╰┈➤ ❝TAEHYUNG

As I wrapped my arms around her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me at the sight of her blushing and shy demeanor.

I vowed to cherish every moment we shared.

She met my gaze with warmth and tenderness, her eyes shining with affection as she urged me to take care of myself.

"Now please sit down and eat something. You need to be fine, okay?" She insisted, her voice filled with concern.

I nodded in agreement, allowing her to guide me to the bed and carefully arrange everything on the tray before us. With gentle hands, she fed me with tender care, each bite a testament to her love and devotion.

"Did you make this for me?" I inquired, touched by her thoughtful gesture.

She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I made it for you. Now just relax. I won't ever leave you," she assured me, her words a soothing balm to my weary soul.

At that moment, as we sat together in the quiet comfort of our shared space, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bond of our love.

As I savored each bite she fed me, I felt a sense of gratitude swell within me, thankful for the gift of her presence and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

As I chuckled at her playful remark, a sense of warmth washed over me at the sight of her carefree spirit. "You make me scared, Lisa. You're being so careless," I teased gently, my voice laced with affection.

But her response caught me off guard, her words carrying a hint of defiance and desire. "Then punish me, Taehyung," she challenged, her gaze meeting mine with unwavering intensity.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reached out to caress her cheek. "You know what, Lisa? You are my love," I declared, my voice filled with a depth of emotion that words alone could not convey.

She was my forbidden fruit, a taste I couldn't resist, even as the knowledge of our forbidden love weighed heavily upon us.

In the shadows, I yearned for her, unable to quell the fire that burned within me. She was my guilty pleasure, a temptation I couldn't ignore, no matter the consequences.

As she fed me, the intimacy of the moment lingered between us, each bite a silent testament to the depth of our connection. And as I returned the gesture, feeding her with equal tenderness.

As we finished our meal, Lisa carefully cleared away the dishes before helping me settle back onto the bed.

With a tenderness that filled me with warmth, she lay down beside me, her touch sending shivers down my spine as she pressed a kiss to my forehead and then to my lips.

"I want to seduce you," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I was taken aback by her boldness, my heart racing at the thought of what she had in mind.

As she licked my earlobe, a surge of desire pulsed through me, my body responding instinctively to her touch.

"I know your condition is not good, but I want to help you relax," she murmured, her words sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Confusion mingled with arousal as I struggled to comprehend her intentions. "Lisa, what are you doing, doll?" I asked, my voice tinged with both curiosity and desire.

She chuckled softly, the sound sending a wave of heat coursing through me. "Just close your eyes, or else I'll blindfold you," she teased, her tone playful yet filled with an underlying intensity that left me breathless.

With a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to surrender to the intoxicating allure of her touch.

As her hands began to roam over my body, every nerve in my being was alight with anticipation, eager to discover where her seduction would lead us.

With a mixture of anticipation and arousal coursing through my veins, I watched as Lisa's touch ignited a fire within me, her actions sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

As she unbuttoned my shirt and pressed kisses to my chest, I felt a surge of desire pulse through me, my heart racing with each tantalizing caress.

Her innocence seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence and sensuality that left me spellbound.

I couldn't help but admire the transformation, captivated by the woman she was becoming before my very eyes.

A smile graced her lips as she gazed into my eyes, her words carrying a hint of challenge and defiance. "Do you think you have the power to control me, Taehyung?" She teased, her voice filled with playful mischief.

I swallowed hard, the intensity of her gaze sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "Wait for a second; I'll be right back," she whispered, her words hanging in the air like a promise.

As she disappeared into the closet, my pulse quickened with anticipation, wondering what she had in store for me next. Moments later, she returned, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she held my tie in her hands.

"Well, I guess I need to do something about that. I want to blindfold you," she declared, her voice husky with desire.

With a mixture of excitement and apprehension, I nodded in agreement, eager to surrender to the pleasure and anticipation of the unknown.

I nodded obediently as Lisa tied the blindfold around my eyes, enveloping me in darkness. I want to see what game she wants to play with me.

A sense of anticipation coursed through me as I heard her footsteps fade away, leaving me alone in the quiet of the room.

"Now, lay down, Taehyung," her voice echoed from somewhere nearby, guiding me with gentle authority.

Following her instructions, I settled back onto the bed, my senses heightened by the anticipation of what was to come.

Fuck the first time she will take control of me. She is making me lose my control, and I love her.

I sensed she was back. As I felt her hands at my waist, unzipping my pants and sliding them down, a rush of excitement surged through me.

