to your parent's house? " Seokjin broke the silence. His voice was light but carried an edge of concern. Namjoon winced at the question. He glanced at Seokjin for a brief moment before shifting his gaze back to the road, trying to avoid his husband questionable face.

"I – I am..." Namjoon whispered, his voice trailing off. Frowning, he felt a stir of panic within himself. Was he really excited? He should be, right? After all, it had been for a while since he visited his parents. Yet, a part of him felt a heavy weight in his chest, thinking about his mother and Hyuna.

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "You didn't sound excited, though," he pointed out, glancing at Namjoon on his side.

Namjoon swallowed. "I'm just – nervous..."

"Should I be concerned about it then? " Seokjin finally broke the curiosity. "I mean, you seemed so eager to ask me to come with you, but today, you look like you're regretting your decision. "

Namjoon turned his face to the side, attempting to hide his troubled expression. He could feel Seokjin's eyes on him, always able to read between the lines. "I – I am not... I'm just nervous because it's been long since I met them," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. The anxiety bubbled up in him as he thought about the request his mother had made.

Seokjin hummed but continued to look concerned. "What's really bothering you? Is it just the time away, or is it something else?"

Namjoon was about to open his mouth to say something before he realized that the car finally reached the street nearby his parent's house. His heart was beating so loud that he can feel his feet shaking.

"Well, we are here..." Seokjin said.

Namjoon held his breath as he watched his mother's silhouette in front of their house. She stood there with her arms crossed, her face lit up with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Today was special because Seokjin was finally arriving.

The big, shiny car pulled into the driveway, and Namjoon's heart raced. He felt the tension in his body rise as he stepped out of the car. He glanced at Seokjin, who stood beside him, his expression calm, but there was something in his eyes that told Namjoon he was just as nervous. Then, all of a sudden, Seokjin reached out and gripped Namjoon's hand. The gesture felt strange but familiar, and it took Namjoon a moment to understand.

It was an act. They never discussed on how to act in front of their parent during this visit but Namjoon could tell that Seokjin came prepared. The way how he tightened the grip on his hand and how his eyes twitched when he smile at his mother. Everything was a façade. Before he could think further, his mother rushed towards them.

"Namjoon! Seokjin! Welcome!" Mrs. Kim exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She swept Namjoon into a warm embrace and then, without missing a beat, did the same with Seokjin.

"Eomma?" Namjoon called out softly. He was happy to see his mother so excited to meet them.

"Seokjin, please come in. Make yourself comfortable. This is your house too," she chirped happily, pushing him gently to enter while ignoring her own son. Namjoon let out a knowing sigh softly.

Seokjin let out a small hum, unsure. He stepped inside, feeling nostalgic. The warm scent of home-cooked meals surrounded him, but it also brought back memories—good and bad. The last time he had been here, he was holding Hyuna's hand, feeling the joy of being her boyfriend. Now, he was married to Namjoon, Hyuna's brother, and everything felt different.

Seokjin feels bitter at the fact and couldn't hide his sudden morose mood. Namjoon noticed the changes and then turn to see his mother. She's seemed unaware of Seokjin's expression. Namjoon kind of relief at that.

"Where's appa?" Namjoon asked while roaming around the living room looking for his father.

Mrs. Kim clears her throat. "He's not here. He has a gathering with his friends and won't come back until later..."

Namjoon looks at his mother, a bit confused at the answer. "Oh, he didn't know that we will be here today?" he innocently asked. He was so happy to come home to meet his parent – his father mostly. Knowing that he is not here makes Namjoon kind of disappointed and sad.

Mrs. Kim rolled her eyes in irritation. "I'm enough to treat both of you. He wasn't needed today..." voice laced with a tinge of venom.

Reality descended upon him. His mother had planned everything very well. He knew that Mrs. Kim didn't tell his father about their visit. She didn't want his father to interrupt her plan for today. If he knew beforehand, he would never agree with whatever she had in mind. Mrs. Kim had executed her mission perfectly, and today was all about him and her.

Seokjin sat quietly in the living room, a space filled with warmth and memories. The soft glow of the evening sun painted the walls with hues of orange and gold. As he rested on the couch, his eyes drifted to a small table in the corner, where a few frames sat. One specific photo caught his attention, pulling at his heartstrings.

