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Asma's P.O.V

"Ammu tell me the exact date when we're meeting this Taeyong guy?" I crossed my arm, and glared who was unbothered about my presence. She just continued changing the channel, and continued munching her homemade pakoda.

I just huffed in anger, and sat on the couch next to her. She still didn't respond, but when I put my hand inside the bowl, she slapped the back of my hand. "Ouch! Ammu! Tell me."

"Tell you what exactly?" I could see a slight faint of smirk appearing on her face. I groaned knowing exactly what she was doing—purposely teasing me.

"Ammu please!" I whined, taking a couch pillow, and repeatedly hitting it. Then I just threw the pillow across the room, and got a smack on my head in return.

"Don't hit, just answer it," I demanded.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient about this guy." She wiggled her and laughed. "It's not even a week."

"Ammu pleeeeease I will die," I whined.

"How will you die?" Mother questions, lifting one of her eyebrows. "You have to pay debts before your death, or else no funeral for you."

"I don't know.... that's not the point here.
Tell me when we're meeting him?" She just shrugged her shoulders at my words.

"You have to pay all my debts for taking care of you before your death, or else no funeral for you." She warned, and I rolled my eyes at her.

Getting irritated at her, I quickly snatched the pakoda, and ran to the other side of the room. "Yah get back here, you little shit!" she shouted

"Nope. Tell me when we're meeting him? Then only I will return this bowl." I took some pakodas, and stuffed inside my mouth.

"Tell you what, my daughter?" Father barged inside the living room, holding his briefcase. With a smile, Mother got up from her couch, and hugged her husband. Father chuckled, "So what was the thing she want you to tell?" Father asked my mother, and she looked at smirking.

"Your daughter is impatient to marry some guy." Mother was answering Father's questions, while facing me, and the smirk never leaving her face.

"Ooo my daughter finally grown up." He laughed and clapped his hands in amusement. But then with a confused face he asked, "But I thought you were more into love marriage, because traditional arrange marriage is out of your system."

I sighed, "Papa I was never against arrange marriage, just hate it when it's forced or rushed." Keeping the bowl to the nearest, I ruffled my hair, "I also thought I would end up with someone I love, but Men are really trash."

Father nodded, "Yes all Men are dogs."

"Papa please it's disrespectful to compare Men with Dogs. Unlike Men, dogs are loyal, and never betrays you."

Father nodded, completely agreeing with my statement, "True true. Absolutely true."

"Then your father is the most loyal dog I have." Mother grinned while looking at Father with heart eyes, “I'm so glad I married to this adorable Dog." With that Mother tiptoed, and gave a small peck on Father's lips.

"I hope my gets one too,” Father remarks , and a three of us bursts out in laughter.

"Papa from where did you find such an incredible buffet?"

"Buffet? I don't remember actually." Confusion was fully evident on his face, and I hit my own head for my stupidity.

"Sorry I meant husband. Sorry I meant soon-to-be husband."

"Oh that," Father chuckles and he takes off his coat, and hands over to Mother while continuing his sentence, "I'm not really a fan of my rivals?"

I choked on air, "What?! What the fuc—flip flop?" Doesn't matter what moment we are in, Father hates profanities, so I had to contain myself before accidentally slipping those words out.

"Yeah, my daughter... infact that owner of the company...his father, can't remember the name?" Father was scratching his forehead, "What was his name? Something with Tae?"

"Kim Taeyong " Both Mother and I replied to Father's question in unison.

"Yeah Taeyong was his name," Father cleared his throat, took a glass of water and chugged down the liquid. Mother slapped Father's shoulder slightly harder than usual, that Father's spitted out all the water, and started coughing. Thankfully the glass didn't fell.

"How can you forget even your own soon-to-be son-in-law's name?" Mother glared at him.

"So you hit me for that? Aish you're really abusive." Father rubbed the part where Mother hit, and he looked at me, "Even though Taeyong's family's company are my rival, when your silly mother's eyes fell on him— Taeyong, she immediately decided to make him her own son-in-law."

