╰┈➤ ❝TAEHYUNG

As Lisa walked out the door, I enveloped her in my arms, feeling her tears soak into my shirt. I despised her parents for rejecting our relationship, but their disapproval meant nothing to me.

I had never been one to heed the opinions of others, and if they were not her parents, I would have silenced them without hesitation.

No one had ever dared to speak to me in such a manner before, and I seethed with anger at their audacity.

But in that moment, my focus shifted to Lisa; her trembling was a painful reminder of the hurt she was enduring.

I knew this day would come—the realization that no one would accept our love, not even society or her own parents.

But did I care? Not in the slightest. To hell with them all. I am the master of my own life, and no one could dictate my choices or my happiness.

As I held Lisa close, I whispered words of comfort and reassurance, vowing to stand by her side no matter what obstacles we faced.

Together, we would forge our own path, defying anyone who dared to stand in our way. With each beat of our hearts, our love burned brighter, a beacon of defiance in a world determined to tear us apart.

And as we stood there, locked in each other's embrace, I knew that nothing—not her parents, not society, not even the passage of time—could ever extinguish the flames of our love.

As I cupped her face tenderly, kissing away her tears, Lisa's question echoed in the silence between us. "Why did all of this happen, Taehyung? Why can't they understand?" Her voice trembled with emotion, her eyes searching mine for answers.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my heart aching at the pain in her eyes. "Don't cry, Lisa. Come, let's get in the car," I murmured softly, guiding her towards the waiting car.

We settled into the car, the weight of the moment heavy upon us. Lisa's tears continued to flow, her sorrow palpable in the air around us. "Lisa, do you love me?" I asked, my voice gentle yet insistent.

She met my gaze, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "More than anything," she whispered, her words a solemn vow of her devotion.

With a deep breath, I reached for her hand, squeezing it gently in reassurance. "Then forget about what happened. From now on, we are each other's strength. We will face whatever comes our way together," I declared, my voice filled with conviction.

As I looked into Lisa's eyes, a wave of tenderness washed over me. "Lisa, I know this is painful, but you're my rock. I have no one but you, and I never want to lose you."

I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "But if you feel the need to meet your parents, I won't stand in your way. Your happiness is important to me."

Lisa's eyes softened with gratitude as she nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry, Taehyung. My parents mistreated you and disrespected you," she apologized, her words heavy with remorse.

I reached out to gently wipe away her tears, a small smile playing on my lips. "It's okay, Lisa. What's important is that we're together," I reassured her, my love for her shining through in every word. "Now let's focus on our future together and leave the past behind us."

She looked at me with a mixture of pain and determination in her eyes. "It's painful, but I'll try," she whispered softly.

I nodded, understanding the weight of her emotions, and started the engine. "Sleep for a while, okay? Take some rest," I suggested gently.

As I drove, Lisa's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing gradually evening out as she drifted off into a troubled sleep.

I kept my gaze focused on the road ahead, but a part of me remained acutely aware of her pain, aching to provide her with some semblance of comfort.

Soon, we arrived at the penthouse. As I parked the car, I turned to find Lisa lost in her thoughts, tears glistening on her cheeks. With a tender touch, I wiped them away, silently offering her my support.

I stepped out of the car and hurried to her side, opening the door with care. Gathering her fragile form into my arms, I held her close, her perfect body fitting perfectly against mine.

As she nuzzled her face into my chest, seeking solace in my embrace, I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me.

Carrying her inside, I was met by Lee Han's concerned gaze. "Sir, what's happening?" he inquired, his voice filled with worry.

I offered Lee Han a reassuring nod, my resolve unyielding. "Lisa needs me. Her parents denied our relationship, but now I need some space. Just carry on with things as usual; I'll handle it," I replied simply, determined to be there for Lisa in her time of need.

He nodded understandingly and asked, "Do you want me to bring something?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, I'll ask when I need something."

With that, I carried Lisa into our room, the weight of her pain heavy on my heart. As I gently laid her down on the bed, she held onto me tightly, her words filled with a mix of anguish and determination.