It was a sensation unlike anything I had experienced before—a blend of vulnerability and arousal that left me breathless.

Then, I felt the sudden sensation of ice against my skin, causing me to gasp in surprise. My mind raced with questions, wondering what Lisa had in store for me.

Was she playing with ice? The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

Her kisses trailed along my belly, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through my body. Each touch was like a jolt of electricity, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment.

As her lips met mine, I surrendered to the intoxicating blend of sensations, lost in the ecstasy of her touch.

In that moment, all thoughts of control and power faded away, replaced by a primal desire to be consumed by the passion that burned between us.

As the blindfold was removed, my eyes fluttered open to behold the sight of Lisa standing before me, her naked form illuminated in the soft glow of the room.

Clad in nothing but her lingerie, she exuded a captivating allure, her beauty akin to that of a goddess.

A smile played upon her lips as she gazed at me with affectionate eyes. "I love you, Taehyung," she whispered, her words washing over me like a gentle caress.

Before I could respond, her lips descended upon mine in a tender kiss, igniting a spark of passion that burned brightly between us.

Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she trailed her hand down my body, her touch sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through me.

My breath caught in my throat as she lowered herself, her lips descending upon my manhood with a hunger that left me breathless.

With each kiss, I felt myself succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure of her touch, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

In her embrace, I found solace and a passion that transcended words, lost in the blissful ecstasy of our shared desire.

"I'll pleasure you with my mouth, Taehyung." Her words sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me, leaving me breathless with anticipation.

I watched in awe as Lisa's lips enveloped me, her tongue teasing and tantalizing with each sensuous movement.

The shock of her newfound boldness only added to the intensity of the moment, leaving me unable to resist the urge to thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm as she pleasured me.

As she deep-throated me with a fervor that left me gasping for breath, I couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins.

My hand found its way to her back, tracing the curves of her spine as I reveled in the intoxicating sensation of her lips against my skin.

With a boldness born of desire, I reached for the hem of her lingerie, slipping my hand beneath the fabric to caress the soft skin beneath.

The sound of her moans mingled with my own, creating a symphony of passion that echoed throughout the room.

As my hand trailed further, I found the delicate fabric of her thong, my fingers slipping inside to grip her firmly.

With a playful spank, I unleashed a wave of desire that left us both trembling with anticipation, lost in the throes of our shared passion.

As I explored her, feeling her arousal building with each touch, Lisa's moans of pleasure filled the room, driving me to the edge of ecstasy.

With each caress, her desire intensified her wetness a testament to the intensity of our shared passion.

She met my gaze with a hunger that mirrored my own, her lips releasing me momentarily as she sought reassurance. "Is that good?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

I could only nod in response, unable to form words as the pleasure consumed me.

With a renewed sense of determination, she returned to her task, her movements becoming more fervent as she drove me to the brink of release.

As I felt myself teetering on the edge, I closed my eyes in blissful surrender, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

And in that moment of ecstasy, I felt a wave of release wash over me, my essence spilling into her waiting mouth.

With a sense of satisfaction, I watched as she swallowed it all, her gaze locked with mine in a silent acknowledgment of our shared intimacy.

As our lips met in a tender kiss, the air between us crackled with electricity, the taste of our passion lingering on our tongues.

With a sigh of contentment, we sank back onto the bed, our bodies entwined in a dance of desire and longing.

With each kiss, the intensity of our connection deepened, our lips moving together in a sweet symphony of desire. I trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, savoring the softness of her skin against my lips.

Her breath hitched as I explored every inch of her, my hands tracing the curves of her body with reverence and longing.

With each touch, I felt a surge of desire coursing through me, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Our kisses grew more fervent, more desperate, as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating haze of our shared passion. At that moment, there were only us, two souls bound together by an unbreakable bond of love and desire.

As we lay entwined in each other's arms, our bodies pressed close, I knew that this was where I belonged, in her embrace, lost in the blissful oblivion of our love. And as our lips met in a final, lingering kiss.

As I looked into Lisa's eyes, a sense of determination washed over me. "Tomorrow, we will go and talk to your parents, Lisa. And I want you to be by my side," I declared, my voice filled with conviction.

She took my hand and pressed it against her heart, her gaze unwavering. "It's my promise that I'll be with you, no matter what," she vowed, her words resonating deep within my soul. "I will marry you and love you, and together we will build a family."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her embrace and the sincerity in her eyes, I knew that our love was stronger than any obstacle that lay in our path.