"What can I do? He was so handsome that I couldn't take my eyes off that pretty boy." Mother was chuckling, and Father rolled his eyes. “Pfft pretty, my foot. He looks like a girl to me."

Both Mother and I ignored Father's remark. Mother started giggling, "I know many young girls are ready to be his wife, and women like me are ready to take him as their son-in-law. But I'm glad I won the lottery."

Father continued, "When Taeyong's father, Mr Kim asked to merge the companies, your mother took the opportunity and immediately ask their for their hand for marriage."

I was totally confused, and I felt like my brain stopped working unable to comprehend the unfold drama, "What the—? Ok wait, wait." I exhaled a heavy breath, "I have so many questions, and please answer it correctly. First of all why Mr Kim is your rival? If he is, then why he would merge both the companies? And why would Ammu ask for marriage that also none other than son of your rival? And most importantly, what in the world Ammu was doing at your office when she clearly doesn't work there?"

I can hear my Mom loud scoff, but Father started to answer, "Well when I'm in a business world, every single person I see as rival, so Mr Kim is one of them." He shrugged his shoulders, and filled took another glass of water. Then he looked at Mother, with a warning tone he said, "Don't hit me, again."

I removed the sweat from my forehead, and was fanning myself, "Oh Papa, sometimes you and your choice of words... I almost got an heart attack. I thought Taeyong's Father was your mortal enemy or something."

After chugging down the liquid, he continues, "And about the merging thing was like this....Mr Kim asked for it, he can asked me to merge both of our company."

"And why is that Papa? Will it affect your company?"

"Well that poor guy was burdened with debts, and asking helping hand from many people, in return welcomed by rejection, he finally came to me, and begged. I too wanted to reject but—"

Father was cut off by Mother's interruption, "But I told him we can help him with one condition? Guess what my daughter what was that condition."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Of course if his son agrees to marry me, right?" Mother nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah..Ok b-but, what if Taeyong has girlfriend? Guys with face like that are probably not going to stay single. "

Mother flipped her hair, "Well of course I asked about it, and he said no. Do you think I would give my daughter to someone who has girlfriend? Absolutely not."

I smiled, and quickly hugged my mother, "Oh Ammu you're the best." I released the hug, and looked directly at her, "But I still don't get it, how did you get that opportunity? And how long did you know Taeyong?"

"Well I do background check of all the famous people around during my leisure time, and Taeyong happened to be one that caught my eye. Seeing Mr Kim's miserable state I grabbed the opportunity. I didn't knew his son's name at first.... actually I forgot to ask. But your Papa said his name was Taeyong."

My mouth full agape, and Mother pulled my chin closing, and she continues her talk, "Companies always merge together for high profit, but there would a small invisible barrier between the two parties, so most companies would use their kids a pawn, and marries off to the other parties kid. Your marriage with Taeyong  would pretty much solidify the union if the two companies."

My eyebrows furrowed, and I scoffed, crossing my arms together. Seeing my state, "It's not what you think. Your Mother and I would never use you for the sake of company. I personally would be against it. But your Mother insisted to give a shot for that Taeyong guy, and you also agreed to marry him."

"So if I decide to annulet the proposal, will it affect anybody?"

Father replied, "Well not to me, because my company is doing more than fine but Mr Kim will suffer from major crisis."

"Oh then, I shouldn't bother. I don't care about Mr Kim or his company. As long as I marry his son, I'm totally fine."

The whole room was filled with silence for one solid minute. Nobody knew what to say, so I decided to break the silence. "Ammu you still didn't answer my question. What were you doing in the office?"

"Well I am your dad's Personal Assistant, remember?" Mother answered.

"No, you was, before getting married. And I clearly you resigned from the work few years ago, after getting married."

"No I didn't, I was just too lazy to go to work, so your Father replaced me with another person who was willing to do the work, and I'm glad atleast it's a Man."

