The moment Y/N stepped into her house, exhausted from college, her mother's voice rang out like a war horn.

"Go freshen up and get ready! We have somewhere important to go."

Y/N kicked off her shoes and slumped onto the couch, groaning. "Mom, I just got home. Can I breathe for two seconds?"

"No, you cannot," her mother snapped, already dragging her up. "We're going to see your future in-laws."

Y/N blinked. "My what now?"

Her mother sighed dramatically. "Your future in-laws, Y/N. Your husband's family. You're getting married!"

Y/N let out a loud laugh-because what else was she supposed to do when someone told a joke? But when her mother's expression remained dead serious, the laughter died in her throat.

"You're joking... right?" Y/N asked, searching for a hint of mischief.

Her mother gave her a firm look. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Y/N took a step back. "No. You look like you're about to ruin my life."

"Oh, stop being dramatic. He's a very good boy."

"That's what people say before introducing you to a serial killer."

"Y/N!" her mother scolded. "This is not up for debate. Your father and I have already decided."

Y/N's mouth fell open. "You decided? Without even asking me?"

"What would you have said if we asked?"

"No!"

"Exactly." Her mother crossed her arms. "See? This is why we didn't ask."

Y/N groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "You can't just shove me into a marriage!"

Her mother smiled sweetly. "Oh, but we can. And we are."

Before Y/N could launch into a full-blown protest, her father entered the room. "Y/N, hurry up. We don't want to be late."

"LATE TO WHAT? MY OWN DOOMSDAY?!"

Her father rolled his eyes. "Enough with the dramatics. Just go get ready."

"No! I refuse! You can't make me!" Y/N declared, crossing her arms like a rebellious child.

Her mother gave her a knowing look. "Oh? You refuse? Well then, I suppose we'll just have to tell Grandma that you don't respect our family decisions."

Y/N's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would."

Her mother pulled out her phone, her finger hovering over the call button. Y/N could already picture it-her grandmother's disappointed sigh, the emotional blackmail, the guilt trip.

With a defeated groan, Y/N threw her hands up. "Fine! I'll get ready! But I swear, if this guy turns out to be ugly-"

"He's very handsome," her mother interrupted smugly.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Suspicious. Why are you so confident?"

Her mother simply smirked. "You'll see."

Y/N huffed and stomped toward her room. "This better not be a trap."

But something in her gut told her that this was, in fact, a huge trap.

Little did she know, her life was about to turn upside down.

Y/N sat in front of the mirror, staring blankly at her reflection. Her mother's words echoed in her head-You're getting married.

Married. To a complete stranger.

As much as she wanted to scream and throw a tantrum, she had no choice. And so, like an obedient child (read: blackmailed victim), she was getting ready.

"You look like a lost puppy," Yuna, her twin sister, teased, standing behind her with a hairbrush. "Are you mourning your single life already?"

Y/N let out a dramatic sigh. "Yes. Please give me a moment of silence."

Yuna snorted. "If I give you a moment, you'll run away."

"Damn it, you know me too well."

Yuna chuckled and started brushing Y/N's hair. "So, tell me-how does it feel knowing you're about to be sold off?"

Y/N gasped. "Sold off?! I am not a cow at an auction!"

Yuna hummed. "I don't know... Mom and Dad did negotiate your future without you. Sounds pretty auction-y to me."

Y/N groaned. "This is a disaster. What if he's a weirdo? What if he has bad breath? What if he-"

"What if he's ridiculously hot?" Yuna smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/N scoffed. "Yeah, right. Handsome men don't just fall into your lap."

"Really? Because Mom seems very confident about this one."

"That's what worries me."

Yuna finished brushing her hair and grabbed a lipstick. "Pucker up."

Y/N leaned back. "Nope. Not happening. I refuse to go out looking like I'm trying to impress this guy."

Yuna sighed dramatically. "Come on, Y/N. Let's at least give him a heart attack. Imagine his reaction when he realizes his forced wife is drop-dead gorgeous."

Y/N smirked. "I do love traumatizing men."

