She is the younger sister of his fiancée. She has always loved this man.
Jisoo is forced to step in for her sister when she fails to appear on her wedding day, but being married to KIM TAEHYUNG is an absolute nightmare.
She has always adored the m...
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Taehyung tightens his grip on my hand as our limousine approaches the theater that Irene's latest movie is being screened at.
I keep trying to remind myself that he has to make an appearance since he's the CEO of the production company behind this blockbuster movie, but I'm uneasy.
This is the first time all three of us will be present at such a public event, and it's the first event we're attending as a married couple. There's so much pressure, and so much could go wrong. So far, we've been safe from the media's attention in large part, but we can't escape them tonight.
We can't escape Irene.
"Sooya," Taehyung says as he raises my hand to his lips. "How do you feel?"
I turn to look at him and shake my head. "Nervous."
He nods in understanding and kisses the back of my hand. "You look stunning tonight," he murmurs as his eyes roam over the black evening gown I'm wearing. It's figure-hugging, with a deep V. It's eye-catching yet classy, and it is by far one of my favorite designs to date.
"Jisoo, it's going to be okay. I won't leave your side, and if it all becomes too much, we'll just go home."
I nod, trying my hardest to calm my nerves. I stopped attending these events with Irene years ago, but I still remember how they go. I remember all the photos Taehyung takes with the cast, with her.
I always hated how intimate they looked and how she'd lean into him, his hand wrapped tightly around her waist. He'd look at her like she was the only girl in the room, and she'd smile at him like the star she is. It hurt to see them together then, but it'll hurt even more now.
"We're here," he says, a sweet smile on his face. "I can't wait to show you off to the entire world, Mrs. Kim. I'm about to walk down the red carpet, my hand in yours, and there will be no doubt about who you are and what you mean to me, you hear me? There is only one Mrs. Kim, Jisoo, and it's you."
I nod at him, grateful for his attempts to take the edge off my nerves. I never even have to tell him about my insecurities. He realizes and takes them away before I even have a chance to voice them.
The bodyguard in the front seat looks back with an apologetic smile on his face. "I've just been informed to wait for a moment. Kwon Irene is about to make her entrance."
Taehyung chuckles darkly. "I don't wait for anyone but my wife," he says.
"Inform the organizers that we'll be making our entrance now." Then he looks at me and smirks. "Come on, let's go steal the show."
He steps out of the car without a second thought, and cameras start to flash, blinding me straight through the car's tinted windows. Taehyung walks around the car and opens my door for me, offering me his hand with a wicked smile on his face. I place my hand in his and smile up at him.
