𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 ||𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫||

CHAPTER 51

(TIMESKIP: 1.5 months later...)

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The empty house stared back at me, mocking the memories of her that lingered in every corner, haunting my restless mind. As I took small sips from my glass of whiskey, each swallow illuminating the fact that I had already reached the bottom of two bottles, I couldn't find solace no matter how hard I tried. The absence of her presence was a slow and painful demise, consuming me from within.

The mission which was approaching me was the most important one. The one I've been working for all these years, day and night. But when the success is near to me, I can't even feel the pleasure but mere pain.

Was it all bound to happen like this? had I sacrificed all my dreams and life for this justice but now I feel trapped in my own problems which I have created.

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Shattered. The word echoed in my mind, like a mirror splintering into a thousand pieces. How could life unravel so completely? It was a sunny morning, the kind that promises hope and whispers secrets of better days. But then, without warning, the world tilted, and I found myself falling into an abyss of betrayal.

Trust, that fragile bridge between hearts, snapped like a twig. Everyone I'd confided in, everyone I'd loved-they were all part of this cruel dance of deception. The pain was real, gnawing at my insides, leaving me hollow.

And then there was Taehyung. His world, a canvas of nightmares, defied reality. Those hands-the same ones that had once held mine tenderly-were stained with blood. How could anyone wield such darkness? And why him? The revelation hit me like a lightning bolt: Taehyung, the man I'd known for years, harbored secrets darker than the abyss itself.

What shocked me more was the revelation. That he had known and loved me for five years? All those times. I was nothing but an idiot? Living in a brutal world created by my parents and the one whom I truly loved.

The black void within me grew, consuming my sanity day by day. Hatred for Taehyung burned hotter than a thousand suns, yet my heart betrayed me. It yearned for his touch, his warmth, his very presence. How could love persist in the face of such malevolence?

Even now, after the truth clawed its way to the surface, I couldn't unlove him. Was my heart a traitor, or was this love's twisted essence? I chose denial, a fragile shield against the storm. Once, I'd believed in love's purity; now, I stood on the precipice, teetering between loathing and longing.

But I choose to deny the fact. I choose to stop listening to my heart. For all, once I believed in my heart and today I stand here.

I was always right. About love.
Love is to loathe, Love, they say, is a sweet poison. It seeps into your veins, intoxicating reason, blurring lines until pain and pleasure merge.

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For the past week, I've been feeling off. Every meal ends with a queasy feeling, like I'm on a boat in a stormy sea. I thought it might be stress or lack of sleep.

I feel tired all the time, like I've run a marathon without moving an inch. Nausea is constant , making me feel like I'm on a never-ending car ride.

There are small changes too. My nose picks up smells more than usual, and I've been craving strange foods. My moods swing like a pendulum. These changes are subtle, easy to blame on stress or sleeplessness. But a small voice inside me wonders if there's more to it. Could I be...? No, surely not. But the question remains, adding to my confusion.