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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10:30 Pm
As I was about to settle in for the night, a sudden thud echoed through the silence, jolting me awake. It took me a moment to realize that the persistent noise was actually someone vigorously knocking on my front door.
Confused and tired from the events of the day, I didn't want any more disruptions at this late hour. All I yearned for was a peaceful night's rest.
In a matter of seconds, the noise ceased, but I could still hear my father's voice, raised in passionate conversation, drifting through the stillness of the night.
"Y/N," a whisper carried through the silence, a name that summoned me from my upstairs solitude.
Without a second thought, I descended the staircase in haste, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
As I reached the bottom, terror coursed through my veins, for there before me stood a mysterious figure cloaked in darkness, their hood casting a shroud of intrigue over their face, yet a hint of a smile played upon their lips.
"Y/N, who is this?" My father's voice, a mixture of concern and displeasure, shattered the stillness of the moment.
I struggled to find my voice, my very being trembling in the face of fear that gripped me.
"He's...he's a friend," I stammered, the words escaping my quivering lips
. My heart raced audibly in my chest, and my hands shook uncontrollably, the sheer terror of the encounter leaving me unsteady on trembling legs.
My father was a stern individual, his grip on my freedom unyielding, especially when it came to my associations with the opposite gender.
My mother, though understanding his intentions were only to safeguard me, never dared to challenge his authority.
While I recognized his well-meaning intentions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration, though it never blossomed into hatred.
Dating was a concept my parents strongly disapproved of, which led me to secretly date a young man without their knowledge.
"Uncle, we need to discuss our new project urgently. I tried calling her, but she wasn't picking up," Kevin fabricated an excuse.
My father's gaze bore into me, a clear expression of exasperation on his face. "Just 10 minutes," he grumbled.
"Yes, Appa," I nodded repeatedly, making my way out of the house.
Once outside, Kevin seized my arm and pulled me through the thick foliage.
"Why are you doing this, Kevin? You know if they find out..." I began to say.