"I can still hear my parents' words echoing in my ears. I can't just forget it, but I'll try," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

I brushed away a stray tear from her cheek, my own heart breaking at the sight of her pain. "We'll get through this together, Lisa. I promise," I assured her, my voice filled with unwavering determination.

With a gentle kiss on her forehead, I tucked her into bed, vowing to do everything in my power to ease her suffering and bring her the comfort she so desperately needed.

As I watched over her, a sense of fierce protectiveness washed over me, driving me to do whatever it took to see her smile once more.

As I tried to reassure her, I spoke with conviction, "Lisa, one day they will accept us, especially when they see how happy you are. I know it's hard to hear those hurtful words, but try to think maturely. They love you, and as angry as I am about what they said, I believe we can make them understand."

Her smile, though faint, warmed my heart as she replied, "I trust you, Taehyung. But for now, I'll wait for them. I know they will come around, and I'm willing to fight for our love." Her determination fueled my own resolve.

As I tucked her into bed, I asked softly, "Now sleep. Do you want anything to eat, doll?"

She shook her head gently and replied, "No, I'll be fine. I just need rest. I think sleep will be enough."

Nodding in understanding, I prepared to leave her to rest when she suddenly spoke up again. "Taehyung, today we have to go to the party. Kindly choose my dress for today. I'll wear whatever you choose for me."

Surprised by her request, I hesitated. "There's no need for us to go, especially not today when you're feeling this way," I protested, concern evident in my voice.

But she countered with a gentle insistence that melted my resolve. "You always say we shouldn't mix professional life with personal. The party is professional, Taehyung. Besides, it's important for you. And with you by my side, I know I'll be happy."

Her words touched my heart, and I leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. "My doll is starting to mature and understand everything," I murmured, feeling a surge of pride and love for the strong woman lying before me.

With a smile, I promised to choose her dress for the party. "Okay, I'll choose your party dress. Now sleep," I gently urged her.

She nodded in agreement as I covered her with the blanket and dimmed the lights.

Walking over to the closet, I selected Lisa's black lacy lingerie and a stunning black and gold cocktail dress, along with matching jewelry—a golden necklace—and heels.

Placing them carefully aside on the edge of the couch, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that I'd never done anything like this for any other woman.

But Lisa's cute request melted my heart, and I found myself eager to fulfill her wishes. Oh, how she was killing me with her sweetness.

As I turned to leave the room, I glanced back at her sleeping form, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude for the woman who had stolen my heart.

SKIP TO EVENING

As I stood in my study room, dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, I meticulously checked my appearance in the mirror, ensuring every detail was perfect.

My hairstyle was carefully styled, and I made subtle adjustments to enhance my overall look. Tonight was important, and I wanted to make sure I presented myself in the best possible light.

I had already instructed the female staff members who were skilled in makeup and hairstyling to prepare Lisa for the party.

With Lee Han by my side, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before the evening's events.

"Sir, is everything fine?" Lee Han's voice broke through my concentration, his concern evident in his tone.

I turned to him with a reassuring smile. "Yes, Lee Han, everything is fine. Thank you for asking," I replied, my voice steady with determination. "Tonight is important, and I want everything to go smoothly."

"Lee Han, I'm going to marry Lisa this week because I can't wait any longer, and this time everyone should know that I'm marrying the love of my life. It's going to be grand. I want everyone to come into my marriage, as I never went to a grand wedding, but this time I'll do everything grand. The whole city should know Taehyung Kim marrying the love of his life, even though Lisa would be my 3rd wife in a public relationship, it will be forever as she is my true love," I announced, my voice filled with determination.

He nodded in understanding and replied, "I'll be happy to do that, sir."

With a sense of pride, I sighed, knowing that this decision would change everything. I understood that I must extend invitations to everyone, including Lisa's parents, despite their opposition.

As Lee Han offered me a supportive nod before excusing himself, I took one last look in the mirror.

As soon as I walked out of the study room, I caught sight of Lisa stepping out of her room, looking absolutely stunning.

A rush of admiration swept over me as I approached her, unable to resist cupping her face gently in my hands.

"My doll, if we were in the room right now, I'd shower you with kisses," I whispered, unable to contain the affection bubbling inside me.

