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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For a while, a profound sensation had stirred within me. Beads of sweat adorned my skin, and my breath quickened, yet I brushed it aside.
Exerting all my strength to open the door, a surge of adrenaline coursed through me.
Dizziness enveloped my senses, and my legs grew feeble with a sensational feeling I feel inside my pants.
A throbbing pain pulsed through me, and I succumbed to the ground, desperately grasping for stability.
Silence engulfed my ears, leaving me bewildered.
Amidst the haze, I pondered, "What is Happening within me?"
A headache throbbed in my head, casting a mystifying ambiance.
The mere graze of Y/n's touch on my skin sparks a cascade of sensations, causing a stirring within me and I can feel the enlargement insides my pants.
As she guides my body into an upright position, a rush of annoyance courses through me, tempting me to draw closer and feel the warmth between us.
Despite her attempts to communicate, her words elude me, leaving my ears numb to everything but the magnetic pull drawing me toward her.
As her hands extend, inviting me to rise, a wave of apprehension engulfs me, hesitant to touch those hands.
Yet, I muster the courage to grasp her offered hand, and as I stand, she cradles me gently, guiding me to a chair.
As I settle into the seat, my breath quickens.
Fetching a bottle of water, she reassures me with a comforting pat on the back.
With a delicate touch, she wipes my forehead with her handkerchief and tenderly pats my palm, while I just look at her
She gestures for me to drink from the bottle, and in an attempt to maintain composure, I avoid meeting her gaze.
Yet, an inexplicable allure captivates me as I find myself seduced and irresistibly drawn to her face and eyes.
Cupping my face, she delicately guides the water to my lips, and within that touch, a profound connection stirs,
leaving me undeniably entranced and remarkably comforted.
Losing control, I hurl the bottle and forcefully push her hand away, causing the water to cascade.
" What are you doing?" she questions, her voice now audible. I rise, heading towards the bathroom.
"Taehyung!" she calls after me, chasing my retreating figure.