In the picture, Hyuna was beaming; her smile was so bright it seemed to light up the entire room. She looked beautiful, her joy making her seem almost otherworldly. Seokjin remembered that moment vividly. It was taken during a sunny day at the park, surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms. Hyuna's laughter filled the air as they took selfies on their dates. They had all been so happy that day, reminding Seokjin of how wonderful life could be.

Namjoon follows his husband eyes and saddened at the fact that Seokjin is longingly stares at Hyuna's picture. He knew that Hyuna held a special place in Seokjin's heart, a chapter in their lives that was both beautiful and bittersweet.

"She looks so radiant, wasn't she? It's her favourite picture because you took it for her," Mrs Kim said when she noticed that Seokjin was staring at Hyuna's picture. She was relieved to see that Seokjin still has feeling for Hyuna as his eyes fixated at the picture. At first, she was worried that Seokjin already forgotten about her. After he married Namjoon, Mrs. Kim became restless, afraid that Seokjin still mad at Hyuna.

Seokjin silence makes her excited to ignite something obvious yet oblivious. "I bet you still love her, right?" An impetuous statement; uncalled for.

Namjoon was shocked at his mother's audacity and he quickly glanced at Seokjin; waiting the said man to answer with a thrumming heartbeat, holding his breath in anticipation.

Seokjin clenched his jaw, turned his head towards Mrs. Kim who is staring at him with a wide smile. He didn't know why Mrs. Kim acting in a such way but he's evidently didn't like how this is going. "It's all in the past," he finally speaks – tone firm and void.

Mrs. Kim flinched at the coldness. She slowly (carefully) leaned forward, her expression serious now. "I know she hurt you and—"

"I wish not to talk about this," Seokjin interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended. He could feel the tension building, like a tight rubber band, ready to snap. He hated being pushed to remember Hyuna. And he didn't appreciate how Mrs. Kim is keep on mentioning her daughter.

Mrs Kim gulped in nervousness as she throw a glance at Namjoon, squinting her eyes in irritation. "Let's eat first, then we can talk, okay?" Mrs. Kim finally suggested with a nervous chuckle that held no humour. Her laughter felt forced and awkward, almost desperate.

Seokjin just hummed lazily, his mind elsewhere, floating in the sea of his thoughts. He did not want to talk about Hyuna. He wanted to push those memories away, to keep them buried where they wouldn't hurt as much. Mrs. Kim took this silence as a cue to leave the table and hurried off to finish setting up lunch.

"Namjoon, help me set the table!" she called, her voice rising in urgency. It was an obvious command, and Namjoon nodded, standing up eagerly.

"Yes, eomma!" He looked at Seokjin for a few seconds, a bit guilty for whatever his mother is trying to do just now before he joined his mother in the kitchen.

Namjoon approached his mother, staring at how his mother is busy in placing all the dishes on the plates and bowls. Namjoon tried to help with one of it when his mother slapped his hand – harsh and Namjoon grimaced at the sudden impact.

"Don't touch it. I don't want your stupid clumsy hands ruined my dishes!" she spat venomously.

Namjoon bites his lips while he rubbed his hand. "Sorry, eomma. I just want to –"

"No need!" she cuts.

Namjoon remained silent as he watched his mother works around the kitchen. He didn't know what is his role to be there but he just stand distantly, afraid to trigger his mother anger further.

"I can see what're you doing, Namjoon!" Mrs. Kim hissed, her gaze flickering nervously toward Seokjin at the dining table, fumbling with his utensils. Not too far away, but not close enough to hear snippets of the escalating conversation.

Namjoon frowned. "I didn't do anything..."

Mrs Kim glared at Namjoon viciously. "You make Seokjin hates Hyuna!" she snapped, whisper-yelling. Her accusation danced in the air like an unwanted visitor that refused to leave.

"Wha – what? I never – I don't –" Namjoon stuttered, his voice dwindling under the weight of his mother's fury.

"Yes, you are! If not, why is Seokjin still mad at her? You've been married for a couple of months only. Did you keep saying something bad about your sister?" Mrs. Kim pressed on the accusations ad nauseum. 

"Eomma – I – never – I'm not –" Namjoon was speechless and he couldn't think a word to defend himself.

"Don't lie to me, Namjoon!" she exclaimed, her finger hovering dangerously close to his face. Her dark eyes were full of fire, and he flinched at the intensity of her gaze.

