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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I stood upright and gently turned my grandmother to face me, my eyes wide with concern.
"Halmoni, I hope you didn't mention anything about where we are living now,"
I asked, my voice filled with worry.
"No, I haven't said anything," she reassured me, her gaze meeting mine. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"But Tae, why don't you consider meeting him? He's in Seoul now, back from the U.S.,"
she suggested, for what felt like the tenth time that month.
"Anieyo, I don't want to. Please don't push me,"
I declined her suggestion once again, shaking my head.
A faint, knowing smile tugged at my grandmother's lips. She understood that my answer remained steadfast, unchanging.
He had left us behind in pursuit of his career, consumed by greed for wealth. He had never truly cared about his son, his daughter, or even his own mother.
My parents' separation had occurred when I was merely ten, and Jihyo was just eight years old. My mother had strayed, and she wanted to take me with her to Canada, but I resisted.
Instead, I spent most of my formative years with my grandmother, as my parents were engrossed in their own lives.
My father, perpetually absent, was always tied up with work. It was at the tender age of ten that I decided to take on the responsibility of caring for my sister, vowing to provide her with every ounce of happiness I could muster.
Comprehending and shouldering such responsibilities at such a tender age was undoubtedly challenging, but I carried the weight within me, never shedding a tear for them.
I dedicated myself to my studies, driven by the desire to secure a bright future that would bring happiness to my small family.
I took on various part-time jobs in Busan, finding solace in the freedom and lack of pressure they provided.
My grandmother, Jihyo, and I formed a tight-knit, joyful trio. Our bond was our sanctuary, and I was determined to protect it from any external threats.
I maintained minimal contact with my parents, and although Jihyo occasionally conversed with them, she never met with them in person.
Our peaceful life together was our refuge, and I intended to preserve it at all costs.
"Clap, clap, clap," she chimed in, breaking me out of my contemplation.