Lisa's gentle touch on my chest brought a sense of comfort, and her concern was evident in her words. "Uncle Lee Han was also worried about you. You should talk to him," she urged softly.

I met her gaze with a nod, acknowledging her suggestion. "How did he know?" I inquired, curious about how Lee Han had become aware of my condition.

Lisa proceeded to recount the events that had happened when I fainted, explaining how Lee Han had been informed by the guards. As she spoke, I listened intently, grateful for her reassurance.

"Don't worry, I'll call him," I assured her, reaching for my phone and dialing Lee Han's number. He answered after a few rings, his voice filled with concern.

"Hello, sir. How are you, and how is your condition?" Lee Han inquired anxiously.

"I'm fine, Lee Han. Thank you for coming, but you can take a rest now, okay? Also, tell the guards to take a break," I replied, grateful for his concern.

"Sure, sir. I understand, but I'm worried about you," Lee Han responded, his voice tinged with genuine care.

I reassured Lee Han, "You don't have to worry. You know Lisa is with me, and soon everything will be fine. I'll meet you tomorrow. You and Delon have to organize the staff, and I trust both of you. Tell Delon to gather the guards and instruct them to take some rest."

"Sure, sir," Lee Han replied earnestly.

With the call concluded, I turned to Lisa, a sense of gratitude filling my heart. "I'm happy with you," she said, her words carrying a warmth that enveloped me like a comforting embrace.

As Lisa sat up, my gaze fixated on her, startled. Shock swept through me as she met my eyes, then reclined, beckoning me with a gentle touch, saying, "Come, sleep here."

Nodding silently, I nestled my face against her breast, instantly sensing the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat.

She enveloped us both in a blanket, her hand tenderly finding its way into my hair, stroking it with a soothing touch, akin to comforting a child.

In that intimate moment, surrounded by the warmth of her embrace, a flood of conflicting emotions washed over me.

As her fingers traced gentle patterns across my scalp, a sense of solace began to permeate the turmoil within.

In her embrace, I found refuge from the storm raging in my mind, a fleeting respite from the weight of my burdens.

And so, with each rhythmic beat of her heart and each tender caress of her hand, I surrendered to the embrace of sleep, finding fleeting peace in chaos.

"I want to give you everything I had, Taehyung: love, sex loyalty, happiness, and joy. I want to fulfill your heart with everything I had.". She whispered.

That's what I want to hear from a woman, and she has this quality to win over me. Even though I am a messed up man, it's what I am.

I can't change myself into dominancy, but I will always be staying loyal to her as she is. Even my heart is hers.

THE NEXT MORNING

╰┈➤ ❝LISA

As I awoke to the morning light filtering through the curtains, I found myself enveloped in a feeling of profound love.

Glancing to my side, I beheld Taehyung, my beloved, lying beside me. His presence alone stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me.

As my fingers traced the contours of his face, I couldn't help but be captivated by his devilishly handsome features.

The events of the previous night were a blur, but the overwhelming sensation of love and desire for him lingered in my heart.

I was entranced by his allure, drawn into a world of seduction I never knew existed until I met him.

As I prepared to rise and begin the day, intending to shower and then make breakfast for my beloved, his arms tightened around me possessively.

The intensity of his embrace conveyed a depth of emotion that words could scarcely capture. At that moment, I knew that my world was forever changed by the love and passion I shared with him.

"Doll, where are you off to?" He murmurs, his voice laden with sleep, as I attempt to slip away.

"Taehyung, I need to prepare your meal and freshen up," I reply, only to be silenced by his passionate kiss as he pulls me closer.

"You seem to have forgotten, my love; I'm the one in charge," he whispers, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. "Today, I want you to stay with me instead of fretting over trivial matters. Who said you need to make me a meal? You're not my maid."

"Taehyung, it's not about being a maid," I protest gently, meeting his gaze with quiet determination. "I want to make breakfast for you because it brings me joy to care for you. It's something I genuinely love doing. Now, please, let me go—the doctor said it's important for you to have nutritious food on time, so I don't want to delay your meal or your medicine."

With a raised brow, I wait for his response. He looks at me, a playful smile on his lips. "You are my medicine, love, and I'm fine," he says softly. I sigh, shaking my head.

"Taehyung, you still need to stay healthy," I insist, hoping he understands how much I mean it.

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around me with that unyielding warmth.

He grins, his touch tender as he cups my chin. "You don't need to concern yourself with breakfast. The staff will handle it, even serving me in bed if you desire, my dear." His assurance is followed by another tender kiss.

