The Cursed Marriage married couple

married couple

As the days passed, the tension between Taehyung and Jungkook reached a boiling point. Taehyung couldn't help but notice the way Jungkook would glare at him whenever their paths crossed, his eyes filled with pure animosity.

One day, as they stood in the hallway, Jungkook couldn't resist a jibe

Jungkook

You know, Taehyung, you're looking super ugly today. Oh wait, that's just your face

Taehyung, never one to back down from a challenge, shot back with a sassy retort

Taehyung

Well, at least I can change my hairstyle. You're stuck with that scowl forever.

Their verbal sparring continued, each comment laced with sarcasm and bitterness. It was clear that their relationship had reached a new low, with no end in sight.

The day of the wedding arrived, and Taehyung and Jungkook found themselves standing awkwardly in a small, dimly lit room.

Taehyung was dressed in an ill-fitting suit, while Jungkook looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

The ceremony was a tense, silent affair, with neither Taehyung nor Jungkook saying a word as they exchanged vows. Their faces were masks of anger and resentment, the weight of their forced union hanging heavily between them.

As they stood there, facing each other, Taehyung couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. This was not how he had envisioned his future, forced into a marriage with someone who despised him. But he was determined to make the best of the situation, no matter how difficult it may be.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was seething with anger. He felt trapped, forced into a marriage he never wanted. And as he looked at Taehyung, he couldn't help but blame him for his predicament.

As the ceremony ended, Taehyung and Jungkook stood side by side, a silent barrier of resentment between them. Their marriage had begun, but it was clear that it would be anything but easy.

The wedding night marked the beginning of a tumultuous period for Taehyung and Jungkook. As they moved into the lavish house provided by the Jeon family, the atmosphere between them was tense, to say the least. The house, while grand, felt more like a gilded cage than a home, a constant reminder of the forced union they were now trapped in.

That night, as they settled into their new surroundings, the tension between Taehyung and Jungkook reached a breaking point. It started with a simple disagreement over who would sleep on which side of the bed, but quickly escalated into a full-blown argument.

The air in the room was thick with tension as Taehyung and Jungkook stood on opposite sides of the bed, glaring at each other. The grandeur of the room seemed to amplify the intensity of their disagreement, turning what should have been a simple decision into a battleground.

Jungkook

I want the right side of the bed

Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Taehyung

Well, I always sleep on the right side, so tough luck

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin.

Jungkook

This is my house, Taehyung. I get to choose where I sleep

Taehyung

Oh, please. Just because your family owns this place doesn't mean you get to call all the shots. I'm not giving up the right side🙄

Their argument quickly escalated, each of them digging in their heels and refusing to back down. They traded barbs and insults, their voices growing louder with each passing moment.

Jungkook

You're so stubborn, Taehyung,

Taehyung

At least I'm not a pushover like you

The tension in the room was palpable, the atmosphere charged with hostility. They were no longer arguing about the right side of the bed; they were fighting to assert dominance over each other, to prove who was in control.

Finally, Jungkook's patience snapped, and with a frustrated growl, he lunged for the bed, intent on claiming his desired spot by force. But Taehyung was equally determined, and a brief scuffle ensued as they grappled with each other, neither willing to back down.

The struggle was intense, their bodies pressed close as they fought for dominance. Pillows tumbled to the floor, blankets were tossed aside in their frenzy, and the room echoed with the sounds of their struggle.

Jungkook

I don't care what you usually do. Tonight, I'm taking the right side.

Taehyung

Over my dead body! I'm not giving up my spot for anyone, especially not you.

In the end, it was Taehyung who emerged victorious, clinging stubbornly to his coveted spot on the right side of the bed. Jungkook, defeated but not deterred, retreated to the left side with a scowl, his pride wounded but his determination unbroken.

As they lay there, panting and exhausted from their battle, the realization slowly dawned on them both: this marriage was going to be far more challenging than either of them had ever imagined. And as they drifted off to sleep, a silent understanding settled between them, a fragile truce born from the ashes of their fiery disagreement.

To be continued....