"There's the spirit!" Yuna grinned, dabbing a little blush on Y/N's cheeks. "Now, let's pick an outfit. Something that screams, 'I'm hot, but I will ruin your life if you cross me.'"

Y/N tapped her chin. "Hmm... that's very me."

Yuna rummaged through the closet and pulled out a stunning yet intimidating dress. "This one."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Damn. That's powerful."

Yuna smirked. "Exactly. We'll call this revenge dressing."

Y/N changed into the dress and admired herself in the mirror. "Okay, fine. I look good."

"You look dangerous." Yuna corrected proudly. "Now go. Make him sweat."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. But if he turns out to be annoying, I'm faking an illness and running away."

"Good plan," Yuna said, giving her a thumbs-up. "Text me the second he does something cringy. I'll come rescue you."

Y/N grinned. "Deal."

As she stepped out of her room, her stomach twisted. She had no idea what was waiting for her. But one thing was for sure-this was going to be chaotic.

Taehyung was lounging on his couch, enjoying his well-earned day off, when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and groaned. Dad.

He debated ignoring it, but he knew better. If he didn't answer, the next step would be a text from his mother, followed by a "We need to talk" message that would send shivers down his spine. With a sigh, he picked up.

"Hello?" he answered lazily.

"Taehyung, come home. Now."

His father's voice was firm, leaving no room for arguments. But Taehyung, being Taehyung, still tried.

"Uh, why?" He stretched his legs, hoping it was something minor. "Because if this is about me forgetting to call Grandma last week-"

"It's not about that," his father interrupted. "We're going to meet your fiancée."

Taehyung sat up so fast he nearly dropped his phone. "My what?!"

"Your fiancée," his father repeated casually, as if he hadn't just thrown a grenade into Taehyung's peaceful life.

Taehyung blinked. "I- Wait, hold on. I don't remember agreeing to any of this."

"You didn't," his father admitted. "That's why we're telling you."

Taehyung groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Dad, I don't want to get married right now."

"Well, too bad," his father replied. "Your mother and I have already made the arrangements."

"Cancel them," Taehyung deadpanned.

"Not happening," his father said firmly.

"Dad!"

"Son."

The tension in the air was thick. Taehyung knew his father well-there was no arguing when he used that voice. Still, he wasn't about to give up without a fight.

"Why now?" Taehyung whined. "I'm busy with work, I have plans-"

"You have no plans."

Taehyung scoffed. "I do-"

"Taehyung," his mother's voice suddenly chimed in, making him stiffen.

Great. Now both of them were involved.

"My sweet boy," she continued, her tone dangerously sweet. "Be a good son and come home."

Taehyung sighed. "Mom, I-"

"Taehyung."

One word. That's all it took.

He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he had lost. When his mother used that voice-the one that held silent threats wrapped in honey-there was no escape.

"Fine," he grumbled, defeated. "I'm coming."

"That's a good boy," his mother said, satisfied.

As the call ended, Taehyung flopped back on the couch and groaned into a pillow.

A forced marriage? To someone he didn't even know?

This was going to be a nightmare.

Y/N took a deep breath as she stood at the top of the stairs, ready to meet her so-called future husband. She adjusted her dress, feeling Yuna's eyes boring into her.

"Okay, moment of truth," Yuna whispered dramatically. "If he's ugly, blink twice, and I'll fake an emergency."

Y/N smirked. "And if he's handsome?"

Yuna grinned. "Then we let the marriage happen and I live vicariously through you."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't deny the tiny sliver of curiosity bubbling inside her. With a deep breath, she linked arms with Yuna and descended the stairs.

And that's when she saw him.

Kim Taehyung.

World-renowned singer. Insanely rich. And, unfortunately, stupidly, unfairly handsome.

Y/N halted mid-step. Yuna, not paying attention, almost tripped into her. "What the hell-why did you stop-OH."

Both sisters stood frozen, staring at Taehyung as if he were some rare species of man. Which, let's be honest, he kind of was.

"Y/N," Yuna hissed under her breath, grabbing her arm. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Y/N nodded slowly, still in shock. "I... yeah. I see it."

