LOVE VS OBSESSION?
"You said you loved me, but I only ever felt caged."
Y/N never wanted to fall for someone like him-mysterious, broken, dangerous. But Kim Taehyung wasn't just a boy with demons. He was a storm she couldn't resist... until his love...
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I felt a tiny hand on my face, and as I turned, I witnessed her eyes ablaze with a fiery red, tears welling up.
"You," she spat out, her gaze intense.
Jimin intervened, restraining me with surprise in his eyes.
"What do you mean? I told you yesterday," I retorted.
Caught in my peripheral vision, Y/n turned away.
In an instant, I grabbed her wrist, encountering her large, enraged eyes.
"Leave," she demanded.
"First, let me explain," I insisted.
"You have no right to meddle in my life," she asserted, turning to leave.
"Y/n, try to understand. I know I have no rights, but what I witnessed then is etched in my mind," I explained, holding her hand tightly.
As she gazed at me in astonishment, taken aback by my words and actions, she questioned, "Who do you think you are? What did you see?" inching closer.
"I saw you," I confessed, lowering my gaze. "I saw you with your father."
"No no noStop, stop that!" she shouted, growing anxious, her breath quickening.
"Y/n," Jennie intervened.
"Jennie, just a moment, please. I'll fix this," I pleaded, signaling Jimin to give me some time.
"Do you need water?" I inquire, sensing her heightened breath as she looks down.
In that instant, I grasp what she truly requires—support, confrontation. Anxious recollections flood her, tears falling freely.
I resonate with her struggles, seeing echoes of my own.
At that very moment, I took small steps towards her, gently pulling her into my arms.
Our bodies fit snugly together, and I hold her close, enveloping her in a comforting hug. It feels extraordinary, an unspoken connection prompting me to press her even closer.
The simplicity of the gesture brings an inexplicable joy, a warmth that resonates between us.
Though the reasons behind my actions elude me, the sensation is undeniably amazing, and I find myself reveling in the closeness, savoring the preciousness of the shared moment.
With her face nestled against my chest, she looks up, and