Lisa's cheeks flushed with a delicate pink hue as she met my gaze, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Not now, Mr. Kim," she teased, her voice soft but playful. "We have a party to attend."

Her words snapped me back to reality, and I chuckled softly, reluctantly releasing her from my grasp. "You're right," I replied with a grin. "Let's go." With a twinkle in my eye, I offered her my arm.

As we stepped out of the penthouse, we made our way to my sleek black Audi, the drivers and guards following in separate SUVs. Taking the wheel, I began to drive, with Lisa by my side.

Arriving at the party, the guards swiftly opened our car doors, and we stepped out, hand in hand.

I placed my hand on Lisa's waist as we made our entrance, her eyes meeting mine with a sense of shared excitement and anticipation.

As we entered the party, the atmosphere buzzed with energy and laughter. My business partner, Mr. Jung Lee, greeted us warmly from across the room, a wide smile lighting up his face.

"Hello, Mr. Kim. It's an honor to have you grace my party," he said, extending his hand toward me. His eyes then shifted to Lisa, taking in her elegance with an appreciative glint. "And who is this lovely lady?"

A swell of pride filled me as I smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "She is my partner, my woman, Lisa," I declared, deliberately emphasizing her importance in my life.

I watched as Mr. Jung's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, extending a hand toward Lisa. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lisa," he said warmly, his tone sincere.

Lisa returned his greeting with a gracious smile, her confidence radiating in every word. "Thank you for having us, Mr. Lee," she replied politely, her voice steady.

"Please enjoy the night, Mr. Kim," Mr. Jung said, his attention shifting back to me, allowing us to mingle with the other guests.

I nodded in acknowledgment, my heart swelling with affection as I watched Lisa interact with the crowd.

She was effortlessly charming, weaving through conversations with grace and ease, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of protectiveness that enveloped me.

As the night went on, I kept close to her side, soaking in the pride that surged within me. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a concerned whisper. "What happened? You seem a bit sad."

Lisa looked up at me, her expression clouded with emotion. "I don't know how I can forget about Mom and Dad," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I offered her a reassuring smile, trying to bridge the gap between her heartache and my unwavering love. "Lisa, I love you, and that's what matters. Don't worry—maybe someday they will realize their mistake in rejecting our relationship."

She held my hand tightly, her grip warm yet tinged with uncertainty. "I trust you, but it's hard for me to see my parents hating me like that."

My heart ached for her, knowing how deeply her family's rejection affected her. "For them, Lisa, our relationship is like something forbidden. The age difference, the past—I had a relationship with my stepson's girlfriend, and I think they can't help but see us through that lens."

As I spoke, I could see the tension in her shoulders begin to ease slightly, though the shadows in her eyes remained. "I want to build a future with you, to show them how real our love is," I continued, my voice steady with conviction. "But it might take time. Just know that I'm here for you, every step of the way."

Her eyes softened, and I could see a flicker of hope glimmering beneath her sadness. "Thank you, Taehyung," she replied, squeezed my hand. At that moment, I knew I would do anything to protect her, to shield her from the pain of rejection, and to prove to her parents that our love was worth fighting for.

We shared a drink, enjoying the atmosphere of the party, until my attention was abruptly drawn to a familiar sight.

To my dismay, I spotted my rival's daughter, Mira, accompanied by my stepson, Mingyu, and my ex-wife, Rena, approaching us.

As they drew near, Rena's words sliced through the air like a knife, her accusation piercing through the jovial ambiance of the party.

"Oh, it's so surprising to see you here, Taehyung," Rena shot, her voice laced with rage.

I responded coolly, "I could say the same to you, Rena. What are you doing at this party?"

"Well," she replied, "the company you returned to my son—he's handling it now, so Mr. Jung Lee invited all the CEOs. Shouldn't we be here?"

I nodded, preparing to ignore her, but she continued.

"Oh, so that's why you divorced me—for her, for Lisa? First, she trapped my son, and now she's set her sights on you." Rena's tone was sharp, her words dripping with venom.

I watched as Lisa's eyes widened in shock, tears glistening in their depths. My heart clenched at the sight, a surge of protectiveness washing over me as I instinctively drew her closer to me, shielding her from Rena's barbed words.

