He went to baggage claim and retrieved the things. He kept a steadying hand on you as often as he could. You rubbernecked, and now that the fear of the plane had passed. You got to his car. He opened the door for you and helped you in, then buckled your seat belt, as you didn't seem inclined to do it yourself. He threw the suitcase and his duffel bag in the back.

"I feel like I stand out from others and not in a good way" You sighed.

"You look beautiful just the way you are but if fitting in is all you want then I'll make a call"

"Only if it is not an inconvenience"

"Not at all" Taehyung looks at you, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"You look beautiful now but I can't wait to see what you look like all dolled up"

Butterflies kick up in your belly and Taehyung continues driving.

Manoeuvring through the city, Taehyung watched traffic while stealing glimpses of you as you took in the sights. He pointed out landmarks as you passed. Once you were settled in, he'd have to take you sightseeing. New York City had plenty to impress you with, though he'd lived too close for too long to be dazzled by what it had to offer. He'd much rather take you to the beach house or one of his other recreational properties, where you both could relax.

You fell asleep before you were even out of New York, exhausted by your long journey. Having you in the United States, after waiting so long to meet you, was surreal. It gave Taehyung the uncomfortable sensation of being irrevocably responsible for another human being's welfare. He'd had subs before, often two at a time, but he'd brought you here and you had no support system except him. In the past, some women he'd dated were somewhat dependent on him, but in your case he was literally the only thing standing between you and danger.

It almost felt like he was taking responsibility for a child. Maybe you had life skills, but they would do you very little good in a foreign country. His silent drive home gave him time to think, but none of his thoughts were comforting. It was official-he was crazy, just like Jimin had been saying for the past nine months.

You woke only as he turned off into the driveway of his house. It was dark out, but the timer had flipped on the outside lights so at least they could see their way to the door. You stood outside on the front walk, gazing up at the house.

A massive ultra-lux mansion towered over you as she walked up.

"What is this place?" You ask.

"This is my house," he replied simply. "Your house too, if you choose to stay here, then it will be our home" He keyed his passcode into the control panel and opened the door, then led you into the foyer. The sleekness and clean lines of the marble, glass, and metal soothed you.

You tucked your hands behind your back and laced your fingers together. You were taking in everything. All of that felt like a dream.

Your stare was reproachful.

He smiled at you, trying to push away your discomfort. There were times when he worried you'd been given to him as a sacrificial lamb-as some sort of repayment for the money he contributed to his old community. He really hoped you didn't see yourself that way. He didn't want a wife who'd volunteered to marry him out of a sense of obligation. It had never been his intention to buy himself companionship.

"Go ahead and look around. I'll make sure all your stuff is taken to your room" He said.

You were still standing in the foyer when he came back into the house, as though you were too afraid to explore without supervision.

"You don't wanna look around?"

"No, I mean yes but I'm afraid I'll get lost or break something - "

"You won't get lost. It's not that big. And everything that's mine is yours, so break it all, if you wish"

You were flustered, "Maybe some other time"

He nodded, then showed you how to use the keypad to get in and out of the house. He could tell it made you nervous, but you did your best to follow his directions.

"My security company knows that you live here now, so if you do the wrong thing they'll contact you and you can explain what happened and they'll help you fix it." Your eyes went wide. "Don't worry. I pay them, so they'll be nice to you no matter what happens."

You nodded but didn't look relieved.

Room by room, he took you through the house. Rather than getting used to the environment, each new thing seemed to be a fresh shock. When you reached the master bedroom, you stood in the doorway, a furious blush coloring your cheeks. You avoided looking directly at the bed. When he led you into the master bathroom, however, the sight of it won a giddy laugh from you, which you smothered with both hands.

"You like it?"

"This house is like one from a magazine." Taehyung giggled at your amazed face.

Taehyung shrugged. "Don't forget to have fun? Take up a hobby, volunteer somewhere, or continue your education, whatever you want"

So many women would have jumped at the chance to be spoiled and spend their days amusing themselves. You looked crestfallen.

"You don't need me here, do you?" you said accusatorily. "Marrying me is charity, not necessity." Your thin shoulders drew up to your ears, as though you could hide from him that way. "I was hoping to at least be useful to you."

Shit.

Hoping he wouldn't frighten you, Taehyung put his hands on your shoulders and smoothed them downward with his palms. "It's nothing like that. In America, you're going to have to learn to relax and have a good time. Marrying you isn't about charity, sweetheart. It's about stealing a bit of Korea and keeping it as my own." He winked at you and you smiled shyly, then averted your gaze.

"So you've stolen me? Are you going to lock me in your tower and throw away the key?"

Were you flirting? Thoughts of the girl in a sex dungeon intruded, and he guiltily pushed them away.

"If you're going to be my wife, throwing away the key would make our relationship difficult. Don't you think?" He let some innuendo slip into his words, to see how you would respond.

You bit your lip and looked at the floor, but nodded.

