Your future is decided in a single afternoon.
As the daughter of one of the most influential families in the city, you are ordered into an arranged marriage with Captain Kim Taehyung, a man feared for his unwavering discipline and loyalty to the authorities. To you, he is nothing more than stranger in a military uniform but you carry your own secrets. An unwanted mission.
As winter gives way to spring, stolen moments of unexpected tenderness begin to crack the walls you've built around your heart. And the closer you get to the truth, the harder it becomes to remember where your heart lie.
Pairing : military captain! Taehyung x wife! Reader
Genre : 90's, vintage, war romance, arranged marriage, romance, love, smut, drama, historical romance, angst, political intrigue, slow burn romance
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Like the white camellias blooming stubbornly against the winter frost right outside the window.
As he watched you secretly, he saw the masks slip. When you smiled briefly at your mother, a profound tenderness softened your expression, chasing away the rigid formality. When your brother attempted to speak out of turn, a sharp spark of annoyance flashed through your eyes.
You were human. Intensely alive. You were not merely Director Yoon's obedient, hollow doll.
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"Pour another cup."
You blinked, momentarily frozen as the breath caught in your throat. "Father?"
His unyielding gaze remained steady, boring into you with a finality that brooked no hesitation.
"For your future husband."
The words hung heavily in the silence of the room. Your eyes instinctively flickered across the table, meeting the dark, bottomless gaze of Captain Kim Taehyung. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply sat there, watching you with an intense, unreadable calm as the reality of your fate settled between you like stone.
The words struck like a harsh winter wind, cutting straight through the fragile warmth of the room.
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"Oh." Your breath hitched, the word catching in your throat. You looked at the heavy gold band resting on your finger—his mother's ring. Your fingers twisted tighter. "...Then, what should I call you?"
A rare, fleeting flicker of uncertainty crossed his stoic features—the very first crack in his military armor you had ever witnessed.
"Taehyung is fine," he said, his voice dropping into a softer, lower register.
The sheer unfamiliarity of his given name felt incredibly heavy, almost sacred, as it settled awkwardly upon your tongue. "...Taehyung."
His gaze instantly shifted away, staring out into the dark garden as if he were equally unprepared for the raw intimacy of hearing you speak his name. He cleared his throat quietly. "You... can continue calling me Captain Kim if you prefer it."
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Taehyung turned around slowly to face you, the shadow of his broad shoulders stretching tall across the paper screens. "No, Y/N," he replied, his deep voice dropping into an impossibly soft, patient register. "I told you before. I do not want you to spend the night feeling uncomfortable or crowded."
"I won't be." Your gaze dropped to your hands, your fingers tightly gripping the edge of your quilt as a fierce, betraying blush crept up your neck. "I... I won't feel uncomfortable with my own husband."
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"I have you, Y/N," he whispered softly, his grip tightening just a fraction, holding you as though you were the most precious, fragile thing in the entire world. "Close your eyes. The storm cannot reach you here."
Wrapped completely in his fierce protection, surrounded by his intoxicating scent of cedarwood and the steady, unyielding beat of his heart against your cheek, the terrifying thunder outside slowly faded into a distant hum. You let out a long, shuddering breath, your hands instinctively reaching up to curl into the fabric of his shirt, completely surrendering to the safety of his arms. Your father had sent you into this house to destroy him, but trapped beneath the rugs in the pitch-black midnight, you knew you would rather let the lightning strike you down before you ever let a single hand hurt the man holding you.
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The intimacy was desperate, messy, and fiercely primal. He fucked you with a consuming hunger, his mouth slamming back down onto yours to drink in your breathless moans. His long fingers tangled tightly into your unraveled hair, anchoring your head to the pillow while his other hand gripped your waist so hard his fingers left faint marks on your flushed skin.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his broad waist, pulling him deeper, completely surrendering to the wicked, maddening pleasure he was coaxing out of your body. The boundaries of reality dissolved entirely.
A/n : Here are the glimpses of When Camellias Bled. The first chapter will be posted on tumblr tomorrow but the rest of chapters will be posted on wattpad. Check out my wattpad for more updates!
Your future is decided in a single afternoon.
As the daughter of one of the most influential families in the city, you are ordered into an arranged marriage with Captain Kim Taehyung, a man feared for his unwavering discipline and loyalty to the authorities. To you, he is nothing more than a dangerous stranger in a military uniform but you carry your own secrets. An unwanted mission.
As winter gives way to spring, stolen moments of unexpected tenderness begin to crack the walls you've built around your heart. And the closer you get to the truth, the harder it becomes to remember where your loyalties lie.
Pairing : military captain! Taehyung x wife! Reader
Genre : 90's, vintage, war romance, arranged marriage, romance, love, smut, drama, historical romance, angst, political intrigue, slow burn romance
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Keijō, Korea
Late Winter, 1943
Snow still lingered stubbornly along the edges of the stone pathways, refusing to melt. It wasn't enough to blanket the sprawling city in pristine white; it was just enough to remind the citizens of Keijō that winter had not yet loosened its cruel, icy grip.
Captain Kim Taehyung paused at the threshold, his gloved fingers adjusting the stiff cuffs of his dark military overcoat before he stepped through the formidable gates of the Yoon estate.
The grand hanok stood proudly against the pale, bruised afternoon sky. Its tiled roofs curved elegantly upward, dusted with remnants of frost that caught the weak winter light.
