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Taehyung pov;
After the Min Corporation party, her face wouldn't leave my mind. Min Y/n. Her name alone echoed in my head, a haunting melody I couldn't ignore. Those mesmerizing green-hazel eyes, that rich brown hair—it was like she had come out of nowhere, only to settle into my thoughts, refusing to leave. After a sleepless night and a workday filled with distraction, I decided to escape, to drown out her memory with something stronger.
I ended up at a bar, swirling a glass of wine in my hand, attempting to lose myself in its depths. But as fate would have it, it wasn't the wine that held my attention for long. Across the room, in the dim lighting, a familiar figure caught my eye. She was here—she was here. Her eyes met mine, half-lidded and foggy, but there was a glimmer in them that I recognized immediately. She looked vulnerable, soft.
"Y/n...is that you?" I murmured, almost breathless, feeling something fierce crack open inside of me.
Without thinking, I pushed my way toward her, weaving between tables and the haze of cigarette smoke.
Y/n pov;
I was barely holding myself together, the room spinning around me as I nursed yet another drink, trying to forget everything. My brother's anger still lingered in my head, every word he said striking harder than the one before. The alcohol was my only solace, numbing me from the shame, the hurt. But through the blur, I felt it—that intense, burning gaze.
When I looked up, there he was. Kim Taehyung. The man with those unforgettable, smoldering brown eyes, eyes that held secrets and promises. Seeing him, I felt that nervousness crawl back, creeping up my spine. Just the sight of him pulled me apart, left me vulnerable in ways I couldn't understand. But my body was betraying me; I was slipping, the floor rising to meet me.
Then, strong arms caught me before I could fall, pulling me against a chest as solid and warm as a flame in the dark. My head swam from the scent of him, my heart pounding as I recognized his voice above the din.
"Y/n, it's me."
When Taehyung made his way over, he couldn't believe his eyes—it really was her, barely able to keep herself steady. In a heartbeat, he lunged forward, catching her just as she teetered forward. She collapsed into his chest, her fingers clutching his shirt, her scent intoxicatingly close. His whole world seemed to pause, his heart pounding so hard he was certain she could feel it.
