It all began when the nation's most renowned mafia entered the residence of Y/N, a modest young woman whose only aspirations were to complete her college education and lead a tranquil existence. Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to undergo a pr...
"Done!" I exclaimed, running my fingers through my hair as I settled back into my chair, a satisfied grin spreading across my face.
"Really?" Somi replied, hoisting herself up from the ground and approaching my desk.
I gave a vigorous nod, my eyes tracing the faint glow of the clock as it ticked closer to midnight. My fingertips still tingled from the last keystrokes, having just completed a tedious essay as part of our history project.
"Are you done creating the slides for our presentation?" I asked.
"Yeah, just finished."
Somi stood over my shoulder, my breath hitting against my neck as she leaned in to examine my essay, her eyes tracing the words with a concentrated gaze. A sudden flush of heat enveloped the room, intensifying as my gaze fell upon the undeniable evidence of my arousal. Shit, Jungkook. Why are you always so damn horny? I cleared my throat before rising from my seat and striding over to where Somi's computer lay on the floor.
"Somi, could you come here for a moment?" I asked, noticing a small error in the presentation. She nodded and took a seat next to me. "Take a look here. You see how this sentence contradicts that one?" I pointed out.
"Oh," she glanced around for a moment before her gaze settled on something beside me. "I need my Apple Pencil," she explained, leaning forward to retrieve it from my right. Her lustrous hair lightly grazed my cheeks as she drew back, our noses inadvertently colliding in the process. Our gazes locked, her emerald eyes meeting my warm, hazel ones. A brief moment of shared silence enveloped us, the air seemingly charged with a subtle yet undeniable tension. Her hands crept on mine as a gentle flutter of butterflies erupted within my chest.
I don't know how. Or why. But a few seconds later, our lips met.
It isn't my fault though—I swear. It just. . . happened.
~Y/N's (Your) POV~
"Y/N?" Taehyung's voice broke through my concentration.
"Hmm?"
As my fingers meticulously adjusted his tie, he patiently waited for the final knot to fall into place before slipping his fingers beneath my chin.
"What kind of party?"
"To seal a deal with my enemy."
"I—"
"You don't have to go. It's—"
"No. I'll go."
I didn't want to go. But I will—for Taehyung.
Mom used to say love did funny things to people. She never quite elaborated on the spectrum of its effects, leaving it to my imagination. But I can almost feel the weight of her unspoken stories, heavy with the notion that in her world, love wasn't always a gentle affair. The memory of that particular day remains vivid, the acrid stench of cigars seemingly seeping into every corner of our cramped apartment, etching its presence in my mind.
***Flashback***
"I can't believe you would stoop to such depths!" My mother's voice reverberated with a blend of disbelief and deep sorrow, her tears painting a trail down her pallid face.
"I did what was necessary! To damn well put food on the table for the both of you," my father bellowed, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of desperation and an unsettling intensity, as if a frenetic determination had possessed him.
"Selling drugs illegally? I expected better from you! You've disappointed me, Park Seo-joon!"
The resounding impact of a forceful slap reverberated, filling the room with a sharp, percussive echo. That's right. Park Seo-joon slapped my mom.
I sat in the corner, shivering in fear. Huddled with my head buried between my knees, my fingernails desperately clawed at my calves. Park Seo-joon retrieved a cigarette, drawing in the noxious fumes and then expelling them in a cloud of smoke. He proceeded to let out a string of curses, delivering a sharp kick to the table, causing it to teeter on one leg, before storming out of the house and slamming the door behind him.
Night after night, my mother and I sat in ceaseless anticipation, the passing of each night elongating into weeks, which, in turn, stretched into miserable months. I found myself waiting every evening for an hour, the cold wind slapping my face, hoping for his return.
He never did. And he left us in debt. Mom wasted away.
***Present***
I've been accused several times throughout my life that I tend to listen to my heart more so than my brain. Whether it's a good thing—debatable.
But, was I really that lucky? Did I just happen to find someone like Taehyung who automatically loved me? Or was I just a game piece in his plan? Would he get bored of me after a while? Did he even love me in the first place? He never said, "I love you." Would he betray me like my dad betrayed mom?
"All right, I'm heading to work. Remember, six o'clock tonight for the party, okay?" Taehyung asked, caressing my cheeks. I looked into his eyes. They seemed genuine, but—
"Yeah, sounds good," I said.
Okay, Chapter 14 is finally done! The story is going to get a lot more action filled, so please look forward to future chapters! Releases will also be getting longer—just a heads up. Anyways, thank you guys for reading and staying with me throughout this book. Things are just getting started! I also did change my username from "tater tot" to "tarotea" for no particular reason.
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