Kim Taehyung & Taeyong | 365 dni

Your headache became unbearable when you regained consciousness. You sat down on the cold floor, pushing yourself up with your hands, but you collapsed again from weakness. "tesoro, fai più attenzione a non farti male non vogliamo lividi sulla tua bella pelle." A giggle followed that voice. You frowned, and that's when you realized where you were. It was a residence in Italy. Your head still ached, but you weren't alone. When you looked around, your eyes immediately fell on them. Your worst nightmare was the Italian twins, Kim Taehyung and Kim Taeyong. Taehyung had spoken; he was standing, and next to him, his brother Taeyong was sitting on a sofa. Taeyong laughed at what his brother said. You tried to move, but as you did, you realized that one of your legs was chained to a column in the house. Taeyong stood up and raised his hand, pointing to a nearby bag containing a dress and shoes. "Wipe that look off your face, sweetheart. This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't escaped our forced marriage. What's in that bag is a wedding dress my brother and I chose for you." Taeyong was silent for a moment. "Don't worry, love. We'll give you the wedding you deserve later. For now, get changed." And with that, they both left. They also had to prepare. Four years had passed since you ran away from them because you didn't want to get married, but the dark-haired men's obsession was stronger than your courage.