Beneath the eaves, silk lanterns swayed in a ghostly rhythm despite the total absence of wind. The sharp, grounding scent of pine drifted from the meticulously kept courtyard garden, where white camellias bloomed defiantly against the freezing air-a fragile splash of life in a frozen world.
The Yoon family had always been a name of immense influence. But under the current colonial administration, that influence had hardened into absolute, terrifying power.
A servant emerged from the shadows, bowing so deeply their forehead nearly brushed the wooden floor. "Captain Kim, Director Yoon has been expecting you."
Taehyung merely inclined his head, his expression a mask of perfect military discipline.
He followed the servant through the labyrinth of polished wooden corridors. Traditional Korean ink paintings adorned the walls, but they were jarringly interrupted by expensive, heavy Western furnishings placed throughout the halls.
It was a quiet, ostentatious declaration to any visitor, We have adapted. We have survived. It was exactly the kind of wealth born from breathing the toxic air close to absolute power.
The servant stopped, sliding open the intricate paper doors of the study.
Director Yoon Kang-seok sat behind a low, dark wooden table. Even seated, the man exuded a suffocating aura of authority. He was a man obsessed with maintaining order, and it showed in the rigid precision of his posture. Beside him rested a folded morning newspaper, a delicate porcelain tea set, and a single, heavy sealed document.
"Captain Kim."
Taehyung stepped inside and bowed with flawless precision. "Director Yoon."
"Sit."
The command was delivered with a calm that bordered on chilling.
Taehyung obeyed, sinking onto the cushion across from him. The Director poured the tea, the pale green liquid splashing into the cups as steam curled upward into the chilly room. For several agonizing moments, neither man spoke. Outside, the lonely cry of a crow cut through the silence.
Finally, Director Yoon set down his porcelain cup, his sharp eyes locking onto the younger man. "You have an incredibly impressive reputation, Captain."
Taehyung remained completely expressionless, his eyes unblinking. "You flatter me, Director."
"You graduated near the top of your class at the military academy."
"You rose through the ranks faster than any of your peers."
Another tense pause.
"You've become indispensable to the Security Affairs Division."
Taehyung finally met the older man's calculating gaze directly. "Is there a specific reason you have requested my presence today, sir?"
Director Yoon smiled faintly. It was a hollow gesture that never even came close to reaching his cold, ambitious eyes. "There is."
With slow, deliberate movements, his long fingers unfolded the sealed document resting on the table. "My daughter has reached marriageable age."
Taehyung did not flinch, though his posture tightened imperceptibly.
"And you, Captain, are still unmarried."
Outside the study, a heavy patch of snow slipped from the curved roof, landing with a dull, heavy thud against the frozen earth. It was the only sound within the suffocating room.
Director Yoon continued, his voice smooth as silk. "I would like you to marry her."
The tea suddenly tasted incredibly bitter on Taehyung's tongue. He lowered his porcelain cup with agonizing care, ensuring it didn't make a sound against the table. "This proposal seems... highly unexpected, Director."
"Does it?" Director Yoon observed him, tilting his head. "A respected officer. A good family. Perfectly stable prospects." His fingers tapped lightly, rhythmically, against the edge of the marriage document. "My daughter requires a suitable husband who understands the weight of our position."
"Have you... discussed this arrangement with your daughter?" Taehyung asked quietly.
Director Yoon's expression remained utterly unbothered, his jaw rigid. "My daughter's only duty is to trust my judgment implicitly."
The chilling answer told Taehyung absolutely everything he needed to know.
His mind flashed briefly to his own father, Kim Min-jae. The retired military officer had been sternly urging him toward marriage for years-demanding someone respectable, someone capable of maintaining a proper household, someone who would keep her head down and never ask dangerous questions about where Taehyung went at night.
A quiet wife.
A perfectly normal, fabricated life to mask his secrets.
Taehyung's gaze drifted toward the elegant paper doors separating the study from the rest of the sprawling estate. Somewhere beyond those walls lived Director Yoon's daughter.
He had never laid eyes on you. He wondered if you were currently sitting in your room, entirely blissfully unaware of your looming fate. Or if you would learn of your own marriage the exact same way he was learning of it now.
Like receiving an unyielding military order.
"You may decline, of course," Director Yoon's voice cut sharply through the heavy silence, pulling him back.
Taehyung looked back at the older man.
"You would truly permit that, sir?"
The Director's thin smile returned, looking as fragile and sharp as paper. "Of course."
But Taehyung understood the lethal undertone. It wasn't permission at all. It was a trap. A test of his loyalty to the administration. If he declined, he would instantly become a target of suspicion to one of the most ruthless men in Korea.
He lowered his gaze briefly, his mind racing, before looking up with absolute finality.
"I accept."
Director Yoon's satisfaction was immediate, a dark spark igniting in his eyes. "Excellent."
The older man poured the tea once again, but this time, the steam felt hollow. The liquid tasted even colder than before.
Outside the study, fresh snowflakes began to drift lazily through the gray winter air, catching on the wind.
Beyond the beautifully carved wooden doors, past the stubborn white camellias blooming against the harsh frost, and far down the quiet, tense corridors of the Yoon estate, a young woman named Yoon y/n remained entirely unaware that her life had just been traded away.
And Captain Kim Taehyung, adjusting his uniform coat as he prepared to leave, wondered why his chest felt so heavily constricted-as though he had just walked willingly onto a bloody, inescapable battlefield
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A/n : Hello everyone! This is my first time writing this genre. I will do justice to it, don't worry!
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