Taehyung's P.O.V

My eyes shot open, but everything is pitch-black. I feel something tied on my eyes. I try to move it, but my hands are also tied up, including my legs. My body was on a bed, spread out like a starfish.

Suddenly my mind recalls the scenario that occurred before I was consumed by darkness. All I can remember is faint images of few masked people before loosing my consciousness.

I can't believe I'm blindfolded and tied down on a bed by some masked kidnappers. Strange thing is those masks were made up of cartoon characters

I can hear the door creaking, and some loud footsteps followed by a fresh aroma of chicken. "Guyyyyys he is moving. Probably woke up." It was definitely a male's voice, too familiar, but my mind was fuzzy to pinpoint it.

Before I could open my mouth, more louder footsteps could be heard followed by "Good" and "Damn".

My heart was accelearating at highest peak, and I could feel sweats started appearing on my forehead. "Who are you all? What do you all want from me?

"Ha ha ha. We're here to rip your soul." Another voice said, but in a fake tone. This voice also sounds too familiar.

"I don't know who you are, but you sound so much like Jimin. Stop it."

The person laughs again, and my mind finally came to conclusion. "Jimin! It's you isn't it?"

"No Taehyung, I'm your Father."  Deepening his voice, Jimin says and let's out another fake laugh. Another two more laughter joins, and I immediately recognised them.

"Jungkook? Yoongi Hyung? Why the hell am I tied down. Get the blindfold off from, I can't breath."

"Hyung, the blindfold is on your eyes, not on on your nose. How are you, Hyung?"

“I’ve just woken up with a fucking splitting headache, to find myself fucking tied to a fucking bed chair in a fucking room that smells like unwashed socks and takeaway food. How am I? How do you think I fucking am?”

“Wow Hyung." Jungkook chuckles. "That’s a lot of f-bombs you’re dropping. Did anyone tell you that you need a healthy dose of positivity?”

"It's means he's really pissed off." I can hear Jimin's voice. "He only

"Yoongi Hyung! I can't believe you aren't doing anything. Tell them to untie me"

"Nah, it's fun to watch."

I can hear footsteps, and I felt a flick on my forehead. "What is wrong with you?"

"How do I know what is wrong with me if I'm fucking blindfolded.

Taehyung you look sooo hot tied up, and blindfolded like that. It makes me want to do stuffs

"Eww Jimin. Get off from me." I try to kick him, but I forgot my legs are tied. "I just don't understand why did you all make go through this."

"Just for fun," says Jimin. "It was Hoseok Hyung's idea though."

"Did anyone miss me?" Hoseok enters the room with four box of fried chicken in both of his hands. Jimin and Jungkook made their way to him, and snatched it form his hands.

An arm was wrapped around me, and I have immediately understood that it's none other than Yoongi Hyung. “Tell us the details." He whispers in my ear.

I raise one of my eyebrows, "What details?"

"You know very well."

I remove his arm my shoulders, "No, I don't. What are you talking about?"

"You and that short Indian lady." Jimin and Jungkook says in unison, with their mouth full.

"She is from Bangladesh. Not from India."

"Same thing," says Yoongi Hyung while approaching towards

"I don't understand why do you all have to kidnap me like that. I was so freaking traumatized."

Jimin glares at me, "And I, I mean we don't understand the reason ditching your girlfriend like that?"

"Like what? When did I ditch Are—

Suddenly a loud phone buzz made our heads turn towards its direction. It was my phone in charger near the bed post. I took the phone and my eyebrows furrows seeing the person's name appear on my screen. Without wasting any second I answered the call.

"Umm..Hello."

"Oof I got a heart attack."

"Why?"

"Because of your deep velvety almost made my p— ok leave that."

"Why did you call? I mean...is there any problem or any issue?"

"Can't I just call you?"

Y-yeah why not?"

"Well it's an emergency now, that's why I called you."

"Well, what's the emerg—

Jimin shouts, "Who's that?"

"Ssh"

"Why are you ssh-ing  me."

"Oh not you. T-to my dog."

"Ok whatever. Just can you send a selfie of yours."

"When? Now? Ok, let me search a good one from my gallery."

"No"

"Huh! Why?"

"I need a new fresh one. The fresher, the better. Do you mind?"

