I LOVE U DANGEROUSLY II KTH

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Author's POV

You woke up with sunlight hitting your face. You tried to move, but something held you in place.

"Stay for a few more minutes," he murmured in a deep, husky voice. You stared up at the ceiling, your eyes filling with moisture.

"He did this… because of some lie," you thought. The memory of him hurting you haunted your thoughts, and you felt disgusted with yourself. You wished you could go back to your friends, to your family. It had been days since he took your phone, isolating you even further.

"It’s been a week since I lost my smile, all because of my parents," you mumbled, tears flowing down your cheeks.

One tear fell onto Taehyung's face, waking him. His eyes softened as he took in your expression, regret clear in his gaze.

"Y/N, baby, why are you crying?" he asked, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb.

You pulled away and tried to stand, but your legs gave out, weakened by everything you’d endured. The tears came harder, unstoppable.

"Princess!" he called, alarmed, rushing to pick you up in his arms. He sat back down with you in his lap, holding you close as you looked down, unable to face him.

He gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You hate me?" he asked softly. You shook your head without meaning to.

"I… I don’t—" you began, but the words caught in your throat.

"Princess, I’m sorry. I believed her lies, blindly. But don’t worry, she’ll pay for what she’s done." He scoffed, a smirk appearing on his face as he kissed your forehead. "Let me make it up to you. We’ll go out for dinner tonight, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered.

"Please don’t be afraid of me," he added, his voice softer. You nodded, and he brushed his lips against yours, sending a warm flutter through you.

"Ah, my Mrs. Kim is blushing, huh?" he teased, squeezing you in a warm hug that left you enveloped in his embrace.

Y/N's POV

It surprised me, this gentler side of him. A part of me resisted forgiving him so easily, but he made me smile today… and I hadn’t smiled in a while.

"Maybe I should forgive him," I thought, standing under the warm shower spray. After drying off, I slipped into a cozy outfit and went downstairs. He’d asked me not to wear my usual office suit, so I opted for something casual. In the kitchen, I busied myself with making chocolate pancakes. I needed someone to taste the batter, and as if on cue, I felt his hands around my waist, pulling me close.

"Am I falling for him?" I wondered, but the question faded as he nuzzled my neck, sending shivers through me.

"You mean everything to me," he murmured, brushing a kiss along my shoulder. His words stirred something in me, and then I felt something cool against my chest. Reaching up, I touched the beautiful blue diamond pendant he’d placed around my neck.

"It’s yours," he whispered. "I’ve kept it safe, waiting just for you."

I looked at him, bewildered. "This must’ve cost so much… why would you spend that on me?"

"It’s nothing compared to you," he replied, pressing a line of soft kisses to my neck. Despite myself, I felt warmth rising in me.

He turned me around, and I couldn’t help but admire him—the way his bangs fell just above his eyes, the way his white shirt clung to him, the blue and white pants complementing his striking features.

Before I could think further, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that stole my breath. I felt myself melting into him, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

We broke apart, panting. "Taste this," I murmured, holding up a spoonful of chocolate. But he took the bowl instead, trailing some of the chocolate down my neck as he followed its path with his lips, each touch sending heat through me.

Author's POV

Taehyung’s touch was intoxicating, leaving you gasping as he trailed chocolate over your body, his lips following every trace. He moved slowly, savoring each reaction he drew from you. He was no longer the fierce figure you had feared but a tender presence, intent on showing you just how much he cared.

Afterward, he held you close, murmuring sweet nothings as you lay in his arms. There was a warmth in his embrace, a sense of comfort that felt almost foreign after everything you’d gone through. You couldn't deny that he had a hold on you, a deep, powerful presence that you were starting to crave.

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Taehyung’s POV

Later that day, I found myself unable to stop thinking about her. My little cherry, so sweet and innocent, and somehow still mine despite everything. I should’ve trusted her from the start, but I had allowed jealousy and lies to poison my mind. Now, I needed to make things right.

I smirked, handing him a contract. “Sign this, and don’t ever come back,” I ordered, watching him squirm.

The memory of our morning lingered.. She’s mine, I thought, satisfied with my decision to handle Hina. No one lies to the King of Asia and gets away with it.

"Jimin-ah," I said, dialing his number. "Come to my office."

As he entered, I laid out everything. His eyes flashed with anger. "How dare she! And you—how could you trust her over Y/N, and go so far?" His glare softened. "Y/N is your childhood love."

Just then, the door opened, revealing Mr. Lee and his daughter. I bit back a surge of rage as Hina stared at me with that smug expression. I handed him a document detailing the termination of our project and a demand for repayment of all investments.

"Taehyung, think this over. You love my daughter, don’t you?" Mr. Lee tried, but I cut him off.

"Get out," I snapped, dismissing them.

Just then, Y/N entered, looking hesitant but so much more vibrant. I beckoned her over, pulling her onto my lap as her blush deepened.

"Y/N, you need something?" I asked softly, but she just buried her face in my shoulder, making Hina's glare even darker.

After Mr. Lee and Hina finally left, I asked, "Princess, is there something you need?"

Her voice barely above a whisper, she said, "Mom called. Dad wants to meet me... alone."

I kissed her, nodding. "Go, baby. But remember, you’re mine."

                   

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