"Eom – eomma..." Namjoon continue to stammering as he tried to find the right words to defend himself.

"You better fix this! Remember, your marriage is for six months only. Don't you ever dare to do anything that can ruin their relationship! Understand?"

Each word from her lips cut deeper than the last. Namjoon's heart sank. It was hard hearing his mother's expectations laid out so bluntly. To say he was not hurt by her declaration would be a lie, and he knew it. The weight of expectation pressed down on him, suffocating him.

Why was his mother so adamant about Hyuna being with Seokjin when she was the one who left him at the altar? Did she not see the pain that had caused? To Seokjin? To him? Why his mother keeps putting him in such difficult situation?

"I just want what's best for our family," Mrs. Kim continued, her voice softer now but still firm. "Hyuna is a good girl, and she deserves happiness. Seokjin deserves that happiness too. They both love each other!"

Namjoon felt a swirl of emotions—confusion, anger, and sorrow. He knows how much Seokjin loves Hyuna before, but the idea of forcing him into a relationship with Hyuna after all the mess felt wrong to him. "Eomma, I care about Hyuna, really, but..."

"But what, Namjoon?" she interrupted, crossing her arms. "You think you can betray Hyuna's trust – my trust and not suffer the consequences? Just be on Hyuna's spot for another few months before she comes back. That's the only duty you need to fulfill."

He wanted to shout that he didn't want to marry Seokjin, that it was all a plan to appease his mother, for the sake of everyone dignities, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he just nodded, feeling defeated. "I understand," he finally whispered, hoping to end the conversation.

"I hope you do, Namjoon..."

Mrs Kim then bring out the dishes to the table, placing it elegantly in front of Seokjin. Namjoon took a seat beside Seokjin, sighing deeply as Seokjin glanced at him questionably. Namjoon ignores the stare as he blankly stares at the table.

"Seokjin, try the chicken! I made it just for you," Mrs. Kim said with a sweet smile.

Seokjin picked up a piece of chicken and took a small bite. "It's good!" he said.

Mrs. Kim beamed with pride despite the flat respond.  Namjoon watched, feeling like a stranger at the table while they talk to each other, echoing softly in his mind.

With every bite he took, Namjoon felt even less hungry. The food was delicious, but his heart was heavy. He couldn't shake the earlier conversation with his mother out of his mind. It played in a loop, each word like a stone sinking in his stomach. Hunger already left his stomach. He could care less what's the conversation between the two. Namjoon just want to go home.

Home? Namjoon's heart sank further. Namjoon's eyes wandering around the house, it felt like a distant memory of laughter and warmth replaced with tension and disappointment. What did family mean to him now?

The walls of the house began to close in on him. It had been his safe place, filled with love and smiles. But now, it felt foreign. The photos on the walls, the little notes pinned to the fridge—they all felt like reminders of a happy time that was slipping away.

As he glanced around, tears began to prick at his eyes. He blinked hard, willing them to stay back. Until the times when Namjoon and Seokjin ready to get home, Namjoon didn't utter any words, drowning in his own emotional distress. Even if Seokjin noticed the changes, he said nothing too. On the other hand, Mrs. Kim just being persistent to keep on talking to him.

"Thanks for the food," Seokjin politely said.

Mrs. Kim smile. "I'm glad to cook for you, Seokjin. In fact, I am happy that you want to come here today..."

Seokjin clears his throat. "Because Namjoon said he miss the house and you..." he glanced at Namjoon for a second when he said that.

Namjoon a bit surprise but at the same time feels grateful for the answer. He knows Seokjin just being nice to him and to his mother. His lips curved into a small smile of appreciation.

Mrs Kim tried to ignore the words and pulling Seokjin's hand, softly gripped onto both of his hands. Seokjin was caught off guard but didn't have the heart to pull it away. "Seokjin," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I want to talk about you and my daughter, Hyuna."

Seokjin's eyes narrowed at the mention of Hyuna again. "I said I don't want to talk about this. It's all in the past! Now, I am married to Namjoon!"

Mrs. Kim gasped, feeling the weight of his words. "Seokjin, please... I want to apologize on her behalf. She has no intention to hurt you. She really loves you... But she has no choice..."