"Oh no. Give me a minute." Cutting off the call I open the front camera. Ruffling my hair, and fixing it I take three selfies from different angles and send it to Asma.

Me
I hope u r satisfied :)
M

e
Wow

Asma
Thnx

Asma

500% satisfied

Me
Ur welcome

"Jimin, your the one charged my mobile, isn't it? Thanks." Pressing the lock button, I keep the phone inside my pocket, and was welcomed by judgmental look of Jimin, along with Hoseok Hyung, Yoongi Hyung and Jungkook. "Umm...why are you all looking at me like that?"

Jimin crosses his arms, and says, "I can't believe you will cheat on Areum?"

I scrunch my nose and look at them with confusion, "What?! When?! I will never evet cheat on her. And each of you know that very well."

Yoongi Hyung shrugs, putting a chicken wings in his mouth. "I don't know you very well."

Jungkook shouts, "Does Areum know that both you and lady went to a date in carnival?"

"No she d— wait a minute, how do you all know I went to carnival? You guys stalked me?"

That's not point here," says Hoseok while throwing the chicken bone in the nearest bin. "Areum got so worried that she called Jimin and me to ask about you since you don't pick up her calls."

I opened my mouth to protest then take out my phone, and only to gasp in shock when I see many unread messages and few missed calls. "Oh no!"

"What?" They all ask in unison.

"My phone is flooded with Areum's messages and missed calls. How did I forget about her?"

Both Jimin and Jungkook crosses their arms, and Jimin speaks up, "Maybe you would have remembered your pretty loyal girlfriend if you didn't ditch her for going to carnival with that ugly bitch."

"Can you all stop calling her ugly for God's sake?"

"Why? Are you in love with her?"

"For God's sake," I roll my eyes. "You all dumbos do know I like my woman very much."

"Yeah totally." Yoongi says, as he removes his jacket and jumps on the bed.

"You talked to that lady?"

"That lady has a name, and it's Asma. Try to at least respect her."

"You seem to....," Jungkook says, but I stop him in the mid-sentence.

"Asma has been nothing, but nice to me ever since the start. And, I have no idea why guys are so bitching about her."

Hoseok Hyung sighs, "Yes, you right." With that being said, he raises both of his hands and hit the back of Jungkook and Jimin.

"Ow." Both Jimin and Jungkook hisses his, rubbing the part of their where Hoseok Hyung hit them.  They both simultaneously faced Hoseok and asks, "Why did you hit us?"

"You both talked shit the most."

"Asma called you didn't she?" Yoongi asks, yawning. I nod, "If wanted a pic she could  have just used pics you both together in that restaurant."

"Oh I forgot about that and she probably forgot about it too."

"I'm pretty sure, she didn't." Yoongi says while taping his fingers on his chin.

"Whatever." I sigh, and sit on the edge of the bed. Jimin comes forward and stands in front of me. "What's wrong?"

"Grandma has no clue about this marriage, and will not take this news very well."

Hoseok Hyung sits besides me, and ruffles my hair. "I know you're going through difficulties, but we all here for including Namjoon and Seokjin Hyung who will be back."

My face lit up hearing their names, "Really? Oh my God. That's a great news."

Hoseok Hyung hugs me, "Don't worry, Taehyung. Everything's gonna work out."

Asma's P.O.V

My eyes were fixated on the TV screen, while I was laughing loudly at the constant fights between “Tom and Jerry", while laying on the couch with a bowl of popcorn near me.

"I thought the earth was quacking, turns out it was just you laughing."

I peek behind from my shoulders to see Mihi entering the living room, carrying a small pink box with her.

"Well, hello to you too. Welcome home." I say to Mihi, focusing on the screen, as she sits besides me. "I brought this for you." She hands me the small pink box.

My eyebrows ceased in confusion, as I take the box in hand. I notice a small purple bow on the top. I look, and look back at her. "I hope it's not one of your pranks."

Mihi chuckles, shaking her head. "Trust me, you will love this."

I laugh, "What is inside it? Toys? Dildos?"

"Eww, you're literally disgusting." Mihi fake gags, and slap my arm lightly. "Just open it! Hurry!"

"Okay! Okay!" Clenching my eyes shut, I open the box at Mihi's protest, but I sti

"Unnie! I promise it's not a prank."

