Yoongi's POV
She didn't take his hand but she did walk over to her suitcases.
He helped her carry them down the stairs to the car. The drive to their new home, they sat on opposite sides of the car and didn't look at each other.
At the apartment, the driver carried the suitcases up. Then he pulled out two copies of the contract: one in English, one in Korean. Various parts were starred and highlighted. He pointed to a section, bowed, and left. Yoongi felt his anxiety skyrocket when he read the section. Inside the apartment, it was confirmed. There was only one bedroom, big but still. The contract required them to sleep in the same bed. Neither looked at the other.
He felt like he was going to choke. How could he do this? He didn't know her. Didn't want this. He felt overwhelmed. He had no relationship experience. How could he be a husband? He avoided eye contact and stepped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. The air was crisp and he heaved in huge gulps, trying to calm himself down.
After a couple minutes, his mind was a little clearer. They needed to be able to communicate. He could get help with that. He called Namjoon, explained the situation, and gave him the address. Then he sat down in the living room to wait.
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The Contract
Fanfiction"You have two choices. You can sign. Your family will be fine. Or...." All she wanted was to own her person, but Y/N finds herself manipulated into a contract she can't break. All Yoongi wants is his music and his band brothers, but breaking the...