"Ugh when did I ask about your love story?" I just fixated my gaze on my Father, "Papa I can't wait anymore. Tell Mr Kim that your daughter wants to his lovely son. Now."

Father chuckled, "Ok ok, calm down my daughter. Now get ready to meet your fiancée."

Before I could turn away, Father stopped me again, "I don't know what you're really thinking, but if the Man turns what you what you didn't expect,no matter what happens, I will still support you."

His words touched, and I hugged him without wasting a second. "Thank you, Papa." I mumbled, "But I'm going, just give me blessings."

Father chuckled, and patted my head, "Where you want to meet him?"

I winked, "You know where." He nodded, and took out his phone, which I'm sure calling to my soon-to-be husband's Father. Without wasting any mere seconds, I quickly left the scene, and went to my room, to prepare myself. Throughout the whole process I was smiling giddily like a child who got her favourite toy.

Taehyung's P.O.V

"What?"

"What the fuck?!"

"Seriously?!"

"With who?"

"What about Areum?"

I sighed, looking down as my friends bombarded me with questions. I just kept quiet, while my fingertips started to circle the rim of the glass.

Jimin invited me, and all of our friends at his house as a hangout—except for Namjoon Hyung and Seokjin Hyung, since both of these males live on the other side of the earth. Seeing everyone having fun and stuff, I decided bursted their bubble of happiness with my announcement of marriage. The happy and giddily smiles on their faces was replaced with frown and disappointments. Everyone was shocked, expect for Yoongi since he was the first person to know. I told them everything, skipping the es

"Damn Hyung, does Areum knows about this whole mess?" Jungkook asked. I nodded and replied, "She is the one who made me agreed to this marriage." I can hear everyone sighs.

"Damn I really hate this bitch." Jungkook mumbled under his breath.

I clenched my fist, and the glass I was holding in my palm shattered into pieces.
"What did you just say about areum?! repeat it again," I growled, glared at younger male infront of me.

"Woa dude, calm down," Hoseok Hyung stepped forward, and patted my shoulder, "He didn't mean this to Areum."

"Then who else?!" I shouted, again.

"Of course, to your arranged fiancée, you dumbass." Yoongi replied.

"Oh," I said, and was continuously nodding my head for no reason. The whole room was enveloped by silence.

"When y'all are bad mouthing about someone you never met?" Hoseok Hyung's voice punctured the silence air, and everyone tilted their heads towards his direction.

"I don't care. I hate her too." Yoongi Hyung scoffed, and crossed his arms. Jungkook quickly got up from his place, and brought his right hand up to high-five Yoongi Hyung. The skin contact between the two males palm was hard, and intense that they had to blow air because of burning sensation.

"Hyung, that's not the worst part of this marriage."

"What can top this?" Jimin asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

"My fiancee is not even from Korea." Everyone's mouth fell agape, and eyes widened in unison

"What?"

"What the fuck?!"

"Seriously?!"

"With who?"

"What about Areum?"

"I'm with Jungkook, I hate her too," said Yoongi Hyung. "Im just wondering, how will Seokjin Hyung and Namjoon will react when they will hear this? Especially Hyung."

Hoseok Hyung spoke up, "Is your fiancee mixed? I hope she is half Japanese or Philippines, coz those girls are hot af."

"No, she has 0% Korean DNA inside her blood,” I answer to his question, and his smile faded. "Her step-father is Korean, but she and her Mother is from a country near India. The name is B-Ba..?" I trailed off as I forgot the country name, and I scratched my forehead in stress.

"Bahrain?" Jimin asked, and shook my head.

"Benjamin?" Hoseok Hyung, and everyone bursted out laughing.

"Did you forget Benjamin is a person's name, not a country's?" Jungkook said to Hoseok Hyung, and at same time Yoongi Hyung smack the back of Hoseok Hyung's head.

"I can't remember...it's somewhere near India, but starts with B."

