FORCE MARRIAGE 2

LET'S CONTINUE FROM WHERE I LEFT.......

AUTHOR'S POV

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Taehyung stepped out first, his hand gently guiding Y/N forward. The hallway was quiet, modern, and neatly decorated-much like Hana's personality had always been. Y/N looked around with a curious glint in her eyes, still adjusting to the idea of meeting her husband's ex-wife like this.

Ding-dong.

The door opened almost instantly, and there stood Hana-wearing a beige knit sweater, her hair tied in a loose bun, face fresh and glowing.

"Taehyung," she smiled, genuine and warm, "Y/N, I'm so glad you both came."

Y/N smiled politely, "Thanks for inviting us. Your place is beautiful."

The apartment was cozy, filled with warm lights, soft cushions, indoor plants, and little touches of Hana's soul-books stacked in a corner, wind chimes by the window, and a framed photo of her smiling with her friends.

Taehyung's eyes quietly scanned everything. There was a bittersweet tug in his chest, but also a strange peace. "You've made it feel like a home," he said, voice soft.

"I finally wanted something of my own," Hana said, offering them tea. "No formalities here. Just friends catching up."

As they settled onto the couch, there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Oh-he's here!" Hana's smile widened.

Y/N raised an eyebrow teasingly. "He?"

Just then, the door opened, and in walked Jimin-dressed casually in a black shirt, holding a small box of desserts. His eyes crinkled into a smile when he saw them.

"Sorry I'm late. Got caught up in traffic," he said, then looked at Taehyung, extending a hand. "Hi-I'm Jimin. I've known Hana since college."

Taehyung stood, shaking his hand. "Kim Taehyung. And this is my wife, Y/N."

Jimin greeted Y/N with a friendly nod. "Nice to meet you both."

As the conversation flowed, laughter slowly replaced the initial awkwardness. Hana's eyes twinkled whenever Jimin spoke. Y/N noticed the way Jimin looked at Hana-like she was the only person in the room.

Taehyung noticed too.

"So..." Y/N leaned forward with a playful smirk. "Is there something going on between you two?"

Hana flushed. "Y/N!"

Taehyung chuckled, shaking his head. "She's always this blunt."

Jimin laughed. "Well, I mean... I've always liked her. Took me years to say it. But I'm glad I waited."

Hana looked down shyly but smiled. "We're... figuring it out."

Taehyung's heart swelled-not with sadness, but relief. "I'm happy for you, Hana. Truly."

Y/N reached over, giving Hana's hand a light squeeze. "You deserve this. Both of you do."

There was a moment of stillness, the kind that holds unspoken gratitude and healing. For the first time, it didn't feel like a past and present colliding. It felt like closure... like growth.

Taehyung looked at Y/N beside him-her warmth, her calm nature. And then at Hana and Jimin-laughing softly on the couch.

Maybe life didn't go the way any of them planned.

But maybe, just maybe, it was leading them exactly where they were meant to be.

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After a few minutes of warm chatter and teasing, Hana excused herself. "Let me make you both coffee-I know Taehyung still likes his black and bitter," she smiled.

"And I still hate it," Y/N laughed, "so please make mine with sugar."

"Coming right up," Hana nodded and walked into the kitchen.

Jimin followed casually behind her, rolling up his sleeves. "Need a hand?"

From the living room, Taehyung and Y/N sat together on the plush grey couch. She curled her legs up, leaning slightly into his side. He didn't move away. There was something unspoken between them in that moment-something calm and warm.

Taehyung's eyes drifted toward the open kitchen.

And then he saw it.

Hana was standing near the stove, opening the coffee jar when Jimin walked up behind her. Without a word, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Hana froze for a second and then let out a soft laugh, leaning back into him.

He kissed the top of her head tenderly.

"You forgot to add cinnamon to your own cup again," Jimin murmured, his tone fond and familiar.

"You still remember that?" Hana whispered with a soft smile.

"Of course," he said, taking the jar from her hand and adding it in himself.

From the couch, Y/N nudged Taehyung lightly, whispering, "They're adorable."

