I LOVE U DANGEROUSLY II KTH

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Y/N's POV:

I barely made it out of Taehyung’s office before my chest began to ache, feeling tight and constricted. The encounter left me raw and bare, skin peeled open and exposed. I pushed down the shiver as I headed toward Yoongi’s office, the hallway echoing with my footsteps.

He had ordered me to work under him in his company—a way to keep me close, he’d said. But nothing felt close about this place. It was a den, and I was the prey. I took a deep breath, steeling myself.

Then I saw her. Hina. My high school nightmare, her presence still enough to wrap my stomach in knots. Her sneer hadn’t changed. She crossed her arms, the glint in her eyes one I remembered far too well.

"Look who’s here," she drawled, "Kim’s little slut."

Something snapped.

“You’ve got some nerve, calling me that, when everyone knows you’re the real whore,” I spat back, voice shaking with fury. But my satisfaction was short-lived as the door behind me flung open.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice was like ice against my skin, chilling me to the bone. He stormed over, expression hard as stone, his gaze locking onto mine. “Stop this childish act and get back to work.”

The words sliced through me, making my throat tighten and eyes prickle. Hina smirked, casting me one last triumphant glance before following Taehyung back into his office. I turned on my heel, every step echoing my fury, my hands shaking as I tried to steady my breath.

I didn’t expect the hand on my shoulder. Jin. He took one look at my face, and his expression softened. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my voice steady. But his hand moved to my face, brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized had fallen.

“Why are you crying?” His tone was gentle, brotherly. He led me into his office, his presence a comfort I hadn’t known I needed. I crumbled, confessing in fragments—Hina’s insult, Taehyung’s accusation, the way they both seemed to revel in tearing me apart.

“Y/N, he had no right to speak to you that way.” Jin’s tone hardened. “He doesn’t know anything about you.”

I forced a bitter laugh. “He doesn’t care to.”

“Let him play his games,” Jin murmured, gripping my hand. “Just remember who you are.”

But as I left, I couldn’t shake the thought of what Hina might be saying to him right now, how her lies would wrap around him like a noose, tightening any scrap of distrust he held for me.

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Taehyung’s POV:

Hina was lounging in the chair opposite my desk, smug satisfaction evident in her every movement.

“You know, she used to sneak off with guys back in school,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “The boys called her a bit of a plaything. One of them might even have been Kai, your favorite rival.”

My jaw clenched. “What did you just say?”

She leaned in, eyes dancing with malice. “I’m only saying what everyone knows. Maybe she’s been with half the school for all you know.” She smiled, sharp and satisfied, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My mind raced, questions tangled with rage.

“If you’re lying, you’ll regret it,” I warned, voice low.

But her words clung, painting images I couldn’t shake. Y/N, wrapped up in someone else’s arms. I could feel the anger boiling up, a dangerous fire I had no intention of putting out.

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Y/N's POV:

The last thing I expected when I entered his office was to find Hina draped over Taehyung, her hand on his chest. She glanced up as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience.

“You could knock, you know,” she sneered.

My hands clenched at my sides. I kept my voice calm, biting back the urge to scream. “Sorry, Mr. Kim. I didn’t realize you were...occupied.” I set his watch on the desk, refusing to look at him.

But as I turned to leave, Taehyung’s voice halted me. “Y/N, wait—”

I moved to the wall and grabbed our wedding picture. Without a second thought, I hurled it to the ground, watching as it shattered into jagged pieces. The sound of breaking glass seemed to echo my own fractured heart. Pain spiked through my hand as the glass cut into my skin, the sting a welcome distraction. I turned on my heel, pushing past Jimin, who had just come in.

“Y/N!” he called after me, reaching out to take my bleeding hand. “What happened?” he demanded, concern etched on his face.

“Hina...she called me a slut,” I murmured, voice barely holding steady. The floodgates opened, and before I knew it, I was in Jimin’s arms, feeling the weight of everything crash over me. The insult, the anger, the ache.

He pulled me closer, voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to Taehyung. He needs to cancel the project with her family—he doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.”

Just as the storm of emotions began to calm, the door swung open. Taehyung stood there, gaze dark, his presence filling the room. The anger in his eyes made my stomach drop, but Jimin tightened his grip, whispering, “Don’t let him get to you.”

But before I could take a step back, Taehyung grabbed me by the arm, pulling me close. His voice was low, dangerous. “Jimin, leave us.”

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Taehyung’s POV:

I waited until Jimin left before I tightened my grip, pulling her close, my hand gripping a fistful of her hair. “Slut,” I spat, the word tasting bitter in my mouth. She flinched, but I didn’t let her pull away. “I heard what Hina said about you. Empty classrooms. Boys lining up for you.”

She shook her head, eyes wide with pain. “That’s not true. I never—”

But my anger wouldn’t be silenced. “So that’s the kind of wife I married?” I whispered harshly, voice dripping with disgust. I dragged her into my arms, wanting to claim and punish her all at once, my hand tightening around her wrist, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch.

She struggled, but I only pulled her closer, ignoring her pleas as I dragged her out of the office, down the hall, and into my car. Her voice was small, pleading. “Taehyung, please...you’re hurting me. Let me explain.”

“Save it.” My voice was rough, unforgiving. Her sobs fell on deaf ears, every sound fueling the fire of betrayal burning in my chest.

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At the mansion

Once inside, I backed her against the wall, my hand sliding to her throat. The air between us felt heavy, tainted with anger and something darker. She stared up at me, eyes shining with unshed tears, her lips trembling.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, tightening my grip. “And you’ll answer to me.”

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