A second later, I open one of my eyes for reassurance, incase I become victim of her pranks. I open both of my eyes, after learning that my stepsister has no interest of doing it. Both, my eyes and mouth widened as I peek to see inside of the box.

"Sea shells?!" I exclaim in mixture of confusion and happiness.

"Of course," says Mihi, while making the 'duh'.

"When? And, why did you get them?" I ask while giddily, while checking out the different shapes and sizes of seashells. It really made me awe.

"I saw those shells, it reminded me of you. I know how much like them."

I felt a little cringe, as I look straight into her eyes. "Please, pleeaaase! Don't tell me you have crush on me too."

Mihi eyes widens, and her facial features twist in shock and confusion. "What th—how did you jump to that conclusion in first place?"

"If you're not, then Alhamdullilah." I exhale a heavy breath, that I didn't know I was holding. "But seriously, can you imagine a life where both of your step-siblings having crush on you. Doesn't sound appealing to me. I would fly back to Bangladesh."

"You don't like living in Bangladesh." Mihi points out.

I sigh and lie back on the couch. "True. Okay? Then I will probably fly back to Oman."

"You hate there too"

"America?" I ask, rather to myself.

"You hate that country that most."

"Yeah." I exhale a sigh. "Let's talk about the shells."

"Well we went to school trip, w—"

"When?"

"Three days ago. Did you not know see I wasn't here for four days."

I shake my head. "Honestly, I forgot about your existence. I actually forgot that I have a sister."

"Mean." Mihi rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. "Well ofcourse! You're sooooo busy with the idea of getting married."

"True."

"I can't believe! How did you even agree? Just a few months ago, you went hulk mode even the mention of the word, now look at you."

I shrug, "What can I say? My husband is hot."

"He is not yet your husband."

"Well, he have to be. He has no choice."

"Huh?"

I then ask, "How did you know about it? You were out of the town for three days."

"Well you were the biggest gossip in during my school trip." I then look at Mihi when she says this. I can clearly read the hesitation on her face, and looks at other way.

I clearly know what will come next, and mentally prepared myself for it. "Continue, Mihi. I know you have a lot to say."

Mihi shakes her head. "N-Nothing. Let's watch Tom and Jerry. Yaay!" Her enthusiasm was so fake, even it made her cringe. Taking the remote, I switch the television off and look at her, who just tries her best not to meet my gaze.

"I know, Mihi. I do know what you're going to say. Just spill it. I won't mind."

Mihi was fidgeting her fingers. "The girls around me...d-didn't like y-you. They really made fun of you, y-your looks, especially about your c-complexion and w-w-weight."

"That's it? I thought it was much more harsher comments."

questioning look. "You're not upset anything?"

"Why should I be worried about some random people whose existence I don't give a fuck about, talking shit about me?"

"But they...," Mihi's voice slightly breaks as she continues. "Them— especially the girls called you dark and fat."

"So? Why you're making it sound like a bad thing? Should I be upset?"

"But, you're not! You're not dark, and you're definitely not fat."

"Mihi, look at these," I point at my belly. Confusion spreads across Mihi's face, while I grabbed a layer of fat. "Look at these. Irrelevant people have always hatred against these innocent fatty rolls of mine even it did nothing to them."

I smile, but Mihi doesn't notice as she was facing the other way. A whole minute passes by, when she finally faces me, I smile even more.

"You look so creepy, when you smile," says Mihi and I laugh.

Unlocking my mobile, as I scrolled through my insta, I was welcomed by screenshots of articles about me and Taehyung.

I threw my phone on the other side of the couch which shocked Mihi. "What happened?"

"I don't blame your friends. Those silly articles literally have to choose the worst picture of mine. They couldn't find a better pic or what?"

Mihi looks at me with confusion, picks up my phone and her eyebrows scrunches when she sees the article. "Umm...it's not bad."

"It's bad.. eww. I can't believe they have to scroll down to my insta, to use an ugly pic of mine."

Mihi puts her hand over my shoulder, "I hope you are, okay?"

"It's not a big deal for me. I can handle it."

The room was enveloped with silence, before Mihi bombards a question, "When is the wedding?"

"Not sure, and I don't want to rush. Next week will be out engagement announcement."

"Ok, so u—."

I get up from the couch "I'm going to sleep now, Mihi. Don't disturb me."

"Wh—"

"Adios, Mihi."

A/N:- Crappy chapter? I Know