"Wow." Yuna exhaled. "I was ready to roast him, but-damn."

Taehyung stood in the living room, looking effortlessly cool, dressed in an expensive black suit. His hair was perfectly styled, his sharp jawline could probably cut glass, and his deep brown eyes had the audacity to look both brooding and breathtaking.

Y/N clicked her tongue. "This feels like a setup. No way that is my future husband."

Yuna nodded. "Yeah, where's the catch? Is he secretly bald? Does he have a weird laugh? Does he-"

Taehyung turned toward them, and Yuna grabbed Y/N's wrist. "OH MY GOD, he's looking this way. Quick, do I look okay?!"

Y/N scoffed. "Why are you worried? I'm the one marrying him!"

Yuna grinned. "Yeah, but I still need to impress him. Just in case you mess this up, I can swoop in and take over."

Y/N gasped. "Yuna!"

"Kidding!" Yuna snickered. "Kinda."

Y/N huffed. "Well, joke's on you. I have no intention of messing this up."

"Oh? So you do want to marry him?" Yuna teased.

Y/N quickly backtracked. "That's not what I meant!"

"Sure, sure." Yuna smirked. "You're totally unaffected by the fact that your future husband looks like he was handcrafted by the gods."

Y/N stole another glance at Taehyung. Unfortunately, the gods did do a damn good job.

Taehyung, meanwhile, watched the two whispering sisters with narrowed eyes. "Are they talking about me?" he mumbled under his breath.

Jungkook leaned in. "One hundred percent."

Taehyung sighed. "This is going to be a disaster."

Little did he know, the real chaos hadn't even started yet.

Taehyung sat stiffly on the couch, still reeling from the fact that he was being forced into this marriage. But something about Y/N was nagging at him.

She looked familiar. Too familiar.

He furrowed his brows as he observed her. That face. That attitude. The way she was whispering with her sister like she was plotting world domination.

Then it hit him.

"Oh. My. God."

His eyes widened as realization smacked him across the face. "You!"

Y/N, who had been too busy fake-threatening Yuna, turned to him with confusion. "Huh?"

"I know you," Taehyung said, pointing a finger at her.

Y/N frowned. "Uh, yeah? Because we literally just met five minutes ago?"

"No! I've seen you before! Wait-" He gasped dramatically. "You're my student!"

A beat of silence. Then-

"I AM WHAT?!" Y/N shrieked.

Taehyung's jaw dropped as he ran a hand through his hair. "No, no, no. This can't be happening."

Meanwhile, Y/N was going through all five stages of grief. "Hold on-hold on-what do you mean I'm your student? I don't even go to-"

And then she froze.

Because she did know him.

Her eyes widened in horror as she finally put the pieces together.

"You're..." she whispered. "You're Kim Taehyung."

"...Yes?" Taehyung said slowly.

She inhaled sharply. "You're the founder of my school!"

Silence.

Then-

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Y/N and Taehyung yelled at the same time, jumping to their feet.

Yuna, meanwhile, casually grabbed a popcorn bucket from nowhere. "Oh, this is good."

Taehyung turned to his parents, scandalized. "You're trying to marry me to my student?! Do you realize how messed up that is?!"

Y/N pointed an accusing finger at her own parents. "And you're trying to marry me off to my school's founder?! That's like marrying the principal! Ew!"

Taehyung shuddered. "I am a principal, in a way! This is so wrong!"

Y/N clutched her head. "I literally sit in classrooms where your giant, smug portrait is hung on the wall! Do you know how traumatizing that is?!"

Taehyung gagged. "Oh my god. Do you call me sir?!"

Y/N paled. "I have called you sir."

They both groaned in horror, while Yuna wiped away a fake tear. "I've never been prouder of my sister."

"This marriage is illegal!" Taehyung declared, spinning to face his parents.

His father scoffed. "No, it isn't."

Y/N tried another approach. "It's morally illegal."

Her mother gave her a sweet smile. "Not at all, dear."

Y/N groaned. "I can't believe this."

Taehyung shook his head. "There is no way I'm going through with this."

But little did they know-protesting against their parents was a battle they were never going to win.