At those words, undercurrents of tension ran through the room. Seokjin shot an icy glare at Mrs. Kim and pulled his hand harshly, making her flinch. "You think her feelings can change the fact that she chose to left me on our wedding day?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger.

"Hyung, please..." called Namjoon, trying to intervene. But Seokjin turned, looking at him with a mixture of pain and rage.

"Namjoon, I agreed to come here because you said you miss your parent, not to talk about your sister!" Seokjin lamented, invading the space between them. The air was thick with unresolved feelings, and Namjoon's heart sank at seeing his husband in such turmoil.

Feeling helpless, Mrs. Kim desperately tried to reason with Seokjin. "We all make choices, Seokjin. Sometimes, those choices are made for us. Hyuna never meant to hurt you. She just want to do something she likes first before she settled down with you. She'll come back and both of you can -"

"It doesn't matter. She had made her choice and I've made mine. That's all that should matter," he replied, his voice firm but strained. A shadow of memories flashed across his face, memories of joy and laughter shared with Hyuna. He clenched his fists, resisting the emotions threatening to spill over. No one understood the weight he carried, the decisions made in the heat of anger and misunderstanding. He wished it could be easy, like a happy ending in a fairy tale, but life was never that simple.

"But, Seokjin..." Mrs Kim continue. "Seokjin, you can't just ignore everything, Hyuna values you more than you realize. She's lost without you."

"I said I'm done!" Seokjin shouted unexpectedly, the words bursting out before he could hold them back. He stepped back, surprised by his own volume, leaving both Namjoon and Mrs. Kim silent, their faces registering shock.

"Namjoon, this is all your fault -"

"I'm sorry, Eomma! We'll talk about this later, I promise!" Namjoon quickly runs after Seokjin, ignoring his mother's screaming his name in anger. For him, Seokjin matters more than anything else right now.

"Hyung! Hyung!" Namjoon shouted, running as fast as he could. He watched as Seokjin marched to his car, ignoring him completely. "Please, hyung!" Namjoon wheezed as he finally caught up to Seokjin and grabbed his arm firmly.

Seokjin stopped but didn't turn to look at him. There was a deep frustration etched in his features. Seokjin felt his chest tighten. "Namjoon, please don't. I don't want to discuss Hyuna any longer," Seokjin said, his tone heavy with exhaustion.

"Hyung, please. Eomma just -"

Seokjin turned to Namjoon instantly, scowling at the younger man. "Enough, Namjoon! You've known that your mother will talk about your sister today, right? That's the reason why you insist to come here? Am I right, Namjoon?"

Namjoon flinched at the accusation, gulping in nervousness. Seokjin's piercing gaze made his stomach twist with unease. "Listen," Namjoon tried to reason, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for it to be like this. I just thought—"

"Thought what?" Seokjin interrupted, crossing his arms tightly. "That we could talk about your sister as if everything is normal? As if we aren't still dealing with the mess that happened? This is my first and last time here. I didn't want to talk about it again. Tell that to your mother. Whatever happens today, you are responsible to that! I had enough of this bullshit. Hyuna, your mother and even yours!"

Namjoon eyes widen as tears started to blur his vision. "Hyung...I - I didn't mean to -" He stammered, his voice shaking. He wanted to explain, to tell Seokjin it was all a misunderstanding, but the words wouldn't come. All he could do was watch as Seokjin's face twisted with frustration.

Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, his own heart aching at the sight of Namjoon's distress. He felt anger bubbling inside him, not just towards the situation but also towards Mrs. Kim, who had taken it upon herself to intervene in his life yet again.

"I'm sorry, hyung..." Namjoon apologized. The dam of his tears broken unwantedly.

With a deep breath, Seokjin tried to calm himself. "I just can't believe you would—" he started, but stopped when he saw more tears streaming down Namjoon's face. It was as if the younger's emotion was a mirror, reflecting back his own frustration. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I just wish you'd think before you act."

Namjoon shook his head, his voice trembling as he spoke again. "I'm sorry, hyung. I have no—no intention for this to end up like this. I'm really sorry..." The sobs broke free, consumed by the overflowing emotions. He tried to brush away his tears but it wouldnt stop from flowing. Namjoon couldnt help but feels pathetic of himself. The guilt and regrets he had today was overwhelming. Namjoon just couldn't from cyring and crying.