Suppressing the anger that bubbled within me, I fixed Rena with a steely gaze, my voice cold and controlled. "You have no right to speak to us like that," I retorted, my words laced with restrained fury. "Lisa is not responsible for the choices I've made; it is my choice to do so. Our love is real, and nothing you say can change that. Don't make a scene here. And yes, I am in a relationship with Lisa, and that's why I divorced you, as per the contract, Rena. Now, don't create any more drama."

Mingyu's venomous words cut through the air like a blade, his accusation aimed squarely at Lisa. "So, Lisa, that's why you didn't want to marry me? Because you're a slut who wanted my stepfather. How foolish I was, or maybe you needed a sugar daddy for yourself," he sneered.

My patience reached its limit as I slapped Mingyu across the face, a sharp crack echoing through the room. "Watch your mouth before talking to Lisa," I warned my voice firm and commanding.

Mira, joining in the verbal assault, added her own barbs. "Mingyu, leave it. I always knew she was a gold digger, a whore who seduces your stepfather," she interjected.

But Lisa refused to be belittled, her voice steady and unwavering as she defended herself. "I am not a gold digger, and I don't snatch anyone from anyone. It's you who played games with me, Mingyu. But thanks to fate, I saw your true face," she declared, her words ringing with a mixture of hurt and resolve.

As Mingyu's hurtful words pierced the air, directed at Lisa, I felt a surge of protective anger rises within me.

But before I could respond, Lisa's calm demeanor spoke volumes as she met Mingyu's gaze with steely resolve.

"Mom was right, you never deserved me, Lisa," Mingyu sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "But now, I am happy with Mira. We're in a relationship, and soon we'll get engaged."

I watched as Lisa's expression remained composed, her eyes betraying no hint of vulnerability.

With a wry smile, I stepped forward, addressing them both. "Yeah, go ahead," I replied, my tone cool and collected. "Because you both deserve each other."

I felt Lisa's hand tighten in mine, her silent plea for strength and support. With a resolute gaze, I addressed Rena and Mingyu, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Your words hold no power over us," I declared, my tone unwavering.

As I led Lisa out of the chaotic party scene, her tears mingling with the frustration and hurt in her eyes, I couldn't help but feel a pang of anguish at seeing her in such distress.

"What is all of this?" She cried, her voice trembling with emotion as she turned to me for answers.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you," I reassured her, squeezing her hand gently in mine. "You're not alone."

Her words, filled with love and vulnerability, cut through the tension of the moment. "I love you, Taehyung," she declared, her voice wavering with raw emotion.

With a solemn nod, I held her close, feeling the weight of her pain as if it were my own. "Mingyu's words don't matter, Lisa. They hold no truth," I insisted, trying to offer her some semblance of comfort amidst the turmoil.

But Lisa's response was resolved. "I don't care about them," she declared, her voice firm despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Just take me away from here."

As we retreated from the chaos of the party, my heart ached for the pain Lisa endured, both from her parents' rejection and now from Mingyu's hurtful words.

As I escort her to the car, we settle into my car, and I start driving away from the party. Lisa gazes out the window, her face etched with sadness, feeling the weight of the insults and disappointment from her parents. A grin plays on my lips as I decide to lift her spirits in my own way.

Lost in her melancholy, I gently place my hand on her thigh. Startled, she shifts her gaze towards me, her eyes meeting mine.

I respond with a mischievous smile before turning my attention back to the road and the intensity of the moment hanging between us.

As my hand ventures beneath her dress, I caress her smooth, bare thighs, feeling the heat emanating from her skin.

With a gentle slide, I move aside her thong, allowing my fingers to explore her most intimate places.

Lisa responds eagerly, parting her legs to grant me better access—a sight that brings a smile to my face.

While stealing glances at her, I notice her sitting beside me with her eyes closed, lost in the sensations my touch evokes.

Her surrender to the moment fuels my desire, and I feel a surge of arousal coursing through me.

Even as I focus on the road ahead, my fingers continue to stroke her wetness, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her lips.