Y/N and Taehyung stared at their parents in horror.

"You two should talk alone for a while," Taehyung's father suggested, as if this whole situation was normal and not a complete disaster.

"Yes," Y/N's mother added. "Get to know each other better."

Y/N and Taehyung exchanged looks-hers was filled with mischief, his with pure dread.

"I'd rather get hit by a truck," Taehyung muttered under his breath.

"Me too!" Y/N chirped. "Omg, soulmates!"

Taehyung shot her a glare. "Do not say that."

Y/N just grinned. "Alright, future hubby, let's go have a romantic little chat."

Taehyung groaned but knew there was no escaping this. With heavy steps, he followed her to the backyard, mentally preparing for the worst.

-

As soon as they were alone, Y/N spun around dramatically. "Okay, Mr. Cold and Mysterious, tell me-how does it feel to be engaged to the most amazing woman in the world?"

Taehyung crossed his arms, his expression blank. "I wouldn't know. I'm engaged to you."

Y/N gasped. "Oh my god, was that sarcasm? Did Mr. Ice Cube just make a joke?"

"I wasn't joking."

"Ouch." Y/N clutched her chest. "I felt that."

Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can we just get this over with?"

"Get what over with?" Y/N asked, tilting her head. "Our romantic first conversation as an engaged couple?"

Taehyung exhaled sharply. "No. This farce of a marriage."

Y/N nodded seriously. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. You don't wanna marry me, I don't wanna marry you, blah blah blah. But you know what?"

"...What?"

She grinned. "We should mess with our parents."

Taehyung frowned. "What?"

"Think about it!" Y/N said excitedly. "We pretend to be super in love, act all grossly romantic, and give them exactly what they want-but in the most dramatic way possible."

Taehyung stared at her, deadpan. "You are insane."

"Thank you," Y/N said proudly.

"That was not a compliment."

Y/N pouted. "You're no fun."

"I don't want to be fun."

Y/N sighed. "That explains why you look like you haven't smiled in years."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I smile."

Y/N gasped theatrically. "Really?! Quick, smile for me!"

Taehyung glared at her.

"...That's not a smile."

"That's because I don't want to smile."

"Damn, no wonder you're single."

Taehyung clenched his jaw. "I chose to be single."

Y/N nodded. "Mhm. Sure. That's what all lonely people say."

Taehyung groaned, looking up at the sky as if begging for patience. "I can't do this."

Y/N smirked. "Aww, is the cold and brooding Mr. Kim overwhelmed?"

Taehyung ignored her.

Y/N, of course, continued. "You know, you should really loosen up. Laugh a little. Smile. Maybe even flirt-"

"I'm not flirting with you."

Y/N gasped. "Why not?! I'm gorgeous!"

Taehyung gave her a blank stare.

"...You're really not gonna say anything?" Y/N huffed. "Fine. Be boring. But mark my words, Kim Taehyung, I will make you laugh one day."

"I'd rather die."

Y/N grinned. "Wow, we're already making death threats. Such a strong start to our marriage."

Taehyung groaned. "I swear, if you don't shut up-"

"Shut up and what?" Y/N teased. "Kiss me? Oh my god, Tae, it's too soon-"

"Shut up." Taehyung snapped, his patience finally breaking.

Silence.

For the first time since they started talking, Y/N just blinked at him.

Then, without a word, she turned around and walked off, leaving him standing there.

Taehyung frowned.

Wait.

That's it?

She was... leaving? Just like that?

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "God, she talks too much."

But as he glanced at her retreating figure, something about the sudden silence felt almost too quiet.

And for reasons he couldn't explain, he didn't like it.

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I hope you all enjoyed this chaotic and hilarious start to Y/N and Taehyung's disaster of a love story! Their banter, clashing personalities, and unexpected situations will only get crazier from here. From Taehyung's cold attitude to Y/N's playful antics, their journey is going to be full of laughter, frustration, and maybe-just maybe-a little romance along the way.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you stick around for the mess that's about to unfold. Get ready for more drama, comedy, and a love story that neither of them saw coming! Stay tuned!

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