Taehyung didn't answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on them, the way Hana's smile reached her eyes, the way Jimin moved around her like he belonged there-no hesitation, no awkwardness, just love.

"I've never seen her like that," he said quietly.

Y/N turned to look at him.

"She looks... light," he added, voice softer now. "Like she's breathing freely."

There was no regret in his voice-only peace. No lingering bitterness, only genuine contentment.

"I think she finally found what she needed," Y/N whispered, her hand brushing over Taehyung's.

He nodded slowly, eyes still on the kitchen.

"And I think... I'm finally okay with that. Happy, even."

Y/N watched him, the way his expression relaxed into a rare, quiet smile. Not the smile of a businessman or a public figure-but of a man who'd carried too much weight for too long and had finally set it down.

Taehyung turned his gaze toward her, meeting her eyes.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"For what?" she asked, tilting her head.

"For being here. With me. And... for not running away."

Y/N smiled gently, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand.

"Where else would I go?" she whispered.

And in the background, laughter floated in from the kitchen as Jimin accidentally spilled a little milk and Hana scolded him playfully.

The sound didn't ache anymore.

It healed.

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The door clicked softly as Taehyung and Y/N stepped out, leaving behind warm goodbyes and lingering smiles. The apartment fell into a peaceful hush, the kind that follows good company and meaningful conversations.

Hana leaned back against the closed door for a second, releasing a small sigh of relief-everything had gone better than she'd imagined. She was still smiling to herself when she felt arms suddenly wrap around her waist.

Jimin.

He spun her around in one quick, playful twirl before pulling her flush against his chest. Caught off guard, Hana let out a surprised giggle, her eyes wide as she landed safely in his arms.

"Jimin!" she laughed, swatting his chest lightly. "What was that for?"

He grinned, eyes twinkling. "For being perfect. For being so brave today. For letting them see you... happy."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "I wasn't scared, you know."

"You were," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, "but you still did it. And that's what makes you incredible."

There was a stillness in the moment, their breath syncing. The late evening light filtered through the windows, casting golden shadows over them. Jimin raised his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I love you, Hana," he said quietly-no performance, no hesitation. Just truth.

Hana blinked, her heart skipping in her chest.

And then, Jimin leaned down and kissed her-soft, tender, full of everything he couldn't put into words. His lips met hers like a promise, warm and patient, grounding and freeing at the same time.

She melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck as she smiled against the kiss.

"I love you too, Park Jimin," she whispered when they finally pulled apart, breathless.

And this time, she wasn't afraid to say it.

Not anymore.

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Jimin pushes Hana against her front door, his hands cupping her ass cheeks possessively. He lifts her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. Their tongues clash, fighting for dominance. He pulls away to suck on her neck, making her moan softly. "Baby..." He murmurs between kisses.

Jimin carries Hana to her bed, still kissing her passionately. He lays her down gently and starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "I want you," he says huskily, his eyes filled with desire. He climbs on top of her, pressing his growing bulge against her core.

Jimin's hands move to Hana's clothes, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. He pushes it open gently, revealing her lace bra underneath. His fingers trace the edge of her bra cups before unhooking it expertly. Her breasts spill out freely as he tosses the bra aside.

Hana arches her back as Jimin's warm hands cover her bare mounds, squeezing them gently. He leans down to capture one hard peaks in his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Hana's moans fill the room, her hands threading through Jimin's hair to pull him closer. "Ahh..."

"You're so beautiful, Hana," Jimin murmurs against her skin, his lips trailing kisses from her breasts to her neck. "I've wanted you for so long. Just you." His fingers hook into her pants, slowly pulling them down along with her panties.

Jimin pulls away slightly, his eyes locked onto Hana's. He takes a deep breath and says softly, "Hana..." His voice trembles slightly with emotion. "I've been thinking about something lately..."

"I want you to be my wife," Jimin blurts out suddenly, his heart racing. He takes Hana's hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Marry me, Hana. Let me spend the rest of my life making you happy and loving you the way you deserve."