His voice takes on a low, seductive tone, sending a shiver down my spine. "And now, I'm going to teach you a lesson; let me punish you now."

I draw back slightly, staring at him in surprise at his unexpected declaration.

"Punished? But why?" Confusion tinges my voice as I seek an explanation.

"Because you disturbed my precious sleep, and also for what you did with Lisa. Did you think I wouldn't find out? And I know you enjoy it when I take charge and punish you," he replies, his smirk revealing his playful intent.

Uncertainty clouds my thoughts, but a surge of anticipation courses through me, stirring my senses. How does he know that I secretly enjoy his anger and dominance?

His punishments never fail to ignite thrilling excitement within me.

I meet his gaze, feeling his smirk penetrate my very soul as if he could discern the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind.

A gasp escapes my lips as he seizes my nipples, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

"Taehyung..." I moan softly as he toys with me, stretching and teasing my sensitive flesh.

"Turn around," he commands, releasing his grip, and I comply instantly, rolling onto my stomach. With bated breath, I peer over my shoulder, my heart racing with anticipation, awaiting his next move.

As he positions himself between my legs, his hand comes down firmly on my exposed buttocks, sending a rush of tingling warmth through my skin.

Each spank ignites a mixture of pleasure and pain, eliciting moans from deep within me as I instinctively clutch the bedsheet beneath me.

"Taehyung..." I whimper his name, my voice a breathy plea for more of his touch, more of his intensity.

The room fills with the sounds of my pleasure mingling with the sharp echoes of his hand meeting my skin, creating a symphony of desire.

With every spank, I feel myself growing wetter, my body yearning for him in ways that words cannot fully express. At this moment, all I crave is Taehyung, his raw passion, and his insatiable desire to claim me completely.

In a swift motion, he seizes my waist and pulls me upright, entering me from behind with an intensity that leaves me breathless, as if he's plucking desires straight from my mind.

"Oh... yes... Taehyung..." I cry out as he drives into me relentlessly, his hands gripping my hair and waist firmly.

Each forceful thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through my body, igniting a primal fire within me.

His voice, a seductive growl, commands my attention. "Tell me, is this what you desire, Lisa? Do you crave me like this?" With a sharp spank on my hips, he elicits a startled yell from me.

"Taehyung... Don't stop. I belong to you," I plead, my words lost amidst the symphony of our passionate entanglement.

The rhythm of his movements, coupled with the occasional sting of his spanks, propels me ever closer to the precipice of ecstasy, where only he has the power to guide me.

The room resonates with the symphony of our shared ecstasy, our cries of pleasure blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding in passion.

With each powerful thrust, he expertly manipulates my senses, stimulating my throbbing bud and teasing my sensitive nipple from behind.

I scream in pleasure as he licks my neck, biting it, making me feel pain, but it's beautiful.

The sensations overwhelm me, pushing me ever closer to the edge of bliss. I can feel the tension coiling within me, the anticipation mounting with each electrifying touch.

And then, as if a dam has burst, a wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me breathless and trembling in its wake.

My body quivers with the aftershocks of our passionate union, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

The heat radiating between us serves as a reminder of the raw passion we've shared, a fire that burns brightly in the wake of our intimate encounter.

Taehyung growled with intense pleasure and satisfaction. It's making me happy that I am the only woman who can make him fill up.

"Seriously, you really gave me a hard time," he chides, though there's a playful glint in his eyes as he speaks. "You weren't ready to listen to me."

I chuckle softly, acknowledging his point. "So keep that in mind; if you make me angry, I'll give you a hard time too. And you're well aware my methods of punishment are unique," I tease, winking at him as we share a moment of laughter.

His expression turns more serious as he adds, "But right now, I want to make you scream, doll. Now lie down again. Let me love you. I don't know, but I am getting crazy for you."

With his command, I obediently lie face down, my pelvis elevated with the help of a pillow placed beneath my hips.

He positions himself behind me, his knees supporting him as his torso leans forward, arms holding him up.

In this vulnerable yet thrilling position, I await his next move with bated breath, knowing that whatever comes next will be an experience unlike any other.

As I gaze into the mirror, our intertwined forms reflected at me, I see the dominance he exudes over me.

His grip tightens on my hair, and he whispers, "Doll, what are you looking at?" My response escapes me in a moan as I confess, "How beautifully complete we look together."

In response, he smacks my hips, eliciting cries of pleasure from me. "We complete each other. And I love you," he declares, his words punctuated by the intensity of our connection.