"For now, the room next to mine will be yours. We're still strangers to each other, and I don't want to rush you. I thought it might be more comfortable for you to have your own space for a while."

You walked into the room he'd prepared for you.

"I left it plain, because I didn't know what you liked. I can arrange for a decorator to come tomorrow night. I want you to make the space your own."

You looked around the room, and smiled. "I like it like this. I don't want to change anything." Taehyung gave her a warm smile for her modesty and left the room.

The next morning, You decided to make breakfast for Taehyung. You went into his room and quietly open the door.

Taehyung was sleeping soundly in his boxers on a grand, king sized bed. Sunlight pooled on his bare chest. Beneath his tousled hair, his eyes were closed. He looked so peaceful that you almost didn't want to wake him up. You set the tray on his nightstand. Gathering all your courage, you brush a lack of hair from his brow. He groans and blinks awake, gently grabbing onto your wrist.

"I made you breakfast..." You slowly whispered. For a long moment, he doesn't move. His grip steadfast. He finally releases you and slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes.

*Just imagine a sleepy Taehyung cause that bitch looks hot asf when sleepy*

"You brought me breakfast in bed?" He questioned.

"Is that bad?"

"No, it's sweet"

You sighed. You grab the tray and set it down on Taehyung's lap. You then turn to leave.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"To have a shower"

"Later, Now come here" He pats a spot on the mattress beside him. You swallow hard trying not to shake, you climb onto the bed and sit cross legged in front of him.

He takes a bite of porridge. He nods in delight "Yummy" he says.

Then he slips the spoon back into the porridge and scoops up a mouthful. Then he holds it out for you.

"Take a bite" He said, again command evident in his deep voice. "C'mon Y/N, let me see that pretty mouth of yours"

Looking deep into his eyes, you open your mouth. He smiles and leans in. With care, he slips the spoon into your mouth, tipping the buttery porridge into your tongue.

"How does it taste?" He asks,

"Okay-ish"

"Don't be shy with me. I want you to own your worth, babygirl"

He puts the spoon down and leans in close to you. His breath hot near your neck.

"Tell me, how it is"

"It's - It's good, sir..." She said.

She immediately regretted it. She had called him sir again.

"Say, 'I am a good cook sir" Taehyung commanded.

She was confused. Did he want her to call him sir or not?

"I'm a good cook sir" You said timidly.

Taehyung stared at your lips with hungry eyes and you didn't dare to move.

"good girl" He remarked, his voice low and raspy.

Then he leaned back and took the bowl in his hands and continued to eat while you caught your breath.

"So, where is your dog?" You ask.

"What?" Taehyung asked surprisingly.

"I saw this collar and leash hanging in the pantry. I didn't know you had a pet" You said.

Mid bite, Taehyung freezes. His shoulders tense and he doesn't meet your eyes.

"I don't have a dog, It's uh- It's just a leftover from another time"

"So, you used to have a dog?" You asked again.

"You know what? You should go get ready. We have an appointment in a couple of hours"

You felt that he was avoiding the question so you didn't push him.

"An appointment for what?"

"Your American makeover"

You shower and dress, and Taehyung drives you to a mall first.

The first store he led you to seemed bleak compared to the bright fabrics and pop music the juniors' stores used to lure patrons. He knew what he liked on a woman, but that style would look ridiculous on you, even if the store carried your size. The haughty-looking store attendant approached you, smiling broadly at Taehyung and ignoring you completely.

"Can I help you, sir? Are you looking for anything specific?"

He gestured grimly to you. "Do you carry clothing that would fit her?"

The woman's brow quirked and she looked you over with barely concealed disdain. "I doubt it. Besides, the clothing we carry is for a more mature woman. I can see if we have anything appropriate, but she might be more comfortable shopping at our sister store downstairs."

He nodded, took your elbow, and steered you out of that store and into the next.

"Hello, sir. Are you shopping for your wife?" The saleswoman smiled briefly at you and looked back at Taehyung expectantly.

His mouth opened and closed, not sure how to respond to that.

"Are you going to help him pick something out for your mom?" the woman asked you.

Taehyung blinked, then led you out of the store without another word. He looked at you again, and realized that letting you put braids in your pretty brown hair had been an error in judgment. It made you look even younger.

Fuck. Though your braids were probably a big reason for the error, he couldn't deny it was a blow to his ego. Did he look that old? Old enough to have a teenage daughter?

He looked over at you again. They were going to have to visit Rosé later. For now, he pulled you to him, and undid your braids.

You looked at him questioningly, and he explained, "That woman thought you were my daughter. No braids." Your amber eyes widened and she laughed into her hand.

"You don't look that old," she teased. "Why would she think that?"

Impish little thing. He wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you, and maybe swat your ass, but you weren't ready for anything that crazy. "I'm twenty five, but you definitely don't look twenty-one. We need to fix that before I get arrested."

