#kpoc

You lost everything and although you moved into your own place and buried yourself in work, a few years went by and it started to get lonely. You didn’t do one night stands, there was no point in them anyway, you couldn’t see yourself sleeping with random people without any sort of emotional connection. The worst part of it all was the people you considered friends, knew about your boyfriend’s cheating and didn’t want to tell you. Some friends. Living in New York was the best thing and it was even better when you opened up a gallery for display ametuer artwork from across the city. You held painting classes for people who wanted to simply learn, or to discover new skills. 

When your phone pinged, notifying you of another email that said you were eligible as a wife for someone in South Korea, your eyes nearly popped out of your head. SOUTH KOREA?! You had went there once and even has someone asked you to paint a picture of a photo they took during the flower festival there. You didn’t speak Korean fluently, it was hard to learn and work at the same time, especially since your schedule was so hectic that you didn’t even have a day off unless it was an emergency. 

The flight from New York to South Korea was long and the shift in time zones was taking a toll on your body. You met with the lawyer at the building that was going over your marriage, you also explained the language barrier that was going to be difficult and they made sure to include that during the meeting. The meeting was different, you knew you were getting married but to Kim Taehyung of BTS? That was the real eye opener and the email made sense as to why it was so top secret and didn’t reveal much about him. When the lawyer explained why this was happening you were shocked but you had signed a contract, confirming that everything that was spoken of would be confidential and the consequences would result in you pracially losing everything. 

Sitting across from him, you dressed in black overalls, a dark brown turtleneck sweater underneath and your brown coat in the chair next to you. Your hair was currently in long two strand jumbo twists and you wore little to know makeup. It was cold in Korea so you did dress for the weather. Taehyung was dressed in a black sweater and baggy black sweatpants to match. His hair was a messy black color but you didn’t care. You two stared at each other the entire time, almost in a trance, lost in each others eyes. He was more gorgeous in person than on tv. 

He gave you a smirk and a wink and your cheeks were a pale shade of red against your caramel skin complexion. You couldn’t help but give a small smile back as the lawyers spoke amongst each other before turning to you two and finalizing everything. You signed papers as your lawyer spoke to Taehyung and his lawyer about the language barrier and about how you were still learning the language. He looked up after signing these papers and stared at you. “I will teach you Korean.” He nodded. You smiled, biting your lip and nodding.

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It didn’t take long for you to settle into the apartment provided for the both of you. There were two rooms, one bathroom, a big living room and kitchen as well. Your things were by the front door when you walked in, taking in the already furnished area while removing your shoes at the door. Taking off your coat, Taehyung came in behind you and took it from you, hanging it up. “Thank you.” you said in Korean and he smiled and removed his own shoes. You placed your keys and bag on one of the couches and sighed heavily, turning to him and glancing at the boxes. “Um, can you help me?” You asked. He nodded. “Yes, I’ll help.” He grabbed two big boxes and carried them into the main bedroom. You followed behind with one and together, you both began putting away most of your things, keeping a few things in the box to go out for trash. 

Taehyung noticed a few of your paintings and looked at you. “You painted these? These are amazing, we should hang them up.” He spoke so fast that you were trying to translate until you figured out what he was asking. “Yes, I painted. I’m a painter. Thank you.” Your Korean words were rusty but he chuckled at your struggling and carried the box of paintings into the living room and set them aside. He walked back into the room and sat on the bed, patting the seat next to you. This was going to be hard to communicate with him when you barely knew Korean. “Your Korean is good but I will make it better. Um, I will teach you and you teach me English. We can work together, okay?” His English was better than your Korean but you nodded. “Okay. I’ll try. I promise.” 

