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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43 : Lust?
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In that moment, my only wish was to prevent Taehyung from engaging in anything that could cause him pain or potential harm.
In my efforts to safeguard Tae, prompted by Hoseok's mention of Kevin,
I extended transparency. If Kevin's family held influence, I made a point to share details about my own family, ensuring an open connection between us.
Yet, in my perspective, it wasn't solely about family matters; it was all about Taehyung.
If Tae truly desires Y/n, he could go to extremes to conquer his love. Despite the recent developments that hinted at more than mere friendship,
I refrained from intervening, never anticipating that Tae would genuinely develop feelings.
Yet, facing his expression and hearing his voice now, I find myself in a state of both confusion and fear.
Observing Tae gazing at me with sincerity, he catches sight of my puzzled expression.
His eerie smile fades, and he turns his face away, adjusting his hair while reassuringly whispering, "I'm kidding, don't get worried, Jimin."
He then stands up, inquiring about " Sir Excuse me, May I question how the relocation of this rule is actually multiplied " as he approaches the teacher and retrieves his notes.
As I have always proved he's focused on his goals.
After the completion of most of our classes, a palpable silence settled between Tae and me, our conversation having been confined to the initial period.
The coach's voice shattered the quietude, announcing, .
"Guys, let's hit the field; we've got a match to get you into the game."
It dawned on us that this was a serious match, and we needed to bring our A-game.
The entire class rose, eagerly packing their bags to head to the field.
Cheers and well-wishes reverberated as everyone shouted our names, wishing us luck. Grateful for the support,
Tae and I acknowledged the encouragement before making our way to the changing rooms.