He then guides me to lie on my back, my legs hoisted up on his shoulders as he positions himself to face me, entering me with a deep, penetrating thrust.

In this intimate embrace, I moan in ecstasy, acknowledging, "You are a hungry man, a lusty man."

A smile graces his lips as he gently grasps my jaw, his eyes filled with adoration. "You are my rag doll, aren't you?" he asserts, a declaration of our shared passion and intimate bond.

As we lay together in the aftermath of our passion, he nestled into my embrace, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips. "You always leave me fulfilled, not just physically but in my heart. Being with you brings me true happiness."

His words stir emotions within me, threatening to spill over, but I manage to suppress the tears. I know he would worry if he saw me crying now.

Instead, I muster a composed tone and remind him, "Now, Mr. We need to head to my parents' house."

He nods in agreement, his gaze softening as he looks at me. "Let's freshen up together and then go," he suggests.

I shake my head with a playful grin. "No, or else you'll tire me out again. I'm exhausted," I tease, already anticipating the playful banter.

"Lisa, my love," he begins softly, his words filled with sincerity. "I know our love may be rooted in passion, but it's love I cherish. I understand your body's desires, and I want to give you the care you deserve, doll. Let me pamper you."

I looked at him and said, "I love the way you always respect me." He smiled and said. "You deserve to be treated with respect and roughness." He winked. I blushed as I nodded.

With that, he rises from the bed and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me effortlessly to the bathroom.

He turns on the shower, and as the warm water cascades over us, he tenderly lathers shampoo into my hair and massages my scalp.

Then, with gentle movements, he applies body wash to a loofah and begins to wash my body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from me.

Pausing for a moment, he looks into my eyes, his expression filled with vulnerability. "Lisa, please look at me," he implores, pulling me into a warm embrace. "I never thought I'd experience mornings like this again. I'm afraid of losing you."

His words resonate deeply within me, and I return his embrace, assuring him, "You won't lose me, Taehyung. I'm here, and I'm yours."

In that moment, beneath the gentle caress of the water, we find solace in each other's arms, our bond strengthened by love and vulnerability.

As the water continues to cascade around us, I feel a sense of reassurance enveloping us, binding us together in our shared vulnerability.

With each tender touch and heartfelt exchange, our connection deepens, anchoring us in a moment of profound intimacy.

With a gentle smile, I tilt my head to meet his gaze, my heart overflowing with affection. "Taehyung, I'm not going anywhere. You're my everything, and I'll always be by your side," I whisper, my voice carrying the weight of my devotion.

His eyes soften, reflecting the depth of his love for me. "I believe you, Lisa," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

After finishing our bath and brushing our teeth, Taehyung and I wrap ourselves in plush towels, relishing the warmth and comfort they provide.

In the luxurious bathroom, we take turns drying each other's hair with the blow dryer, the gentle hum of the appliance filling the air with a sense of tranquility.

Once our hair is dry, we step out of the bathroom and make our way to the closet. With a sense of intimacy, we part ways momentarily as I select my dress and lingerie for the day.

The closet is filled with an array of clothing, each piece a reflection of our individual styles and tastes.

With a lingering sense of anticipation, I slip into my chosen lingerie and dress, relishing the way the fabric hugs my curves and accentuates my figure.

Stepping out of the closet, I find Taehyung already dressed in a crisp shirt and pants; his usual suave appearance softened slightly for the day ahead.

As I watch him tend to his appearance at the vanity, applying cream and a hint of cologne, I can't help but admire his effortless charm and undeniable allure.

With each precise movement, he exudes an air of confidence and sophistication that never fails to captivate me.

I approach him with a smile, my heart swelling with affection as I take in his handsome features. "You look stunning, Taehyung," I remark, unable to contain my admiration.

With a gentle touch, I adjust his collar. "Now, get ready," he says, his voice tinged with warmth and gratitude.

With a smile, I nod in acknowledgment, understanding the unspoken bond between us that thrives on mutual care and support.

As Taehyung excuses himself to take the call, I quickly proceed with my usual routine, swiftly attending to my hair, applying eyeliner and blush to enhance my features, and ensuring my skin is protected with sun cream.

A spritz of deodorant adds a final touch of freshness, completing my preparation. As I saw my suitcase there, I forgot to take out my clothes. Well, maybe I should put them back in the closet after I came from home, as then I saw Taehyung come after the ending call.

