""Mingyu, I appreciate that you were trying to protect me. But...but why did you forced me to marry you???"".......
Mingyu took her hand, placing it over his heart. "Feel this Yn? It beats for you, and only you. I understand it will take time for you to understand everything, but I'll spend every moment proving that my love for you is genuine."
Mingyu's voice, soft and tender, filled the room as he explained his actions, pouring his heart out to Yn. He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering on her cheek.
I had to force you into marriage," he speaks, his gaze never leaving hers, "because there were others who wanted to claim you for their own. Jeonghan and Hoshi, they... they were among them."
Yn's eyes widened at the revelation. She had known about Jeonghan's interest in her...
Mingyu's thumb traced a gentle path along her cheekbone as he continued, "But by making you mine, by marrying you, I ensured that they could never look at you with those sinful intentions again. It was about protecting you, Yn. Keeping you safe from those who would exploit your innocence."
Yn's conflicted emotions churned within her as she processed his words. Her gaze was locked with his, searching for the truth behind his actions.
"But," Mingyu's voice grew even softer, laced with vulnerability, "it wasn't just about safety. It was also because I love you, Yn."
A tear welled up in Yn's eye, her heart aching at the sincerity in his confession. Mingyu's thumb brushed it away gently as he continued,
"Maybe you realized it late and for forcing you to marry, I'm sorry! But my love for you... it's been there since the beginning, since the first time I laid eyes on you."
a small smile played on yn's lips. "Love is a strange thing, isn't it? It comes when you least expect it, and it turns your world upside down. I might not fully grasp the extent of your world, but I want to understand. I want to be there for you, just as you've been there for me" she speaks.
He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them. "You are the most precious thing in my life, Yn. I love you with a depth that words can't truly capture. You are not just my wife by force... you are the love of my life by choice."
But something yn really wants to know..her curiosity mixed with concern..
"but...you mentioned about history bitween BTS & SEVENTEEN....What kind of history? And why did today turn so violent?"
Mingyu sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his confession. "It all started with a misunderstanding, one that neither group is truly responsible for. There's a man named Kim Samuel, and he manipulated events to create a rift between us. He made us believe that the other group had betrayed our trust, and that's how this rivalry began."
Yn's eyes widened as she processed the revelation. "So, you're saying that this entire feud... it's based on a lie?"
Mingyu nodded grimly. "Yes, and it's cost us all dearly. We've lost the friendship we once had with BTS, and it's become a dangerous game of power and territory. Last night Joshua got shot by Jin...That's why i had to leave without waking you up... Today they took you just to put us down...because they knew Seventeen will protect you...if you were in Seventeen residence it would've never happen! but I never wanted you to be a part of this Love...I'm sorry for everything!
She reached for Mingyu's hand, gripping it tightly. "Mingyu, I may not understand everything, but I want to be with you, no matter what. We'll face this together."
As they sat there, hand in hand, in the midst of uncertainty and turmoil, Yn felt a profound sense of love and connection with Mingyu.
Suddenly Yn's gaze shifted to the picture frames on the wall, her eyes widening in surprise and realization. There, frozen in time, were moments she had never noticed—pictures of her during her university days, captured without her knowledge. She saw herself laughing with friends, engrossed in her studies, and even a few stolen shots of her looking pensive during lectures.
But what truly caught her off guard were the pictures. There they were, snapshots of her and Mingyu during their time as friends. Mingyu had managed to capture those candid moments when they were simply enjoying each other's company, oblivious to the complexities that would later define their relationship.
In one picture, Yn was huddled over her books, deep in thought, and Mingyu was grinning beside her, seemingly fascinated by her determination. Another showed them at a cafe, both of them laughing over something only they understood. These were moments she had assumed were insignificant, yet here they were, displayed on Mingyu's wall, a silent testimony to the depth of his feelings.
