I LOVE U DANGEROUSLY II KTH

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Y/N POV:

I quickly rushed to the bathroom, embarrassment bubbling in my chest. After a quick shower, I changed into something comfortable and headed back out as fast as I could.

The moment I entered the room, Taehyung’s voice pulled me back to reality.

Taehyung: "Come, sit here."

I hesitated but obeyed, taking the seat in front of him.

Taehyung: "Your dad asked me to make you assist me, since you wanted to work. Is that right?"

Y/N: "Y-Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, then shot me an unexpected question.

Taehyung: "Do you know how to cook?"

His question caught me off guard, and I froze in shock. My silence must have irritated him because his tone grew sharper.

Taehyung: "Care to answer?"

Y/N (mumbling): "Yes, I do."

As I spoke, I kept my gaze fixed on my lap, feeling self-conscious under his cold stare. Ken, one of the staff, placed food in front of us.

Taehyung: "Good, then." He called out for Jen, who promptly appeared. "No need to come from tomorrow—Y/N will be cooking for me and herself."

His words stung, leaving me in an empty, silent dining room as he walked upstairs. I sighed, finishing the meal Jen had prepared, and then went to the kitchen to wash up.

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(The Kitchen)

As I washed the dishes, I suddenly felt a tight grip on my waist. I flinched, only to find Taehyung standing behind me. My heart raced, and a nervous thought flashed through my mind: Is he on some kind of mood swing?

Taehyung POV:

Leaving her alone in the dining room, I had a sudden urge to see what she was doing. I walked toward the kitchen and spotted her doing the dishes. Smirking, I approached and wrapped my arms around her waist. She tensed but didn’t move away.

Taehyung (whispering): "Wifey."

She didn’t respond, which only made me tighten my hold. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, feeling her shiver.

Taehyung: "I want to sleep."

She seemed unsure, her voice shaky as she answered.

Y/N: "Y-You can go and s-sleep... I’ll come after I finish the d-dishes."

Her hesitant rejection fueled an irritation inside me. My grip tightened as I pulled her closer, lifting her onto the countertop, forcing her to meet my eyes.

Taehyung: "You know I hate rejection, kitten."

Her gaze dropped again, and a wave of annoyance surged through me. Without another word, I let go of her and walked upstairs, heading straight to bed.

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Y/N POV:

The tension melted away once he left. His touch always scared me, and I released a shaky breath, grateful for a moment alone. After finishing up in the kitchen, I headed upstairs, hoping to avoid any further encounters tonight.

When I entered the bedroom, he was already asleep, shirtless, his back turned toward me. I quietly made my way to the bathroom, tiptoeing so I wouldn’t wake him.

After another shower, I finally crawled into bed, turning off the lights and positioning myself with my back to him. As I lay there, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into sleep.

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Author's Note:

Hey there! Finally published this part—hope you’re all enjoying the story so far! Let me know if you’re liking it, and stay tuned; the next chapter is coming soon. 👽😖