As he approaches me, picking up a gloss from my vanity and applying a touch of gloss to my lips, I feel a flutter of excitement at his tender gesture.

Taehyung's words of admiration send a warm flush to my cheeks, and I can't help but smile at his genuine compliment.

"It's beautiful," he remarks softly, his gaze filled with adoration. I lean into his embrace, feeling a rush of affection wash over me as we share a moment of intimacy.

With our hands entwined, we make our way out of the room.

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As we sit at the breakfast table, finishing our meal, Lee Han, Taehyung's loyal attendant, approaches and bows respectfully. "Sir, are you feeling well?" he inquires with genuine concern.

Taehyung meets Lee Han's gaze with a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Lee Han. Thank you for everything you do," he replies warmly, acknowledging Lee Han's years of devoted service.

Lee Han nods, a sense of steadfast loyalty evident in his demeanor. "I've been with you since you were ten, sir, and I've always cared for you," he says earnestly.

Taehyung's smile widens. "I'm grateful for your presence, Lee Han. If you need to rest, please do," he insists kindly.

Uncle Lee Han said. "Well, sir, I am happy to be at your service, and I don't want to retire yet until I see your kids." I blushed as Taehyung smirked, seeing me as then Uncle Lee Han excused himself.

With a final bow, Lee Han takes his leave, his dedication to Taehyung unwavering. Moments later, a guard approaches, bowing respectfully as he presents an invitation. "Sir, Mr. Jung Lee has sent this invitation for the party," he informs us.

Taehyung accepts the invitation with a nod of acknowledgment, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected gesture.

Taehyung examines the invitation with a thoughtful expression, his gaze flickering to me as he accepts it. With a dismissive gesture, he signals the guard to depart, then turns his attention back to me.

"Lisa, we must attend this party together," he explains, his tone earnest. "Mr. Jung Lee is my business partner, and as my beautiful partner and hardworking intern, I need you by my side. That's why I accepted the invitation."

I nodded in understanding, reassured by his explanation. "Of course, I'll be ready," I assure him, a sense of anticipation building within me.

With a nod of approval, Taehyung rises from the table, gesturing for me to follow suit. "Let's go and speak to your parents first, okay?" he suggests.

I agree with a nod, and together we make our way out of the penthouse. As we reach the entrance, Taehyung addresses the guard stationed there.

"I'll drive today. You can accompany us with the other guards," he instructs firmly, taking charge of the situation with his characteristic confidence.

The driver nods, respectfully handing the keys to Taehyung as we settle into the car. I take the seat beside him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

As we begin our journey, I can't help but feel a knot of nervousness form in my stomach.

Taehyung notices my unease and gently asks, "What's wrong, Lisa? Are you feeling nervous?"

I exhale slowly, the weight of my worries weighing heavily on me. "I forgot the gifts I brought for my parents," I admit with a sigh, fearing their disappointment.

Taehyung chuckles softly, his demeanor calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, I'll return to the penthouse to retrieve them," he offers without hesitation.

But I shake my head, a sense of determination swelling within me. "No, Taehyung, it's important for us to speak to them first. I'll give them the gifts later. I just want everything to go smoothly and for them to agree," I explain, my voice tinged with hope and apprehension.

Taehyung's words carry a weight of determination, his tone resolute as he speaks. His chuckle holds a hint of darkness, a reflection of the seriousness of his intentions.

"Lisa, my doll, whether they agree or not, remember this: I am doing this for you, for your happiness, and because I know how much you love your parents."

He asserts firmly. "Even if they don't approve, I am committed to our relationship. I could arrange our marriage without their consent, but I want to do it the legal way, out of respect for you and your family."

His declaration leaves no room for doubt, his unwavering devotion evident in his words. "There is no turning back now, Lisa," he concludes, his gaze steady and unwavering.

In that moment, I am reminded of the depth of his love and the strength of our bond.

I nodded in response to Taehyung's words, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me as he kissed my hand tenderly.

As our car came to a stop in front of my house, Taehyung opened the door for me, planting a soft kiss on my cheek that sent a blush creeping down my cheeks.

With a gentle smile, I stepped out of the car, greeted by the presence of Taehyung's guards waiting nearby. Together, we walked towards the entrance of my house, the anticipation building with each step.

I knocked on the door, and after a moment, my father opened it, his expression one of surprise quickly followed by warmth.

"Lisa, it's wonderful to see you here," he greeted me with a smile before turning to Taehyung. "Hello, Mr. Kim, please come inside," he invited graciously.

Taehyung and I entered the house, and I spotted my mother in the living room, her presence bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort.

