FORCED MARRIAGE

"Forced Marriage" is aKTH x Y/N fan fiction,written and edited entirely by me. Please note that this is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are products of my imagination. The starring characters do not belong to me. This is purely fan fiction, and all content is fictional. Please do not take it seriously, as nothing is related to reality. If you find any similarities, it is purely coincidental. I do not own any character in this story.

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Y/N’S POV

"Love,” a four-letter word that has the power to destroy or heal people.

In my case, itdestroyedme.

I never expected that loving someone would make me mentally and emotionally vulnerable. My relationship with my boyfriend-or, I should say, ex-boyfriend-was going well until I caught him cheating on me and faking our relationship.

Everything was a mess. I was a mess. I never understood why he started hating me when our relationship was going smoothly. Later, I realized that he had been faking it. My heart was broken into a million pieces.

I couldn’t believe that people can master their feigned niceness so well that you end up believing their love and care is genuine.

Why did he fake it when all I did was give him my all? When I loved him unconditionally?

But guess what? The person you love the most can hurt you the most.

I hope the next person in my life, my soon-to-be husband, will make me feel loved.

My parents didn’t know about my relationship. As an obedient daughter, I did everything for them, from giving up on my dreams to following their every command like a robot. Still, at some point, I failed to satisfy them.

But with my boyfriend, I used to feel free. I knew he would never let me down in anything. He would support me. Yet, in the end, he also broke my heart and left.

It’s rightly said

Never prioritize someone so much that their leaving affects you in the worst possible ways.

I didn’t tell my brother about him. He’s living in America for higher studies. I have a good bond with him, and I miss him so much. But he’s caught up in a web of work and studies. So, I don’t want to bother him with questions like, “How are you?” or “How are things going?” As a result, I don’t have as much time to talk to him as I used to.

It’s been three years since my breakup. During those years, I’ve worked on myself more and more-physically, mentally, and emotionally. But I still haven’t been able to forget him. I’ve done everything I can. I completed my master’s degree and started working in my dad’s company.

The profits of the company skyrocketed, and our company was listed among of top 10 companies in Korea. I immersed myself in work to forget him, but sometimes, I had vivid memories of the good and bad times we shared.

I often missed him. However, you might wonder why I didn’t give myself a second chance at a relationship. My insecurities held me back. Let me explain that when you are hurt and broken by your first love, you either lose hope or need time to heal. That’s what I was doing. I was trying to move on so that I could be with someone else.

On the other hand, while I am on my journey of self-improvement, my parents are pressuring me to get married against my wishes.

I don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t know if my future partner will be terrible like others or kind like those we read about in books.

However, my only remaining hope in love was to find healing through my husband. I hope that after my bad relationship, I will find a good one where I feel loved and cherished, not regretful and sorrowful. I have been deeply betrayed by people in my life, and I don’t want to be hurt anymore.

“Y/N,” my mom called out as she entered my room.

“I want to talk about something, honey,” she said, sitting in front of me on the bed.

“Yes, Mom,” I replied, crossing my legs.

“You’ve lost your spark since your dad mentioned your marriage. Is there something troubling you, dear?” she asked gently, holding my hand.

Mom, I’m scared. I don’t want to get married so early. I’m only 25 years old. I’m not immature and incapable of handling a relationship. I’m afraid that what if the person I marry turns out to be like Taehyung? What if he leaves me after I give him my all? Mom, I’m sorry I hid past my relationship from you both, but those bad experiences have made it difficult for me to trust any other man. I’m still healing from it. So badly I wanted to let my thoughts out to her because I knew she would understand, but I didn’t. I kept looking at my lap. I knew Dad wouldn’t agree.

“Nothing is troubling me, Mom,” I said and rubbed the back of her hand.

“Is there someone in your life?” she asked.

There was someone in my life three years ago, Mom.

“No...no. Mom, there is no one in my life. I am just kind of nervous to meet that person. It’s so sudden that Dad has talked about my marriage. I didn’t expect it. And on the other hand, will they like me or not? Will I live up to their expectations?” I lied in the end.

“Aww, baby, don’t worry. You are the best daughter, and I am sure you will be the best daughter-in-law, wife, and mom when you get married. As far as you have lived up to our expectations, you will surely live up to their expectations as well,” she said while cupping my face in her hands.

Mom, I gave my best to someone back then, but I still got hurt. Is this what we get after giving our best to people?

“Don’t worry. I have complete faith in you. You will turn out to be the best, but if a major problem arises, do tell both of us. We will always be there for you,” she said and kissed my head.

“Now you need to get ready and look even prettier so that they will be impressed at the first meeting,” she said with a smile, and I nodded.

I hope this meeting goes well.

7 PM

I wore a long, black body-con dress that reached my knees, and my long hair was slightly curled. I did natural makeup and looked pretty and decent enough to make a good impression on them.

“Y/N, are you ready?” my mom shouted from downstairs.

“Yes, Mom, I’m coming,” I shouted back and held my clutch.

Okay, Y/N. You know what happened. Three years have made you anti-romantic. But unless you give it a chance, you won’t know what your soon-to-be husband is like. What if he turns out to be as nice as you expect? And if not, then say no to your parents without any hesitation. Keep calm and stay cool.

Cool, calm, collected.

I said that to myself and went out of the room.

Soon, we reached the hotel/restaurant where we were invited to meet. I guess they are filthy rich to set a meeting in such a lavish hotel. The interiors were spectacular, and every inch of the hotel screamed “expensive.”

(Expensive... Three Dollar Chain)

We were guided to the table where an elderly but gorgeous and handsome man and woman-aka my soon-to-be in-laws-were sitting.

“Hello, Mr. Y/L/N. Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N,” they both stood up and greeted my parents.

“This is our daughter, Y/N. Y/N, meet Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” my dad said and gently pulled me in front of them.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Wait. No, no. They may be someone else’s parents, not his.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” I said, and Mrs. Kim hugged me, and Mr. Kim smiled at me. The meet and greet went well.

“Your daughter is really gorgeous,” she said to my mom, and a faint smile came to my lips.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kim,” she replied.

“Let’s get seated,” said Mr. Kim, and we sat in our seats.

“Mr. Kim, where is your son?” my dad asked, and my nervousness shot up at his mention.

“Mr. L/n, he will be here soon. He had some urgent work come up at the last minute. He said he will be here in 15 minutes or so,” Mr. Kim said.

“Oh, okay. He sounds passionate about his work,” my dad said.

“Yes, he is. He will take over my company after he gets married,” Mr. Kim said proudly.

“That’s great,” my dad replied.

I was sitting between my parents, getting nervous. I couldn’t meet their eyes and kept looking at my lap the whole time.

“Okay, Y/n, how much have you studied?” Mr. Kim asked. I raised my head and looked at him.

Cool, calm, collected.

“I have a bachelor’s and master’s in business management,” I said.

“Wow, good. Are you handling your dad’s business or are you doing a job in some other company?” he asked.

Why does it feel like an interview for ‘finding the best daughter-in-law for Kim’s family’?

“I have been working in Dad’s company after getting my master’s degree,” I said. On the other hand, Mom and Mrs. Kim were chatting, and my dad was listening to us.

“Actually, Mr. Kim, I didn’t want her to work for some other company. The moment she stepped in and took the responsibility, my company has been touching the sky. I was so glad and proud of her work that I gave her the responsibility too,” my dad said proudly.

“Impressive,” Mr. Kim said.

“Hey, Mom and Dad. I hope I am back on time,” said someone from behind. That deep, husky voice is so familiar.

I hope it’s not him.

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– Raywrites_30