With deliberate intent, I stimulate her clitoris, feeling her respond eagerly to my touch. Amidst the fervor of our connection

As her moans fuel my desire, I murmur softly, expressing my desire for her. "Lisa, forget everything else, and I am loyal, happy, and with you, I am loved."

Her response is a symphony of pleasure; her moans are driving me wild with desire. "Taehyung..." she breathes, her voice laden with longing.

Feeling emboldened by her passionate response, I jab my finger into her, eliciting another throaty moan as she utters my name in ecstasy.

As she glances outside to ensure our privacy, her sigh of relief mirrors my own as I notice the desolate road ahead, devoid of any other vehicles.

Inside the car, my fingers move with purpose, eliciting a symphony of pleasure from her as she draws closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With each rhythmic movement, her moans grow louder, filling the space between us.

As I press my thumb firmly against her clitoris and thrust my fingers deeper, targeting her G-spot, her response is immediate and intense.

Her nails dig into my hand as she screams in pure ecstasy, relinquishing all control to the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

In that moment, our connection transcends the confines of the car, as our bodies become vessels for the raw passion and desire we share.

With each thrust and caress, I delve deeper into the depths of intimacy, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and fulfillment.

Withdrawing my fingers, I switch to rubbing her wet core with vigor as she climaxes in the car seat.

The sensation of her pulsating around my fingers is electrifying, igniting a firestorm of desire within me. It's an intoxicating moment, and I revel in every sensation.

As she rides the waves of pleasure, I pull over in a secluded area, ensuring privacy for our intimate encounter.

With a quick message to my guard to return to the penthouse, I indulge in the taste of her essence, bringing my fingers to my lips with a wicked grin.

"You taste so delicious, love," I remark, savoring the aftermath of her overwhelming orgasm. As she catches her breath, her legs press together, still tingling from the lingering sensations between them.

"Open your mouth and taste yourself," I command, placing my thumb on her lips. Obediently, she takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking it seductively, and I watch her in amazement.

God, she's so alluring! The sight of her, lost in the moment, sends a surge of desire coursing through me, igniting a primal urge to possess her completely.

Suddenly, she straddles my lap, catching me off guard. I'm pleased that my plan to distract her worked so well.

Knowing she enjoys my dominant side, I decide to indulge her further. With a mischievous grin, I find another excuse to seduce her and keep her distracted.

As she leans in for a kiss, I seize her wrists behind her back with one hand and grab her hair with the other. With fervor, I devour her lips, releasing her hair only to remove my tie.

Using it as a makeshift restraint, I bind her hands behind her back, reveling in the thrill of our impromptu game of dominance and submission.

As we break the kiss, she attempts to move her hands and realizes that I've bound them with my tie. Lost in the moment, she hadn't even noticed when I tied them.

She gives me a surprised look, and I respond with a wicked smile.

"I'll give you ten spanks on your tits," I announce her punishment, pulling down the straps of her dress to expose her soft breasts, which strain against her black lingerie, yearning for release.

"You look so tempting, baby," I comment, hunger evident in my eyes as I admire her assets. Her cheeks flush crimson at my words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal evident in her expression.

As I lower her bra, her bare breasts come into view, and I'm captivated by their softness and the gentle bounce as I release them.

My fingers find her nipples, and I pinch them together, relishing the firmness beneath my touch. She responds with a loud moan of pleasurable pain as I continue to apply pressure.

Suddenly, I spank both of her breasts together, eliciting another moan and causing them to jiggle enticingly. With each spank, I increase the intensity, and she closes her eyes, arching her back in response to the sweet torment.

Then, I deliver two light spanks to one of her breasts, and she pants with pleasure, her arousal evident in every breath she takes.

"Just two more left, Lisa," I reassure her, tenderly caressing her soft assets to ease the pain.

With careful precision, I deliver the remaining two spanks, one on each breast. The sound reverberates through the car, and the sensation of her supple skin beneath my palm sends shivers down my spine.

"Taehyung..." she moans, her breath coming in short gasps as she leans against me, seeking comfort. I feel the warmth of her body against mine, her soft hair brushing against my face.

After releasing her hands, I gently brushed her hair away from her face, revealing her angelic features. With her head still resting on my shoulder, I press a tender kiss to her forehead, silently reassuring her of my love and care.