Over the next couple of hours it took to put everything into place, he taught you a few words that you had to write down as well as phrases as well. You told him about your art studio and gallery back in New York. He typed something into his phone after you told him you didn’t know you had to let go of the gallery and ship all of the paintings here but you knew you’d be getting an art studio in Seoul. You knew how to cook and he was excited for that. Coming from two different backgrounds, he was looking forward to trying new dishes that you cooked back home when you had some time to cook at all. He could see the sleepiness in your eyes and knew you were exhausted from the time zone change but also knew that you were fighting your sleep to get to know more about him aside from BTS.

The more Korean he taught you, the easier it was to talk to him. You learned fast and eventually you two held hands, it happened accidentally when you were trying to put one of the paintings on the wall and he was trying to steady your hand so you wouldn’t drop it since it was pretty large. You stood there after the painting was up, admiring it while he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. 

After cleaning up and him letting you take a shower first while he ordered take out, you changed into a silk pajama set and put your twists up in a bun at the top of your head and tied a scarf around the perimeter. You had to explain to him why your wrapped your hair up at night since you had natural hair and he understood, asking to touch your hair first before you gave him permission and he touched over the soft twists that laid on top of your head. 

Once the food got there, you ate in the living room on the floor, leaned against the couches. He told you that he’d take you horseback riding one day if you promised to let him see your studio once it was done being set up. You agreed to that, since riding a horse was something that you always wanted to do. You grabbed the takeout cartons and discarded them while he showered and sat on the couch to wait for him, still fighting your sleep now that it was 6pm. You blinked owlishly while waiting for him to get dressed in the room but your eyes wouldn’t stay open and eventually you fell asleep. 

He walked out, white shirt and boxers and noticed you sleeping. “Cute.” He whispered and softly caressed your cheek. Feeling his touch, you quickly opened your eyes and slowly looked up at him, grinning before slowly standing up and letting him drag you into the bedroom so you could lay down. Like him, you needed something to hug while sleeping so it was hard for you to go to sleep without something there and the pillow wasn’t helping. You grabbed your phone, letting your parents know about traveling and your safety since you messaged you a bunch of times. You sent them the pictures you took earlier of the apartment and they approved of it. 

You didn’t realize how long you were up until your clock on your phone read 9:45 and Taehyung came into the room with his phone in hand. “If I hug you while I’m asleep I apologize. It’s the only way I sleep.” You spoke to him. He smiled at how well your Korean was already and nodded. “Me too.” He replied in English before you both laid down. You stared at each other again, not saying a word, almost like you were studying each other’s features. Without speaking, you moved closer to him and he rested a hand lightly on your waist and pulled you closer until you were right under his chin and keeping your around him. 

Tucking your head under his chin, he buried his nose in your hair and sighed at the floral scent coming from your hair. He was hesitant at first but eventually he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. You two were married now after all, so small doses of affection were okay right? Feeling his lips on your forehead made you glance up at him while he looked down at him. His eyes widened, forgetting to ask if you were okay with that. You placed a hand on his cheek and giggled. “Don’t worry, it’s okay.” You whispered. 

You didn’t realize how much you needed this until now, how much you missed being held and the small things that came with it. “Y/N…” He mumbled and you looked at him again, raising your eyebrows. You could feel his heart beating so you could tell he was nervous about whatever it was he wanted to ask you. “Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, moving his eyes to look at something else besides your eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you were kissed properly. None of your dates ever kissed you since you didn’t want it to go that far but with Taehyung, you didn’t even hesitate. Pulling his face down to yours slowly, you pressed your lips against his, instantly melting like butter in his arms when he kissed back and you could feel how soft his lips were. Your lips moved as if you two have been kissing each other for a long time, like you knew how the other one operated. 

His hand that was resting on your waist, tightened, pulling you closer until you let your leg rest on his hip. His tongue slowly licked at your lips for entrance and you parted them, your tongues dancing together inside each others mouths. You couldn’t help the little moan that came out of you, he chuckled against your lips when he heard it. Slowly pulling away, you pecked his lips every now and then before he pressed his forehead against yours. You didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating until it was practically pounding inside of your chest. Opening your eyes, he relaxed his hand on your waist. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead again, pulling you back into your position with your head under his chin before closing his eyes.