As I approached her, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and hope, knowing that our conversation would determine the course of our future.

As my mother enveloped me in a warm embrace, I returned the hug, cherishing the familiar comfort of her presence. "Oh, Lisa, I've missed you so much. How have you been?" she exclaimed with genuine concern.

A smile graced my lips as I replied, "You can see, I'm happy and doing fine."

Meanwhile, my father extended a gracious invitation to Taehyung, but before anyone could settle into formalities, Taehyung interjected with a request to dispense with the formalities.

"No need for formalities, Mr. Dong. Please, just relax and have a seat," Taehyung urged, his tone sincere as he conveyed a sense of urgency.

Confusion flickered across my parents' faces, prompting my mother to voice her concerns. "Mr. Kim, has something gone wrong? Is everything alright?" She inquired her worry evident in her voice.

I met my mother's gaze, shaking my head gently. "Mom, please, just relax and take a seat," I reassured her, hoping to ease her apprehension.

As my parents took their seats on the couch, I nervously stood beside Taehyung, feeling his reassuring presence beside me.

He gestured for me to sit beside him, and though I felt apprehensive, I complied, taking my place beside him.

Taehyung began to speak, his words filled with earnestness and sincerity. "Mr. Dong, I know this may come as a surprise, but I love your daughter. I want to marry her, and I hope you can accept our relationship. I promise to make her happy, as we both love each other deeply."

Before we could gauge my parents' reaction, my father's voice rang out, filled with shock and disbelief. "Mr. Kim and Lisa, what is the meaning of this?" he exclaimed, his tone stern and authoritative.

My mother, unable to contain her emotions, rose from her seat and approached me, her hand raised as if to strike me.

Taehyung instinctively intervened, grasping her hand gently as he spoke with calm authority. "Please, don't raise your hand to her," he implored, his voice firm yet respectful.

My mother's eyes filled with tears as she confronted Taehyung. "She is my daughter, and how can you say such a thing? Look at the age difference between you and my daughter. It's shameful to us," she expressed, her voice trembling with emotion and concern for our well-being.

As my father's words of disbelief echoed in the room, a heavy silence settled over us, punctuated only by the sound of my mother's trembling breaths.

With tears brimming in her eyes, she raised her hand towards me, her accusation hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

"How could you do this, Lisa?" She cried out, her voice quivering with a mixture of anguish and disbelief. "Have you no shame? Working with Mr. Kim to gain his attention, leading him on—have I raised you so wrongly?"

Her words struck me like a blow to the chest, each accusation cutting deeper than the last. The weight of her disappointment hung heavily upon me, mingling with my own feelings of sadness and despair.

I had never intended to cause my parents such pain, yet here I was, standing before them as a symbol of their shattered hopes and dreams.

Beside me, Taehyung's grip tightened on my hand, a silent gesture of solidarity and support. His presence was a lifeline in the storm, grounding me in the strength of our love and commitment.

But my father's voice cut through the turmoil, his words laced with a sense of duty and honor that spoke to his middle-class upbringing.

"I have worked hard to uphold our family's dignity and honor," he began, his tone measured yet tinged with disappointment. "To see you throw it all away for the sake of—"

He paused, unable to finish his sentence, his gaze flickering between me and Taehyung. At that moment, the divide between us seemed insurmountable, a gaping chasm of misunderstanding and mistrust.

As the weight of my parents' denial pressed down upon me, I felt a surge of sadness wash over me.

But amidst the pain and uncertainty, one thing remained clear: my love for Taehyung burned brighter than ever, a beacon of hope in the darkness of our uncertain future.

Despite the torrent of accusations and disbelief swirling around us, Taehyung's unwavering support never wavered.

With a steady gaze, he met my parents' accusations head-on, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dong, I understand your concerns, but I assure you, my feelings for Lisa are genuine," he stated firmly, his words resonating with sincerity. "I love her with all my heart, and I am committed to making her happy."

His words hung in the air, a testament to the depth of his devotion and the strength of our bond.

But despite his heartfelt plea, my parents remained unmoved, their faces etched with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.

Tears welled in my eyes as I faced my parents, my heart heavy with the weight of their disapproval. "Dad, Mom, I love him. I've never done anything to disgrace our family," I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion.

My mother's expression hardened, her words cutting through the air like a blade. "Lisa, are you out of your mind? What will people say about us? That you're marrying Mingyu's stepfather, who's still married to his mother, Rena?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with desperation and fear of societal judgment.

