LOVE VS OBSESSION ? | | Kim Taehyung × Reader | |

∆ Chapter 19 ∆ : Between Numbers and Glances

The note read,
"Y/n, apologize to Mr. Yang, the teacher. He'll let you sit."

I wasn't thrilled about the idea of apologizing, but I reasoned that saying sorry couldn't hurt. However, the memory of my earlier embarrassment in front of the entire class made me hesitate.

My thoughts were a whirlwind of doubts and uncertainties.

Meanwhile, I noticed Jimin silently mouthing the word "sorry" to me, urging me to take action.

Then, unexpectedly, my attention shifted to Taehyung.

He casually brushed his hair back, revealing his striking features, and gave me a friendly wave. His gaze directed me toward the teacher, indicating that it was time to act.

My heart started to race, and I felt my pulse quicken inexplicably.
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I could sense my heart pounding, and I couldn't help but think, "What's happening to me?"

As I continued to stare at Taehyung, he raised an eyebrow, his gaze turning serious.

Suddenly, I blurted out

"I'm sorry, sir. I won't repeat this behavior. Can I sit?"

My words spilled out, my eyes still locked onto Taehyung's face.

The teacher's response was clear and straightforward:
"Y/n, go sit somewhere."

The teacher's expression was a mix of dissatisfaction and something not quite displeased as he gave his response.

I made my way to my friends and took a seat between Jennie and Jisoo. I rested my head on my hand, clutching my chest, as if I could still feel those rapid heartbeats.

Jisoo leaned in and asked,
"You okay, Y/n?"

I responded, my voice filled with confusion,

"I'm not fine, Jisoo. I'm really not fine," all without even looking at her, still lost in my own thoughts.

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s I passed the note to her, silently urging her to apologize, she remained frozen, visibly confused.

I leaned toward Jimin and muttered under my breath,
"This girl really struggles with self-esteem."

Jimin shot me a poker face and hushed me quickly.

But was I wrong?

It was obvious—her lack of confidence, the insecurity clouding her every move.

I wasn’t trying to be cruel; I was just stating what I observed.

I’ve always been observant. Since the first day, I had noticed her—how she carried herself like she was bearing the weight of something unseen.

So much burden in such a small frame.

Pull back, Taehyung. It’s not your place to think like this,

I warned myself internally.

Still, she just stood there—silent, unmoving. Almost like a statue.

Jimin kept nudging her silently, but her expression remained vacant, her gaze flickering between him and the teacher.