Seokjin holds his breath as his lips parted slightly, looking at Namjoon. Seokjin always thought himself strong-willed, but there was one thing he could never resist: a beautiful crier. Whenever Hyuna, with her shimmering crystal tears, started crying, whether to sway him when he was mad or to get what she wanted; Seokjin's defenses crumbled instantly. His heart felt soft, and he found himself folding faster than he intended.

"Damn it," Seokjin muttered under his breath, feeling that familiar weakness creeping back. It seemed those tears weren't just a family trait—they were his ultimate challenge. A kryptonite that weaken his shield.

Seokjin huffed. He didn't know why, but he just dragged the younger, Namjoon, into his arms. He could hear the gasps from Namjoon, but he chose to ignore it. Namjoon felt warm and fragile against him. Seokjin placed his hand on the back of Namjoon's head, stroking it gently. The moment was heavy, filled with unspoken feelings.

Another sob slipped through Namjoon's lips as he hid his face against Seokjin's broad shoulder. "I'm sorry, hyung... I'm really sorry!" Namjoon's voice was muffled, filled with despair and regret.

Seokjin tightened his hold. To be honest, he's still mad. But knowing how big is Mrs. Kim's influence on Namjoon, Seokjin realized that Namjoon was just a tool for her plot today. He knew how much Namjoon respected his mother. He knew how strong her power against him. That's the reason why Namjoon agree to marry him on Hyuna's place.

Seokjin wasn't stupid. He could see everything. He could read the room clearly. That's why he was so mad. He was frustrated that Namjoon let his mother use him even today. The same power she had used against Namjoon to agree to marry him. Being her dutiful son, Namjoon agreed without hesitation. How much have Namjoon sacrificed for his family?

At some point, Seokjin did wonder, why Hyuna got all the privileges while Namjoon received nothing. Hyuna was always the favored child, the one who could do no wrong in her mother's eyes. Namjoon, on the other hand, was burdened with responsibility, always striving to meet his mother's impossibly high expectations.

Seokjin wanted to be respectful. She's still his mother-in-law. But Mrs. Kim did cross the line, and Seokjin couldn't tolerate it anymore. Seokjin was so immersed with his anger that he let it out towards Namjoon. Which, he has no intention at all. And here he is, hugging the younger while the said man crying in his arm.

Seokjin had always been a silent observer. When he was with Hyuna, he noticed subtle tensions and cold exchanges between her and Namjoon but Seokjin kept his distance, believing it wasn't his place to interfere. Yet now, with Namjoon married into the family, his patience was wearing thin. The way Mrs. Kim treated Namjoon, dismissing his feelings so carelessly, especially when she spoke about Hyuna, struck a nerve deep inside him. It was cruel, unfair, and, quite frankly, ridiculous.

As he wanted to remain respectful but there was a line, a limit to what he could accept. Now, in the quiet aftermath, Seokjin at guilt. Seokjin holds Namjoon close, the younger man's tears soaking his shirt. It was a raw, unspoken apology, a release of all the bottled-up emotions.

"I'm sorry..." the echoed apology from the younger continues.

Seokjin let out a heavy sigh, pushing Namjoon's trembling body gently aside. His gaze locked onto Namjoon's tear-streaked face, eyes cold yet conflicted. "I know it's not entirely your fault," he said slowly, "but I have to warn you, Namjoon..."

Namjoon swallowed, his throat tightening as the weight of Seokjin's words settled over him.

"This can't happen again. Do not interfere with my relationship with Hyuna. And whatever you do, don't let your mother use you as a tool against me because of this. Do you understand?" Seokjin's voice was low but firm, each word carrying a warning that left no room for argument.

Namjoon nodded slowly, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "I understand," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Seokjin's expression softened just a fraction, but the edge in his voice remained. "Good. Because if this happens again, it won't just be words next time."

Namjoon looked down, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I'll be careful. I promise. I never wanted to cause any trouble between you and Hyuna..."

Seokjin chided. "There's nothing between us anymore for you to cause trouble, Namjoon."

For a moment, silence hung between them—thick with unsaid things and uncertain futures. Then Seokjin stepped back, running a hand through his hair as if trying to shake off the tension.

"Just... don't make me regret trusting you." Seokjin speaks while his eyes staring at Namjoon.

Namjoon met his gaze, determination flickering in his tear-filled eyes. "You won't, hyung."