"Do you realize what you've done to me, love?" I ask softly, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze.

"What?" She responds, her curiosity evident in her expression.

"This." I press my arousal against her cheek, causing her to bite her lip in response to the sensation.

"Move to the backseat of the car," I command, squeezing her soft breasts possessively. My obsession with them is undeniable.

She obeys without hesitation, and I follow suit, settling beside her in the backseat.

"Lie face down and pleasure me," I instruct sternly, and she immediately complies, positioning herself with her face in my lap.

After undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants, she pulls down my underwear, revealing my erect member. A blush spreads across her cheeks as she gazes at it.

"Suck it, doll," I command.

Without hesitation, she takes me into her mouth, and I groan with pleasure as I feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding me. I grip her hair firmly, lost in the sensations as she continues to pleasure me.

"Raise your hips," I instruct, and she complies, positioning herself on her knees before moving her head back and forth, driving me wild with her skilled movements.

I fondle and smack her buttocks, enjoying the intense pleasure she's providing. She moans in response as I tease her wetness with my fingers, eliciting more excitement from her.

As she speeds up her sucking, matching my fervor in rubbing her clitoris, I groan in delight. But then I command her to stop, and she pulls away, her brown eyes filled with desire.

Guiding her to straddle me, I can feel the wetness between her legs, confirming her desire for me. It's clear that she wants me as much as I want her.

As I tease her by rubbing myself against her, fondling her thighs, she eagerly responds, moving along with me.

Eventually, I make her sit as I lick her pussy until she climaxes in my mouth. With her moans echoing in the car, I swiftly jab my two fingers into her wet entrance, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

She jolts as I immediately withdraw my fingers and give her a light spank, adding to her excitement. "Now, dress up properly. We're going back home," I command, smacking her butt lightly. She complies, rising from my lap and sitting beside me.

"Thank you for loving me," she says, pressing her lips on my cheek and resting her head on my shoulder. A smile spreads across my face as I realize the depth of our connection.

Feeling a surge of tenderness towards her, I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer. "You're welcome, Lisa," I reply softly, my voice filled with genuine affection.

She looks up at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—gratitude, love, and vulnerability. "Taehyung, I... I never thought I could feel this way," she admits, her voice trembling slightly.

I stroked her hair gently, soothing her. "I know, my love. But you've opened yourself up to me, and I'm grateful for that," I reassure her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

We both dressed and then settled into the front seat, ready to drive back to the penthouse. In just two days, I would marry Lisa. As we arrived at the penthouse, the guard opened the door for us, and we entered.

As we made our way to our room, the soft glow of the lights enveloped us, casting a warm ambiance that felt intimate and inviting.

Lisa's fingers brushed against the fabric of my coat, helping me remove it with a gentle touch that sent a shiver of warmth down my spine.

"It's time to start the preparations for our wedding," I declared, a sense of determination coursing through me. "I'll marry you in two days; that's final. I want the entire city to witness it, to know that I am marrying the love of my life."

Her eyes widened in surprise, sparkling with a mix of joy and disbelief. "But Taehyung, in two days? How is that possible?"

I chuckled softly, reassured by the conviction in my voice. "Don't worry; it will be done. And also, Lisa, we need to move forward."

Nodding, she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. I could feel the warmth radiating from her, a soothing balm against the tumult of emotions we both carried. "I will be happy to be your wife. I love you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," I murmured back, holding her close, savoring the moment that felt like a promise of our future.

After a brief pause, I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Now, go and take a bath and change, okay?"

Lisa tilted her head, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Aren't you going to come with me for a bath, love?"

I smirked, an impish grin spreading across my face. "If I come, then maybe it will turn into a long session, and I've already worn you out. I don't want to exhaust you more."

Her laughter tinkled like music in the air, brightening the space around us. "Oh, come on, Taehyung! Just a little while? We can just enjoy the moment together."

I shook my head, feigning reluctance, even as the thought of joining her sent a thrill through me. "As tempting as that sounds, I think it's best if you take some time for yourself. We'll have plenty of time together once you become my wife."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but I could see the affection in her gaze. "Fine, but you better not take too long to come and join me later; we should have a bath together, ok?"

