Title: Forced Relationship(Taehyung FF)

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description: He didn't love me nor did I. Our relationship was forced by my father, the king. I god was I upset. Why did he have to put us in a relationship? Why? Was it because of his good-looks? Was it because he had a deep voice? Was it because he was rumored to be good in bed? Why? Just why? What intrigued him that my father had to choose him? The guy that doesn't love me... the guy who treats me like crap. The guy who abuse me whenever I don't do the things he wants me to do. The guy who forces me to pleasure him out of boredom. The guy who forces me to call him 'daddy'.... My name is Alexis and my life is crap....

chapter 1
I glanced over my shoulder hoping that Taehyung wasn't watching from behind like a creep. When I noticed he wasn't, I turned back around and continued reading my book.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I could feel his presence lingering in the air. I tried to focus on the words in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to the forced relationship that my father had arranged.

Taehyung was the last person I wanted to be in a relationship with. He was arrogant, cold, and treated me with unworthiness. I couldn't understand why my father had chosen him out of all the eligible suitors in the kingdom. Was it because of his status as a prince? Or was it simply because he had a charming facade that fooled everyone but me?

I shook my head, trying to remove the thoughts that were clouding my mind.

I continue reading the book when the door creaked open. I didn't dare to turn around because I knew it was him. He entered the room and I was able to smell him.

I don't know what he was doing out there but he sure smelled like piece of crap.

"Hello, princess," he announced his presence. I didn't reply and continue reading my book. "I said hello princess!" he exclaimed.

Again, I didn't answer.

He growled, "Alexis... baby, don't let me pull you off this bed," I looked at him, "What? Could't you see I was busy doing something," I say which was a lie. Reading a book wasn't considered "doing" something according to my father.

"Reading a book isn't considered doing something, baby," Taehyung says, a smirk playing on his lips.

I rolled my eyes, "Can you just tell me why you're in here, please?" I asked

"Just wanted to see my beautiful, babygirl," Taehyung says. "How many times did I tell you not to call me 'babygirl'?"

"And how many times did I tell you that I did not care?" Taehyung responded back.

I rolled my eyes before covering my nose, "Can you... go to the bathroom? You smell like crap," I say.

"I smell like crap, huh?" Taehyung repeated my words and I nod my head, "Yeah, you do. So can you go to the bathroom and wash up?"

He smirks, "That wasn't what your father was saying when he pleased me..." He says.
I felt my blood boil at his words. How dare he speak about my father in such a manner? But then again, this was Taehyung. He had no respect for anyone, not even the king.
I continued to glare at Taehyung, unable to believe the audacity he had to speak about my father in such a disrespectful manner. Despite my anger, I knew better than to provoke him further. I simply turned my attention back to my book, hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone.

Taehyung's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and making my skin crawl. "You're so cute when you're angry, Alexis," he taunted, moving closer to where I sat on the bed.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under my skin. "What do you want, Taehyung?" I asked, my voice dripping with annoyance.

He ignored my question and instead reached out to grab the book from my hands. "I said I wanted to see my beautiful babygirl," he repeated, his tone laced with arrogance.

I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling the familiar surge of frustration building up inside me. "I'm not your babygirl, Taehyung. And I don't appreciate you barging into my room whenever you feel like it," I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "But you're mine, princess. Don't forget that," he stated, his eyes locking with mine in a challenging gaze.

I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure in the face of his infuriating behavior. "I'm only in this 'relationship' because of my father's ridiculous decision. You don't own me, Taehyung," I shot back, emphasizing the word 'relationship' with air quotes.

His smirk widened, and he took a step closer, invading my personal space. "Oh, but I do, Alexis. Whether you like it or not," he whispered, his breath ghosting over my skin.
And with that he entered the bathroom leaving me alone
Chapter 2:
Today was the day of the event and everyone in the palace and kingdom was invited. I was wearing a beautiful white dress with white heals. I thought about wearing a necklace to the event but chose not to. As I was doing my hair and makeup the door creaked open and Taehyung walked inside.