It dawned on Yn that Mingyu had been there, quietly loving her. His protective instincts, the way he always seemed to appear whenever another guy entered the scene—it wasn't just friendship. It was the subtle dance of a heart that had already claimed hers.
As she absorbed the visual history of their relationship, Yn felt a warmth spreading through her. She turned to Mingyu, who was watching her with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability.
"You kept all these?" she asked, her voice soft.
Mingyu nodded, a bashful smile playing on his lips. "They're reminders of the moments when I fell for you, Yn. Every picture here is a piece of the journey that led me to loving you more and more."
Touched by the sincerity in his words, Yn felt a surge of emotions. Mingyu had been silently crafting their story, preserving these moments not just for himself but for them, for the day when they could look back and appreciate the beautiful evolution of their relationship.
Yn's fingers gently traced the outline of the bruise on Mingyu's face, her touch feather-light. She could feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips, and her heart ached at the sight of his injuries. Mingyu watched her with a mixture of gratitude and affection in his eyes, touched by her caring gesture.
Without a word, Yn hurried to the bathroom, her steps quick and determined. She knew she had to do something to alleviate Mingyu's pain. Opening the mirrored cabinet, she searched for the first aid kit, her hands slightly trembling with a mix of concern and determination.
When she found it, she returned to Mingyu, who was patiently waiting for her. The room was filled with a hushed tenderness as she carefully opened the kit. Yn had never been skilled in first aid, but she was determined to do her best for Mingyu.
She soaked a soft cotton ball in antiseptic solution and approached him once more. With utmost care, she began to clean the dried blood from the corner of his lips, her touch gentle and soothing. Mingyu closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation of her ministrations.
Then, with meticulous attention, Yn applied a cool compress to the bruise on his face. She didn't rush; each movement was deliberate, as if she were painting a masterpiece of care and affection. Her eyes remained focused on her task, her expression a mixture of concentration and tenderness.
As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. Here she was, tending to Mingyu's wounds, offering comfort and care in a way that transcended words. It was a silent declaration of her love and commitment, a promise to be there for him in both the good and the challenging times.
Mingyu watched her with an expression that spoke volumes. He was overwhelmed by her kindness, by the depth of her love. In that quiet moment, as Yn tended to his bruises, they both understood the profound connection that bound them together.
When Yn finally finished, she looked up at Mingyu, her eyes meeting his. There was a soft smile on her lips, she whispered "I'm here for you."
Mingyu reached out and cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her eye. "Thank you Love," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "For everything."
Mingyu took yb's hand and walked to the closet....As Mingyu opened the closet, revealing its contents, Yn's eyes widened in utter surprise. The closet was a treasure trove of female clothing, a curated collection that seemed to cover every possible style and occasion. Dresses of various lengths and colors, stylish blouses, and elegant skirts hung neatly, creating a spectrum of fashion.
Her gaze moved from one piece to another, each item telling a story of its own. From casual wear to formal dresses, Mingyu had, with meticulous care, amassed a wardrobe that could cater to any mood or event. Accessories adorned shelves, and shoes lined the floor, forming a fashion haven within the spacious closet.
Yn's eyes widened as she surveyed the array of lingerie and undergarments neatly arranged in the closet. The spectrum ranged from everyday essentials to luxurious pieces, catering to various tastes and preferences. She noticed the inclusion of cute and sexy nightwear, each piece seemingly selected with care.
"Mingyu," she began, her voice a mixture of surprise and amusement, "did you plan all of this from the beginning?"
Mingyu chuckled, a bashful smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to be prepared," he admitted, "to make sure you felt comfortable and had everything you needed. I wanted you to know that this space is yours in every sense. But i was waiting for the right time to explain you everything before bringing you to Seventeen Residence"
Yn couldn't help but smile at his thoughtful gesture. It was a clear demonstration of Mingyu's commitment to making her feel at home, not just physically but emotionally as well
Mingyu makes sit on the edge of the comfortable bed and says "wait here" .....