"I promise, I will come," I said, watching as she turned to head toward the bathroom. The sight of her, filled with excitement and anticipation for our future, made my heart swell.

With every step she took, I was reminded of the commitment I was making—not just to a wedding, but to a life filled with love, laughter, and countless shared moments.

I leaned back against the wall, a satisfied smile on my face. This was just the beginning of our beautiful journey together, and I was ready to embrace every moment.

She nodded and walked away into the bathroom, giving me a moment to quickly pull out my phone and dial Lisa's father's number.

I strolled to the poolside, waiting anxiously until he finally answered the call with a gruff "Hello." Taking a deep breath, I spoke, "Mr. Dong, please just listen to me for a moment. It's Taehyung; don't end the call now."

He responded sharply, "What do you want, Mr. Kim? You have ruined our lives. What you want now."

I persisted, "For Lisa, not for me. Her happiness is important to me, Mr. Dong. I will marry your daughter within two days, and I'll send you an invitation. I can't bear to see her sad, not for me but for her happiness. Just think about this. Please come to our marriage and give Lisa your blessing. I love her, and I want her to be happy. She will start her life with me, and I know you don't want to accept this reality. I know what your condition is, but think calmly that it is for her."

Mr. Dong remained silent for a moment, processing my words. Eventually, he spoke, his voice softened with a hint of skepticism: "I'll consider your proposal, Mr. Kim, but this time what it is, I can't imagine this all."

"I understand, Mr. Dong," I replied earnestly. "I'll do whatever it takes to make Lisa happy and to earn your trust."

With that, we ended the call, and I leaned against the poolside railing, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension.

This was just the beginning of my efforts to mend the rift between Lisa's family and me, but I was determined to make things right for her sake.

As I walked over to the vanity, picking up my wallet and iPhone, I glanced towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and inside, I saw Lisa soaking in the spa bathtub, her eyes closed, a serene smile on her face as she relaxed in the warm water.

The sight of her, completely at ease, stirred something deep within me, and I felt a sudden, undeniable pull to join her.

Without another moment's hesitation, I shed my shirt, pants, and underwear, folding them and placing them neatly on the railing.

Quietly, I stepped into the warm water, letting the heat seep into my muscles as I settled beside her.

Her eyes fluttered open, a smile spreading across her lips when she saw me. "Finally, you came," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with warmth.

I leaned forward, closing the distance between us, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

Her arms wrapped around me, drawing me closer, and we stayed like that, locked in each other's embrace, letting the warmth of the water surround us as we shared our quiet, intimate moment.

As we continued our bath together, I gently traced circles along her back, feeling her relax even further.

There was no need for words; the silence between us was filled with a comfort that only grew deeper, a quiet promise of everything we'd yet to experience together.

Settling into the warm water beside her, I reached out and gently began to knead the tension from her shoulders, working my fingers into the delicate muscles along her neck and down to her back.

Lisa sighed softly, leaning into my touch, her body surrendering to the soothing rhythm of my hands.

I let my hands wander, massaging her arms, shoulders, and back, working out every last bit of stress.

Her skin was soft and warm beneath my fingertips, and the scent of lavender from the bath salts filled the air, creating an atmosphere of calm that felt almost dreamlike.

Turning toward me with a gentle smile, Lisa dipped her hands into the water, cupping it in her palms before letting it flow down my arms.

Slowly, she began to return the gesture, her hands washing over my shoulders, tracing gentle patterns down my chest.

Her touch was delicate yet filled with purpose, and I found myself relaxing, lulled by her care and the intimacy of the moment.

We washed each other, taking our time as we shared this unhurried, tender connection. I watched as she ran her hands down my arms, carefully rinsing away the suds, her gaze intent, a quiet smile on her face.

I gently lathered her shoulders, tracing a path down her back, washing away the day's weariness in a way that felt as close as breathing.

With every touch, every tender moment, I felt the space between us grow smaller, our hearts beating in rhythm, our breaths syncing as if in silent agreement.

We held each other, exchanged soft whispers, and shared smiles, each action a quiet vow for the life we were building together.