All you could think about was that kiss, his dominance and the way he tasted. It was all your dreamed about that night, hugging him in your sleep while he did the same thing. The blankets were a mess the next morning. He woke up before you and stared at your for a moment while you slept before quietly and gently moving out of your arms to go and brush his teeth and put on some coffee. He walked back into the room to see you still asleep and kissed your forehead multiple times. “Y/N, time to wake up.” He rubbed your back until you stirred and rubbed your eyes. Your cheeks and eyes puffy from sleeping so long since it was after 10 am. Sitting up, you stretched and looked around before looking at Tae. 

Y/N was a model for numerous magazines, due to her being Korean and African American, a lot of companies loved her look and how soft her facial expressions were, they just had to have her. 

Hearing the door open, her eyes panned over to where Seokjin walked in first, wearing a simple pink dress shirt and black slacks, with shoes to match. His black hair was slightly slicked back and he kept a straight face as he watched Y/N while making his way to his seat. His lawyer right behind him, they both took a seat after everyone stood up and bowed to each other. With her legs crossed under the table, Y/N’s lawyer handed her a pen while Mr. Bang spoke amongst the lawyers. She kept her eyes on Seokjin while he stared back at her, he was definitely nervous and scared at that. Who wouldn’t be right?

 Y/N came from a wealthy family, a bit of a princess complex but with a few things she loved to do. She was in pageants and was even prom queen in high school. The only thing she lacked in the most was finding a husband, especially with being 27. Her mother always asked when she would find a husband and Y/N’s reply was always. “He needs to find me.” Her mother had gotten wind about BTS and their arrangement through a friend of the company and quickly signed her up under Seokjin’s name. It was between her and 4 other women and since her status was higher than the others, she made the cut. 

“Y/N, Seokjin, please sign on the lines at the bottom. Y/N, you will now sign with Kim Y/N under your original signature.” Mr. Bang spoke, sliding the paper to your lawyer for her to read over it before letting you sign it. “I’d also like to make a suggestion about something as well. This prenup agreement, that just won’t do. I think that decision should be left up to them to decide as adults. Since they aren’t to file for divorce for the first five years, in that five years something could change and I believe that option should be open just in case he slips up.” She spoke with confidence in her voice. Seokjin’s lawyer pressed his lips together in a line before closing his eyes and nodding. “I agree to that.” He replied quietly. Mr. Bang nodded and removed the extra paperwork while you two signed various forms about commitment and such. 

You remember when you were a child, wanting to find the perfect rich husband, he had to be tall, the best looking and most of all extremely kind to you. There were so many dates you go on as you got older and your vision started to change from wanting everything you dreamed of in a man to not caring at all. As long as he was successful and showered you with gifts was all that mattered to you, because that was all that was important in the end right? Especially for your lifestyle, he had to keep up. You weren’t getting any younger and it was almost the end of the road for you in the dating world, so you got the next best thing. An arranged marriage with an Idol and not just any. You got Kim Seokjin. 

After signing the last of the documents, you placed the pen down and stood up with your lawyer, everyone else doing the same. The lawyers shook hands, saying how they’ll be in touch and you straightened out your dress before grabbing your bag and looking at your now future husband across the table. “Y/N, your things are already moved into the apartment we have for the two fo you.” You blinked a few times before clearing your throat. “A-Apartment?” You repeated, not knowing if you heard right. Were they insane? How was your wardrobe going to fit in the closet of an...apartment. Laughing lightly, you shook your head. “No, no. I’ll have a realtor look for a decent home, not too far from this building. I’m not living in an apartment.” Y/N took out her phone and sent a quick text before moving her dark brown eyes towards Jin with a small smile. “If we’re married, which we are now, we’re not living in an apartment. A house is much better, and much bigger.” 

