forced marraige
Min Yoongi
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We never chose this life. Our marriage was nothing more than a cold business arrangement, signed on paper to merge two powerful families. Yoongi had always been distant, quiet, and intensely possessive behind closed doors, leaving me constantly guessing what was hidden beneath his stoic exterior. But tonight, at the grand family gala, the tension between us finally snapped.
One day at a party you were in a black tight dress and with Yoongi. Yoongi was having a sip of his drink as your best friend Liam came and asked you to click a picture with him. Yoongi’s vein thumped against his neck, but he let you go. After the party ended, without a word, as you exited with Yoongi, he took you in his arms, one hand hooked behind your knees and one behind your back, carrying you home. He then put you on the bed and started taking off his suit jacket.The bedroom door clicked shut, the heavy sound echoing like a final warning in the quiet house.
Yoongi didn't look at you. His eyes were dark, fixated on the wall ahead as his fingers gripped the knot of his tie, pulling it loose with a sharp, aggressive jerk. The quiet indifference he usually maintained as my forced husband was entirely gone, replaced by a suffocating, heavy tension that filled the entire room.
"You think because this marriage was arranged, you can do whatever you want?" he asked, his voice dangerously low, vibrating with a cold, controlled anger.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The vein in his neck was still visibly throbbing, a testament to the fury he had been suppressing ever since Liam had put his hands on your waist for that photo.
"I let you play nice for the cameras," Yoongi said, taking a slow, deliberate step toward the bed, pinning you down with a piercing glare that made it impossible to look away. "But watching another man touch what belongs to me?
forced marraige