He already had his outfit on, and... he kinda look... hot. Black really suited him. He glanced at me licking his lips in the process.

"You look stunning, as always," he remarked making his way towards me. "You don't look bad yourself, Taehyung," I say. He smirks, "Why thank you, princess," he says.

I felt a surge of annoyance at his casual demeanor. It was as if he didn't care about the forced relationship that we were both trapped in. I tried to focus on getting ready for the event, but his presence was a constant distraction.

As I put the finishing touches on my hair, Taehyung came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I stiffened at his touch, feeling the familiar surge of discomfort that always accompanied his space.

"Taehyung, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Just admiring the view,"he replied, resting his chin on my shoulder. "You know, we have to make a good impression today. The whole kingdom will be watching."

I resisted the urge to push him away, knowing that it would only escalate the situation. Instead, I freed myself from his grasp.

"I can handle myself just fine, Taehyung," I said, trying to get some control over the situation.

He chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Of course you can, princess. But it doesn't hurt to have a prince by your side," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

I rolled my eyes before focusing on the task at hand and made my way to the event hall, with Taehyung following close behind.

The hall was filled with people, the air buzzing with excitement and anticipation. As we made our entrance, all eyes turned towards us, and I felt a pang of unease at being the center of attention once again.

Taehyung's hand found its way to the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd with possessive familiarity. I gritted my teeth, hating the way he acted as if he owned me.

I spotted my father and pulled Taehyung to him. The moment my father saw me, his eyes fluttered with excitement.
"Alexis! You look ... beautiful. You look just like your mother when she was younger," my father says and I let out a short smile.

"And Taehyung... You look as handsome as ever," my father stated and Taehyung smirks, "Why thank you, sir, but I believe your beloved daughter here looks more angelic than I," he responds.

A simple, plain smile played on my lips.

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Answer 1

As the night went on, I found myself being dragged from conversation to conversation by Taehyung, his grip on my arm tightening whenever he sensed I wanted to escape. I plastered on a fake smile and nodded along with whatever he said, all the while feeling trapped in this forced relationship that my father had orchestrated.

But amidst all the chaos and discomfort, there was a moment of respite when I found myself alone by the balcony, the cool night air soothing my frayed nerves. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center myself and find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos.

Just as I began to relax, I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Taehyung standing there, his eyes locked with mine. I tensed, bracing myself for whatever snide comments or unwanted advances he had in store for me.

But to my surprise, he simply stood there in silence, his gaze unwavering as he studied me. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to break the tense silence between us.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "I know you don't want to be here with me, Alexis. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me," he said, his voice surprisingly soft.

I blinked in confusion, taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. "Then why do you continue to treat me the way you do?" I couldn't help but ask, the frustration bubbling to the surface.

Taehyung sighed, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. "I have my reasons, but that doesn't excuse my behavior towards you. I know I've been... difficult to deal with, and I'm sorry for that," he admitted, his usual arrogance replaced by a vulnerable honesty.

I stared at him in shock, unable to comprehend his sudden change in demeanor. "Why are you apologizing now? After all the pain and suffering you've put me through?" I couldn't help but demand, the pent-up anger finally spilling over.

Taehyung took a step closer, his gaze pleading. "Because, despite everything, I... I care about you, Alexis. I know it's hard to believe, given how I've treated you, but it's the truth," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

I was at a loss for words, my mind struggling to process the revelation he had just laid bare. Could it be possible that beneath his cold exterior, Taehyung harbored some genuine feelings for me?

Before I could respond, the sound of music drifted towards us from the ballroom, reminding us of the festivities still in full swing. Taehyung reached out a hand, his eyes searching mine for an answer.

"Will you dance with me, Alexis? Just this once, let me show you that there's more to me than meets the eye," he asked, a glimmer of vulnerability shining through his stoic facade.

I hesitated, torn between the wall I had built around my heart and the possibility of a new understanding with Taehyung. But in the end, I took his hand, a flicker of hope igniting within me as we stepped onto the dance floor, ready to navigate this forced relationship with an open mind and a willing heart.