LOVE VS OBSESSION?
"You said you loved me, but I only ever felt caged."
Y/N never wanted to fall for someone like him-mysterious, broken, dangerous. But Kim Taehyung wasn't just a boy with demons. He was a storm she couldn't resist... until his love...
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Y/N Pov
Before me, I beheld his approach, a vision of allure drawing near.
He drew near, so near that my breath brushed against his chest. His fingers gently grasped my wrist.
Surrounded by a sea of students, I felt a flutter of unease.
"What troubles you?" I inquired, lifting my gaze, taking a step back to create space between us.
With no preamble, he leaned closer, planting a tender kiss upon my cheek.
I was startled for a moment, I couldn't comprehend anything.Why would he do it all of a sudden when he knows I'm uncomfortable with people noticing me?
It stirred a turmoil of emotions within me, both disconcerting and disheartening.
His smirk, that maddening smirk, momentarily ignited a desire to push him away.
As he turned away, he seemed to eclipse my entire world in that moment. Fortunately, I managed to conceal my inner turmoil from the onlookers.
"Hello, I'm Kevin,"
he introduced himself, casting a gaze upon the two young boys. Both Busan lads returned his acknowledgment.
"She's my girlfriend, you're aware, right?" he declared, locking eyes with them.
Taehyung's pov
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She's my girlfriend, you understand, don't you?" the young man cautioned, his gaze piercing into ours.
Jimin wore a perplexed and irritated expression, but in the face of the senior's warning, he put on a feigned smile and replied, "Ah, is th-?"
I couldn't find satisfaction in the unfolding situation. "So?" I injected, meeting his gaze with a defiant response.
All eyes turned towards me, and even the girl, his girlfriend, stole a glance from behind him. I couldn't help but meet her gaze, breaking our intense eye contact.
"It's nothing," he said with a charming smile, lightening the mood.
In that moment, a soft hum caught everyone's attention, and our gazes were drawn to a figure dressed in elegant black, a striking contrast against the snow.
"I'm your group instructor for this new bunch," he announced, pointing his fingers toward Jimin and me.
"We're the new students," I chimed in, and he smiled warmly.