Taehyung intervened, his voice calm yet resolute. "I have divorced Rena, and I am committed to marrying Lisa," he declared firmly, his words carrying a sense of determination and conviction.

But my parents remained unmoved, their disapproval casting a shadow over our hopes for a future together.

At that moment, I felt torn between my love for Taehyung and my desire to respect my parents' wishes. Yet, deep down, I knew that our love was worth fighting for, no matter the obstacles we faced.

As my parents continued to voice their denials and concerns, a sense of despair washed over me.

Their words cut deep, echoing the doubts and fears that had plagued me since the moment I had fallen in love with Taehyung.

"I understand your concerns, but please try to see things from our perspective," my father implored, his tone laced with frustration and disappointment. "This is not the path we envisioned for you, Lisa. We want what's best for you, and marrying someone with such complicated ties."

His words trailed off, the unspoken implications hanging heavily in the air. I knew what he meant—the scandal, the gossip, the potential damage to our family's reputation.

But in that moment, none of it mattered to me. All I could think about was the man beside me, the one who had captured my heart and shown me a love I had never known before.

Taehyung reached for my hand, his touch a silent reassurance in the turmoil. "I understand your concerns, Mr. and Mrs. Manoban," he began, his voice steady and unwavering. "But I love Lisa, and I am committed to building a future with her, regardless of the obstacles we may face."

My mother's eyes softened momentarily, a flicker of understanding crossing her features. But as she glanced back at me, her expression hardened once more, her resolve unyielding.

"Lisa, think about what you're doing," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Think about the consequences, the repercussions for all of us."

But at that moment, I knew what I had to do. Despite the pain it might cause, despite the disapproval of my parents, I couldn't deny the depth of my love for Taehyung. And as I looked into his eyes.

"I love him, Mom and Dad, please... I can't leave him." My voice was barely a whisper, yet it echoed around the room, thick with tension, as I clutched Taehyung's hand, seeking strength from the warmth of his touch.

The silence was brutal, hanging heavy in the air before my father's words cut through like a knife. His voice was sharp with anger, disappointment saturating every syllable.

"I can't accept this relationship. Get out of my sight. And, Lisa..." His eyes, once so kind, looked at me as though I were a stranger. "You are dead to me."

The words hit me with the force of a storm, tearing through my heart. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I looked at him, desperate, pleading.

"Dad, please... no." I choked out, the pain in my chest tightening with each word. But he didn't waver. His face remained cold, his gaze fixed, hardened.

"You will regret this, Lisa," he spat, his disdain seeping into every word. "You have no shame, and what kind of love is this?"

Before I could even attempt to defend myself, I felt Taehyung tense beside me. I glanced at him, seeing the usual calm in his eyes replaced by something darker, and angrier.

He released my hand, stood up, and turned to face my father, his presence commanding and unyielding.

"Enough," he said, his voice cold but powerful, his words reverberating through the room. "If you refuse to accept our love, so be it. But don't insult it. What I feel for your daughter is pure, and she is mine. I've listened patiently, Mr. Dong, out of respect for Lisa, but I won't tolerate any more disrespect."

Taehyung's gaze was steady, his voice resolute as he continued. "I came here hoping we could talk this out, to ask Lisa's hand in marriage with the respect and tradition she deserves. But if my respect is met with contempt, I won't stand here and let you treat her, or our love, this way."

The room fell into a strained silence, Taehyung's words lingering in the air like a challenge. He glanced at me, and in that moment, his face softened just slightly, a flicker of vulnerability visible behind the steel of his gaze.

I felt my heart swell, both fear and hope mixing as I looked back at my father, wondering if there was anything left to bridge the chasm that had opened up between us.

With those words, Taehyung turned on his heel, his expression steely as he made his way toward the door.

"Lisa, come. I'm waiting," Taehyung's voice called out from the doorway, a beacon of strength and reassurance amidst the turmoil.

His words resonated with determination. The weight of his words lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of the divide that now separated us from my parents.

Despite the pain of their rejection, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me, a deep understanding that our love was worth fighting for, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

With a steadying breath, I took a step towards Taehyung, my heart heavy with the weight of our decision.

But as I met his gaze, I found solace in the unwavering strength of his love, a love that had weathered every storm and emerged stronger than ever.

Together, we would face the uncertain future that lay before us, hand in hand, united in the undeniable strength of our love.

As we stepped out into the world together, I knew that no matter what trials awaited us, we would overcome them, guided by the unbreakable bond that bound us together.