Chapter-03
Betray

Getting out of the car, you waited for him to get off. "Spent an hour with you. Yet, I don't know your name. What is it?", you asked. "Park Jimin." "Myself Park Y/n." "I know.", he smiles. "Your friend is obsessed with me, I guess." He chuckled, "Not really, he just told me to not flirt with you." "Told ya, he is obsessed with me. So protective, even though we didn't have a good meeting yet.", you flipped your hair.

"Should I be honest?", he asked. "Honest? Don't tell me he is actually obsessed with me-" "It's not that. I just wanted to tell you that you are very delusional. Taehyung barely spares a minute to even look at someone. And you are talking about him being obsessed with you." You pursued your lips together, looking away in embarrassment.

"Let's go in there.", said Jimin. "Do you live alone?" "Yes." You followed him to the house. He rang the bell. "Who would answer it. You live alone-" "I do. But I do have someone to answer." The door opened, Jimin gestured for you to get in first. You did as he wanted. Getting in, you turned around in curiosity. A gasp escaped your mouth when you found Taehyung holding the door.

Jimin steps in, smiling at you in mischief. "Wh-What-" "Welcome to my villa, Ms.Park Y/n.", sneered Taehyung. The agony of betrayal runs into you, you snap your raged gaze at Jimin. "I didn't mean to do it. He was the one." Jimin raised his arms low in air, shaking his head.

"What a jerk." You mutter, tears of anger forming in your eyes unknowingly. "I am really sorry. But your dad was the one who told me to do it.", said Taehyung. "Why are you obeying him?! What are you getting?! Oh, money, aren't you?!" You breathed heavily, grasping onto your dress.

"Money? Do you think I will surrender myself to a disobedient lady for the rest of my life, just for some dollars? Never." "Then why are you doing so?", you spit. "Want to know?" "He asked me the same. And I was betrayed." You glared at Jimin, who just shrugged.

"Okay then, find it out yourself." You scoffed, marching towards the exit. Just when your hand landed on the door, you were pulled back with great force. Landing on Taehyung's chest. You looked up at his chin, only to find his emotionless face. "Escape? No, especially when it is so cold outside."

Yanking him off, you said- "Stop with the fake care of yours!" "It is fake? Okay, it is. But you are not going out.", Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Who are you to stop me?!" "Kim Taehyung, the one you'll marry tomorrow." "I am not marrying you!"

"Then where will you go? To your friends? For how long would they keep you? To your dad? He kicked you out already, just because of your stubborn self. Jimin? I don't think you trust him any long. Who is left?" You grunted, "Whatever, I will live on the streets but won't spend a night in your house!"

"Jimin, who was shivering in the cold on the bench, right next to a convenience store?" "The lady you are arguing with.", Jimin sits down on the couch. Taehyung smiles in mischief at you. "It is okay, I will die in cold or hunger, but won't-" "Your dad locked your debit card, right?" "Yes, so what?", you curled your upper lip up. "You barely have a penny with you, you won't be able to buy a good outfit for yourself, you won't get a good meal, you won't be able to live by yourself. That's it, I guess."

"I will do that, but I won't live in-" "Enough! You're sleeping in my villa. Do not oppose." What can you do? Fight? With whom? A man who has already locked you in his villa? "I am going to run away." "Sure, let's sleep first." He held your wrist, dragging you to the stairs. "I am not sleeping with you-" "Who is telling you to sleep with me? I will sleep in my room and you sleep in the other room."

Silly of you to think that way. "O-Okay." You faced away in embarrassment, while he left your wrist. Looking at him, you gave a questionsble face. "What? You want me to drag you to the room? C'mon, I am not head over heels for you." Not again. You embarrassed yourself another time. "I-I just thought you would force me into the room." "I know I do illegal things. But I am not that low.", he puffs his chest up.

"As if." You opened the door to the room, closing it on his face. You settled on the bed when the door creak opened. "You are so rude. Can't you behave?" "How do we pronounce k-n-o-w? " "Know?" "Exactly, no!" You sassed out. He let out a scoff. "I'll see you tomorrow.", he glared at you while you plopped on the bed with a bunch of giggles.

"As if you will find me in bed by tomorrow." You sneered.....

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Yas. Small chapter.