You sighed and looked longingly at the level below you. "You're going to tell me I'm not allowed to have shirts with cartoons on them, aren't you?" She pouted up at him.

He smiled apologetically. "Maybe when you're forty."

YOU scrunch your nose at him, but didn't complain.

The answering grin on your face warmed him even more. He'd never really been attracted to women who could be classified as adorable, but maybe he'd been choosing wrong all these years. Adorable was . . . adorable.

They stood too close, looking at each other. Again he had the urge to kiss you, but he didn't. When it happened again, he wanted it to be your idea. The tension was there though. The attraction. It was a relief to know there was chemistry between you both, even if neither of you was ready to act on it yet. You didn't seem to know what to do about your apparent attraction to him. It was the sweetest damn thing.

Before he gave in to the temptation to drag you into his arms, he led you down the hall. He sighed in relief when he found a store that looked more age-appropriate. The store attendant ignored you both when you walked in, and Taehyung was grateful. He was done answering questions from nosy store clerks.

He and you sorted through the racks, and together they piled items into Taehyung's arms until he couldn't carry any more. He asked the attendant if you could use the fitting room and got you set up in one. Taehyung settled on the couch just outside the rooms, knowing the process of trying it all on would take a while. He didn't often shop with girls, but something about the prospect of seeing you in new things, and picturing you getting changed on the other side of the door, intrigued him.

When you finally emerged, staring shyly at the floor again, he was relieved. With well-cut, quality clothing, you looked petite rather than childish.

"At least I look mature"

"Very pretty," he said, nodding his approval. The blue dress skimmed your thin frame, and with your hair loose around your shoulders you looked more adult. Ditching the clunky black shoes might help, too, if you were willing. "Turn."

Head down and shoulders slumped, you turned in a circle.

The dominant part of his brain growled at him, wanting to touch you-to claim you. You were his, even if the details hadn't been sorted out yet. He was getting impatient. He forced the urges back. Rushing things wouldn't be good for you, and he was more protective than he was impatient.

"You don't need to be so shy with me, Y/N. I'm going to be your husband." He stood and went to you, lifting your chin, then correcting your posture, straightening your shoulders so you looked more confident. "You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. You don't need to hide from anyone."

"Yes, Sir," you replied. You thought it was okay and modest.

You were so instinctually submissive with him that it was starting to make him squirrely. If you were receptive to kink at all you might be able to make a go of things. The potential made him smile. Taehyung itched to spank you a little. He thought of pulling you over his lap and giving you a few swats, just to get you to mind your manners.

"Go try on the next one, and hand that one out to me," he ordered gruffly.

You did as you were told. The next dress didn't suit you well. It looked as if you'd borrowed it from your mother.

"Too big. Next."

You nodded and went back into the fitting room, and he realized he hadn't waited for you to say whether you'd liked it or not. He was too used to being in control and your submissive behaviour fed into that too well. But there'd be time to get your opinions another day. For now he'd have to decide what was appropriate, so they could at least go out in public.

"Yes. And after we have lunch, we will be shopping for shoes and . . . other things." Lingerie shopping was going to be a bit of an eye-opener for you. And he was seriously looking forward to it.

You ate in a mall restaurant, and he found himself telling you all about his custom car businesses, unable to stop himself from blathering on because you listened so attentively. You looked fascinated by the entire enterprise. Either that, or you were used to humouring people.

Shoe shopping was done in an instant.

When he walked you into the lingerie store, you looked around, then turned and glared at him. Your cheeks reddened. "Out!" You made a shooing motion, then pointed at a bench across the hall. "You wait there until I tell you to come pay. This is not a store for men."

He arched brow at you and was pleased when you dropped your gaze. "You don't tell your husband where to go, little Y/N. I don't think leaving you alone is the best idea for now"

Slowly, you nodded, keeping your gaze on the floor.

He walked ahead and you followed him through the store, looking mortified. Maybe he should have sent her with Lisa or Rosé, but she needed these things sooner rather than later.

In a lingerie store, Taehyung was in his element. You were properly measured by a clerk. An hour later they left the store with many matching bra and panty sets. It was amazing how many pairs of tiny underwear could fit into a big lingerie store bag. The fact that he knew you now owned sexy underwear seemed to be enough to embarrass the hell out of you. And it amused the hell out of him.

Then they drove to a salon in the middle of the town. You walked into the smell of hairspray and nail polish.

A stunning woman with brightly coloured hair approached both of you.

"TaeTae! My man" She said throwing her arms around Taehyung's shoulders.

"Hey Rosé! Thanks for doing this in such a short notice"

"It's no problem. My law classes were cancelled. Besides, I couldn't resist meeting your bride-to-be" She chirped and then turned towards you, looking at you up and down.

"She's a pretty little thing" She remarked.

Rosé was alarmingly eager to be best friends with you. However, if Rosé turned you into a brat, then Taehyung was seriously going to kick Jimin's ass.