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

∆. Chapter 35 ∆ Can I heal you?

I sat in the dimly lit cafe, the haunting memories of that fateful incident, the merciless slap, the shattering of silence with angry shouts, and the eerie blend of laughter and tears, relentlessly echoing in my mind.

Just as the weight of my thoughts threatened to consume me, a voice pierced through the haze, a name uttered with an ominous undertone,

"Taehyung, Taehyung..."

I turned to find Joy, a cafe worker, her uniform amplifying her presence. Her smile, almost sinister in its timing, cut through the tension in the air.

Approaching her cautiously, I inquired,
"You work here?"
She nodded affirmatively with a smile that hid something deeper.

"You seem on edge. Are you alright?"
she probed, her eyes holding an unsettling intensity.

I stammered a response,
"Ah, yes, yes."

Her gaze never wavered as she suggested, "You know, this chocolate cold coffee has a way of making everything feel...amazing. Would you like to try it?"

I acquiesced with a sense of foreboding, "Ah, okay."

Her smile widened, revealing a hidden agenda.

As I took the cup, my phone rang, a call not from a friend, but from Jimin, a harbinger of impending doom.

His voice seethed with frustration, reminding me of my failure to bring someone crucial to our project. The tension in the conversation was suffocating, and I knew the consequences would be severe.

"I'm sorry '' I told him

"Sorry? Tae, where are you? Are you okay?"
Jimin's concerned voice pierced through the chaos of my thoughts.

"I'm trying to be fine. I'll call you later,"
I informed him before abruptly ending the call.

A gnawing concern lingered in the back of my mind. I couldn't shake the notion that
I needed to do something for her
, trapped in her abusive household, facing unimaginable darkness.

Joy handed me the coffee with a devious smile, and I muttered a quick

"Thank you"
before making a hasty exit from the cafe.

Upon arriving at school, nearly at the recess hour, I entered the bustling hallway, still clutching the helmet. Jimin and the others sat around a table, and my presence drew their immediate attention.

"Taehyung,"
Jimin called out, his voice a mix of frustration and confusion. He bombarded me with questions about my abrupt departure.

"Where's y/n?" I asked Jennie.
Did she arrive?"

Jennie replied,
"You should know; you went to get her. She hasn't shown up yet, and she might not come to school today."

" I m sorry I was stuck somewhere important "
I

apologized for the inconvenience, explaining the situation that had detained me.

Jennie reassured me,
. "That's okay. We managed, and it didn't go too bad. But you guys will have to meet with Mr. Yoongi soon.
The ominous mention of Mr. Yoongi hung in the air, intensifying the tension.

"Isn't that y/n?" Jimin exclaimed, spotting her in the distance.

"Y/n!"
Jennie shouted, capturing her attention.

Y/n gracefully turned toward us, her smile concealing the traumatic memories of our past encounters.

As she approached our table, her cheeks radiated a seemingly unaffected happiness. I couldn't help but recall the vivid images of her laughing and crying like a maniac, her cheeks swollen with redness. I hoped no one else would notice.

Apologetically, she explained,
"Is the presentation over I'm really really I'm so sorry. I was stuck somewhere and couldn't join you guys in the project. I was really busy with work."

"Sorry, Taehyung," she glanced at me, her eyes seeking forgiveness.

I merely responded,
"It's okay. Taehyung went to pick you up, though," Jennie chimed in, attempting to ease the tension.

Y/n's eyes widened slightly as she looked at me with a mix of curiosity and gratitude.

"Yes, but I was also caught up, so I couldn't make it to the location, or else I would have picked you up," I lied, noticing a relief wash over her face.

Jimin, however, was quick to notice something amiss.

He questioned her seriously, "Y/n, why is your cheek swollen?" His inquiry cut through the facade, unearthing hidden truths