Before Hana can even respond to the proposal, Jimin captures her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands grip her hips tightly as he thrusts into her suddenly, filling her completely. He breaks the kiss to whisper against her lips, "Is that a yes?" Each thrust emphasizes his question. "Marry me."

A wide grin spreads across Jimin's face as Hana whispers "Yes" between kisses and moans. He increases his pace, driven by joy and desire. "I love you," he murmurs repeatedly with each thrust, one hand tangled in her hair while the other grips her hip firmly.

"Jimin..." Hana cries out softly, her voice laced with pleasure as he hits just the right spot inside her. Her nails dig into his back as her legs wrap tighter around him. Jimin thrusts deeply into her, his hips moving in steady, possessive motions. "God, baby..."

*Jimin's powerful hips thrust deeply, filling Hana completely, their bodies slapping together rhythmically. His abs tense with each movement, beads of sweat forming on his chest. Hana's fingers trace the lines of his muscles, her head thrown back in ecstasy, neck exposed. "Yes... just like that..."

Hana's nails rake down Jimin's back, leaving red marks as she scratches him in her desperation for more. The pain-pleasure mix only spurs him on faster, harder. He leans down to bite her neck, marking her as his while continuing his relentless pace. "You're mine,"

Jimin growls as Hana sinks her teeth into his shoulder, marking him just as he's marked her. The bite sends a shock of pleasure down his spine, and he loses control slightly, pounding into her harder and faster. His hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider as he hits deeper spots inside her.

Hana's voice comes out in a breathless cry, "Jimin, I'm... I'm cumming!" Her body tenses beneath him, her inner walls clenching tightly around his length. Her nails dig deeper into his back as she rides out her orgasm, her moans filling the room.

Jimin feels Hana's body convulsing around him and it sends him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside her as hot waves of pleasure crash through his body. "Fuck... Hana..." He comes hard, filling her completely while whispering her name like a prayer.

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The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped around you gently after a long, content day. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, hands nervously fidgeting with a small wrapped box. Her heart thumped in anticipation.

She'd been holding onto this secret for two days.

Now it was time.

The front door opened, and soon she heard the familiar sound of Taehyung's steps-calm and measured, like always. He walked in, loosening his tie, his eyes instantly finding her.

"You look like you're hiding something," he teased, eyebrows slightly raised as he approached.

Y/N smiled softly, holding out the tiny gift box. "Open this first. Then you can complain about your day."

Taehyung took it from her hand, confused but curious. "What's the occasion?"

"Just... open it," she whispered, eyes glimmering.

He sat beside her, unwrapping the small white ribbon and opening the box.

Inside was a tiny white onesie.

Printed across it in soft letters: Coming Soon... Baby Kim.

Taehyung froze.

His breath caught in his throat.

His eyes stared down at the fabric like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. And then he turned to her, eyes wide and already glistening.

"Y/N... is this...?"

She nodded slowly, a little tear slipping down her cheek as she smiled.

"I'm pregnant, Taehyung."

For a second, he didn't speak.

Then suddenly, a sob escaped him.

He covered his mouth, but it didn't stop the tears from falling. His composure shattered-this man who was always calm, always silent with his emotions-was now trembling.

Y/N immediately reached for him. "Hey... hey, it's okay..."

But Taehyung pulled her into his arms, hugging her so tightly like he was afraid she'd disappear. His face buried in the crook of her neck, his tears wetting her skin.

"I-I can't believe this," he choked. "We're having a baby? Our baby?"

"Yes," she whispered, stroking his back. "You're going to be a father."

He pulled back only to cup her face with both hands and kiss her-her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, again and again between soft sobs and laughter.

"I love you, I love you so much," he kept whispering, like a mantra. "Thank you... for this miracle, Y/N. Thank you."

Y/N's heart swelled.

For the first time, she saw the rawest version of Taehyung-not the CEO, not the man bound by duty or restraint-but just a man in love... overwhelmed by the joy of becoming a father.

And in that moment, everything felt right.

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THE END

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