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taehee wake up to found out that she's lying on some unfamiliar bed, a foreign gray and black theme room. but to her surprise, she's still wearing her clothes.

"okay what happened?" she was about to rub her eyes when she realized that her right hand is tied to the bed. taehee sighed before shouting,

"KIM FUXKING TAEHYUNG,"

she look around and gets up to lay her back against the headboard. with one of her free hand, she try to unlock the handcuff with her bobby pin. "i shouldn't shout to him earlier— i should've unlock this first. idiot," she cursed to herself and try her best to escape.

but it doesn't seems easy as what they did in the movies. her bobby pin almost in a wreck and the handcuff is still there, locked perfectly tight. "well fuck."

taehee sat there lifelessly, and just wait for that man to be there. she also hoped that he will bring foods because she's literally very hungry right now. not even a minute after that, the door unlocked and taehyung gets in with his soft pastel pink button up shirt, with a black pants that show off his long legs.

he's really hot, though. taehee thought. only a crazy shithead will say he's not.

"stop checking me out, you can have this after we're married." taehyung said, taking a seat besides her. he leans closer to her and got taehee shocked with his chest suddenly really close to her face.

"whoa whoa what are you doing?" she exclaimed. taehyung reach for something under the pillow and smirked.

"i'm looking for this." he showed her the key for the handcuffs. taehee gaped in disbelief.

"it was there for this whole time??!"

"yes, stupid. do you think i am obsessed with you to keep this thing with me all the time?" he push her aside and unlock the handcuff. "dont even think of running. get it?" he poke her nose.

"dont touch me," she push his hand away but taehyung keep annoying her more by touching her face and pulling her hair. he laughed every time she groaned and missed to catch his hand that annoyed her.

"uh seriously stop. it." taehee kicked him on the stomach. taehyung ouch—ed and laugh. its been awhile that he smile like this. cant lie but her annoyed and angry face really bring so much fun to him.

"your breath stinks. go wash up and change, someone will bring in the foods for you." he said and gets up. but he managed to pull her hair for one last time before he gets out of the room.

"idiot," she fix her hair and look at her wrist. she's a kinda heavy sleeper, and she might have moved a lot last night so her wrist is purplish. also her shoulders quite aching now. "life hates me. ugh,"

"did he carry me to this room or well, its not impossible for him to drag me on the floor all the way here." she shrug and just brush it off from her mind. heading to the bathroom and get freshen up.

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so right after she's ready, a few maids come with few trays of breakfast for her. they set up the table and everything, waiting for her to eat.

"you guys can go, its okay. i dont like people watching me eat." she said, while scanning the delicious meals with her eyes. those people walk out of the room and she starts eating by herself.

she thought taehyung would lock her without any communication from outside world, but its not. she got her things with her (phone, money and stuff) but she didnt plan to runaway for now. she just want to enjoy the breakfast and see what he's going to do later.

when she's in the middle of bloating herself, taehyung come in with a white box. taehee raised her brow and look at him with a face that shows she's not happy that he's here.

"what are you going to do now?" she ask when he suddenly pull a chair to sit besides her. he didnt answer and just open the box, taking out few bottles that you can see in pharmacy or hospitals.

"i can't send you back to your parents with these bruises, right?" he pull her wrist. taehee insisted and pull her wrist back.

"no—uh, i'm going home with this shit and send you a lawsuit. that way, my dad will hates you because you hurt his princess."

taehyung roll his eyes and pull her hair again. "shut up before i kiss you."

"euw." she thrust out her lips and just allowed that guy to put on some cream or whatever else to make her wrist look and feel better.

"i heard you like aya lee, why dont you do something like this to have her?" she blurted out.

"don't you have anything else to say?" taehyung sighed. quite tired with that topic after he know aya and jungkook is getting married in the end of the month.

"anything else? like what? do you get a good sleep last night, future groom? should i bake you some apple pie? do you want to watch tv together?"

"i will shove this inside your mouth if you keep talking." taehyung threatened her.

"i dare you, fucker." taehee said, not blinking her eyes even once and thats somehow look funny to him. he laughed and shake his head.

"i won't answer your question but let me ask you something. how much do you have in your bank account?"

taehee look at him weirdly. "what?"

"answer it, how much?"

"am i crazy to check that? like the amount is increasing every seconds. from all the company shares and profit. its not like you dont know it." taehee scoffed. really though, she never check the amount— she just spent it the way she want.

"thats clear. we both the same here, rich and stuff. so i think we should get married and be richer. start our own brand or something. dont you get tired of handling the same shit like our ancestors did?" taehyung said, with a tone of a president giving a speech.

"thats my brother's job. i have my own boutique and business. with my own brand." taehee said. "read articles about me next time."

taehyung who didn't expect that let out a heavy sigh. how would he know about this woman who own a girly products? and she's not in korea most of the time. "well... let's just get married. its not a big deal okay? help me out this time, i'm not that bad, right?"

"marriage is a big deal for me. its a pure physical and mentality contact—"

"30% of the share in my new company is yours if you agree to be my wife."

"make it 40% and its deal." she said, tempted to the offer.

"deal, wifey."

+a/n:
where are my readers from? i'm from malaysia :))