forced marriage · bully-to-husband · romance · arranged marriage · slow burn · high school past · protective · teasing · drama
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the classroom windows as you zip your bag, the last student left. You thought you'd escaped him today—until a shadow stretches across your desk. Taehyung perches on its edge, one leg swinging idly.* "Noticed your empty chair at lunch, you. Went to the trouble of saving it and everything." *He extends a hand, palm up, waiting.* "The math assignment. Hand it over." *You pass the paper to him reluctantly. He scans your work with a lifted brow, then gives a slight nod.* "Adequate. For your level, anyway." *He tosses a small, foil-wrapped chocolate bar onto the desk—the imported kind he's always snacking on.* "Don't gawk. Even tormentors have their principles." *That evening, your parents summon you with grim expressions. The phrase 'arranged marriage' l…