"Bitch-land?!" Jungkook said with a bint anger in his tone. Nobody said anything, but I chuckled.

Yoongi Hyung spoke up, "Honestly it was lame.”

“I was not trying to be funny or anything. I just hate this fiancee.” Jungkook crossed his, while clicking his tongue inside his cheek. "First Hyung's sudden marriage announcement, but his soon-to-be wife was not Areum Noona, then we know this bitch fiancee is not from Korea, next thing we will know she is an Alien or some shit."

A small crack of laugh was reverberated throughout the whole room, and the owner was none other than Yoongi Hyung. His eyes were shut, and his palm was over his mouth, and series of cackles tumbled upon his laugh. He stopped when he felt all pairs of eyes were on him. With a poker face, get glared at everyone, "What ha?! That Alien statement was funny."

Nobody said anything, but just stared at the pale guy. Then Yoongi Hyung's eyes met mine, "Did you even meet her? Or do you have any idea how she looks like?" I shook my head at his questions.

"Then Hyung, when will you meet her?" I shrugged at Jungkook's question. "I hope it's never." I said, while clenching my fists.

Suddenly my phone vibrated inside my pocket. Taking out the device, I noticed it was a simple text message none other than my Father. Reading the message I rolled my eyes, and shut off the the device, and rolled it back to the pocket. Shutting my eyes, I exhaled a heavy sigh, and was ruffling my hair in frustration.

"What happened this time?" Asked Hoseok Hyung.

I replied with a sigh, "It's finally the time... to meet my fiancee." I flashed a tight smile, and looked at Hoseok Hyung. "Hyung, can you drop me?" Hyung nodded, and we both started to work our way towards the door.

"Wait!" Jimin's voice made up stopped in our tracks. We looked at him, as he spoke up, "I will go with you... infact we all will go, but of course we will be hiding."

"For what?"

"Just to check that you, and the fiancee of yours would ma

"What?! No, I don't it's a good idea."

"It's a fantastic idea," said Yoongi Hyung. "I can't believe Jimin finally said something relevant in twenty four years of his life." Then he looked at Jungkook, "Come on little one, we don't have to give was special invitation."

Jimin glared at Yoongi Hyung and pouted. I have no mood to argue with my friends any further, so we all just marched our way towards Hoseok Hyung's car.

While opening the car door, I stopped moving when a fantastic idea popped into my head.

"Biiitch get inside the car." Yoongi Hyung's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Quickly getting inside the car, I closed the door, while Hoseok Hyung started the car engine, and drove towards the destination.

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"Taehyung, I'm nervous. I don't think it's a good idea."

I smiled at the woman, who was none other my girlfriend, Areum, who was

sitting near the window side, barely visible to anyone's sight. We are currently located at one of the most expensive restaurant, and very few people are in sight.

I nodded at her, "Yes, my love."

"Why did you bring me Taehyung? Why did you force me, even when your friends and I resisted. I just want to go home."

"Areum, it's better say it now before anything happens. I don't care who she is but I don't want to be a bad person in her eyes." I smiled at her, removing a strand of her hair. She was looking at me with nervousness, and I kissed her forehead for reassurance. Jungkook, and Hyung's are sitting next to my table, hiding their faces with menus.

Suddenly a creak sound grabbed my attention, and I see the restaurant door opening. My eyes fell on a curly haired, short lady entering the restaurant with a Gucci handbag in her hand. She was wearing a white shirt with some flowery design and pink jeans, and she was wearing black high heels. She was tilting her head here and there, as if she was searching for someone.

When she tilted her head towards my direction, she stopped, and stared at me for mere seconds. I couldn't make out the short lady's face since the distance between us was quite big. But as soon she approached towards me with slow steps, my eyes widened, meat was beating drastically, and my mouth fell agape as soon her face became clearer.

I don't know what tricks the fate was playing games with me, but it was not a good one. A huge smile forming on her red lips, she brought her hand forward for handshake.

"Well hello, my fiancee. Nice to meet you."