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It only took a few hours to find a house that was suitable for the both of you, it was simple but elegant enough. Only 20 minutes away from the Big Hit building. A dusty rose colored house with a paved driveway, a big front and back yard, 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The inside was a light tan color, with plus carpeting. The kitchen was big enough since you knew that Seokjin was a cook, thank goodness for that because you were not one to cook anything. It had an island as well and there was a balcony in the master bedroom. The furniture wasn’t purchased yet so you did have your bed brought in for the time being. 

With your heels by the front door and your bag on the kitchen counter, you and Jin were now in the master bedroom, putting away your clothes in the closets. There were two walk ins across from each other so it was perfect for your things to go in. Setting up your shoes and then your coats on each rack, colored coordinated. It took about 2 hours before everything was out of the way and you walked out of the closet, sighing and glancing at Jin. “Well, I’m starving...you should cook something. I’m curious about your skills.” Walking out of the room, Jin stood in the middle of the room and rubbed his face, sighing heavily before taking his phone out of his pocket and sending a quick text to the group chat he had with the boys. “She’s so bossy, a royal pain. Send help. The house is nice though.”

Since the only thing you two managed to get groceries to stock the fridge, he figured he’d start with something simple, cooking a big meal for the both of you wasn’t in the cards just yet and plus, he had to stop cooking so much food now, since it was two instead of seven. Whipping up some beef bulgogi and placing the kimchi next to it, you stood at the island and began eating, sighing and humming as you ate, which was a habit of yours when something was extremely good. 

You took some of the kimchi and ate while you finished your meal halfway through before stopping and digging into your purse, pulling out a bottle of wine and setting it on the table. Grabbing two plastic cups, since there were no glasses yet, you poured a cup for him and handed it to him and then one for you and looked at him. “I know this is as weird for you as it is for me, but I’m not going to be walking on eggshells around you. You’re busy with BTS and I’m busy with modeling so…” You lifted up your cup. “No awkwardness, we’re a married couple, not under the best circumstances I’m sure but let’s make the best of it. Husband.” You tapped his cup and took a sip before going back to eating.

Demanding for sure. Jin didn’t know how to take you at all. The first couple of weeks were chaotic with the furniture coming in and his schedule starting up again. You hired a cleaning service to clean every week and a lawn service to keep the grass and weeds in check. Since winter was approaching, it wasn’t needed as much but you did make a list in the back of your head to get some flowers once the cold days were over.

Although you and Jin slept in the same room, he always stayed close to the edge while you sprawled out in the middle of the bed, occasionally elbowing him in his back and apologizing afterwards. For a woman with a princess complex, you were a wild sleeper for sure and it was almost comical because he would wake up and often see you with your mouth open, hair out of the bun you left in and curls across your forehead. 

Eventually, you two would have to sit down and figure out each other’s upcoming schedules, with you having a few gigs that were offered and his touring schedule. You did have to make time for each other at some point, as a married couple now. He would be gone for a couple of months and although you did model, it was only a few days or so out of the week, so you’d have to find something to do during your spare time. Things were definitely going to get rocky over the course of these first five years and who knew, maybe you and Jin would hit it off.

One thing that was also in your contract was to see a marriage counselor after the first year, which was going to be difficult in itself, since the following year would be him enlisting. 

Waking up one morning, you went for a morning jog and showered before his alarm went off. Your hair up in a ponytail with a few loose curls falling out and you stood in the kitchen at the island, dressed in a black velour jacket and matching pants with a white camisole underneath. You made a pot of tea and poured it into two mugs and set them on the counter. Grabbing your notepad and a bedazzled pen that you started clicking while adding some honey to your tea, you waited for him to get ready and leaned against the counter as he walked out in a pair of sweats and a white shirt, dressed for rehearsals. He paused and looked at the mug and then at you. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and grabbing the mug from the counter. You grinned and nodded, clearing your throat.