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--3rd Person--
All she could see were those eerily beautiful chocolate-brown eyes looking back at her. Even though she’d only met them that morning, and besides the fact that they regarded her coolly as a result, she couldn’t help but let herself be lured deep into them. Melting in front of the man himself, as if he’d cast a spell on her and bent her to his will upon a simple glance.
She could only let a small sigh of acceptance fall from her parted lips. It was nothing but an inevitability at this point.
Here he is…my husband.
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The days leading up to that point had been excruciating for (Y/n) (L/n), but for some reason knowing that her entire life had just been signed away to some stranger didn’t shock her as much as she thought it would. It would have, and definitely should have, but the young woman always knew in the back of her careful mind that the day would soon dawn.
“Dear, your father and I told you a while ago about our company connections with the Kims, right?”
(Y/n) blinked the crusty sleep from her eyes as her mother’s words rang sharply through the quiet living room. She sat further back into the plush couch and brought her legs up underneath her, eyeing the way her parents exchanged wary looks.
“Mum, Dad… Please don’t beat around the bush. Yeah, everyone knows about the Kim family because of how filthy rich they are, and even though you guys barely talk about them I do know that our company is connected to theirs somehow. It only serves to explain why Dad’s so successful half the time.”
Her groggy voice held no malignant tone because it pretty much felt like reciting a memorized speech at this point. If her parents were insulted by her brutally honest commentary, they showed absolutely no sign of it.
“Yes, I firmly believed you would’ve kept up with at least some of our more important professional relations. Sorry to get you up early, but there’s something we need to tell you before we leave for our business trip,” Her father continued after clearing his throat. (Y/n) quirked an eyebrow in confusion, because it wasn’t normal for her parents to act so interested in her.
They’ve never really paid mind to my opinions.
Well it sounded bad no matter how you put it, but that was truly what it was like. Working for a big corporation and having to run many aspects of a widespread company meant that her busy parents didn’t have as much time for their daughter. Growing up, she learnt how to take care of herself and didn’t mind developing that sense of independence many of her high school friends lacked. Her bond with her parents was built on a foundation of mutual respect and trust, so when people asked her about growing up neglected, she directly shut down the idea.
In her mind, being brought up by parents who treated you as an adult early on was the best way to get a head-start in life.
“I don’t know if I should be concerned,” The sleepy girl grunted and fiddled with the pyjama shirt she still wore.
“Well, that’s for you to decide now. It’s about the marriage thing we discussed a few years back. Do you remember?” Her father asked bluntly, straight to the point and not sugar-coating a single thing along the way.
“Oh, yes,” (Y/n) hummed after letting out a small ‘ah’ of recognition.
“Where you guys agreed to marry me off to their son?”
The son no one really knows about, to be honest.
“Don’t put it like that,” Her mother started sternly, “It was an agreement with the Kims that we made long before you were of age. It’s only right, considering both of our families and their lineages.”
(Y/n) still didn’t let any emotions bleed into her tone or expression. She wasn’t shocked, upset or disgusted by what was going on, because she knew that this day would come around and rear its ugly head eventually. It was one of the many perks of being born into a family such as hers; having your partner decided for you so that you could keep the bloodlines within a ‘respectable’ standard. God forbid you actually fall in love, or something.
It was an outdated tradition, but it still existed. She knew this, even if it had in fact been swept under the rug and forgotten for most of her teenage years.
“The ceremony is happening after we get home. The staff already know what’s going on and preparations are already underway. We’ve left you some files to read up on about the Kims and Seokjin himself, if you’re curious.”
So this is why I got my measurements taken the other night. Sneaky maids.
(Y/n) heard the sound of the front door clicking shut echo through the whole house as her parents finally left. She just really didn’t know how to feel about it all, or how to feel about her future husband. She already had this voice nagging in the back of her mind telling her about how awkward the whole relationship was going to be. Two strangers thrust into marriage, only having uttered maybe a simple ‘hello’ to one another prior.
More likely than not, he was going to be some pompous ass who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, a spoilt brat, and she honestly didn’t know how she was going to put up with a constant irritation after living such a supposedly quiet life. The cold truth was she wouldn’t be able to, and that would only lead to constant fighting and unnecessary tension. Were there any positives to think about here, actually?
(Y/n) shook her head and groaned in frustration, not caring about the noise level since there would be no staff milling around the house for a few hours yet.
What did they even say his name was? Sock…something? They’re Korean, aren’t they?
She gave up on trying to eat an early breakfast and decided to find the so-called files her parents had left for her to browse. She needed to know a name and age at the very least.
Shuddering at the thought of marrying someone twice her age, the young woman slipped into the study room and found what she was looking for almost immediately. There were multiple files on the Kim family in general, but there was only one that held her focus.
Seokjin. Seokjin Kim, or I guess the other way around in, uh, Korea.
There wasn’t even a photo to help douse her curiosity regarding the looks department, but she breathed a sigh of relief after reading that he was in his early twenties like her. No need to worry about perverted old men or baby-faced teens fresh out of high school. Nope, she could cross a few major concerns off the list already. What a plus.
There wasn’t too much to read about on his file at all, but she didn’t mind. When she thought about it, she was going to have a long, long time to get to know this dude whether she wanted to or not. Why not keep an element of mystery while you can?
She could already tell she’d bypassed the heavy stages of grief. Only settling deep into acceptance after already having years to move on from any other feeling. This was it.
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A week or two later was when she found herself standing across from him at the altar. Him and his cursed eyes. Cursed, because of how they were so beautiful yet so chilling at the same time. How they looked like they could see so much of a person’s soul with one fleeting look. She didn’t know if she liked it or not, but he had an effect on her regardless.
The minister’s words faded into the background as she observed the tall, silent man in front of her.
Yep, this is Kim Seokjin, and now I belong to him.