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Chapter 22

The anticipation of waiting for someone ignited a turbulent storm within, stirring up a rush of sensations. The heart raced like a runaway train, while the mouth grew dry, each swallowed a struggle. Clenched jaws betrayed the inner tension and the stomach churned with nervous energy, leaving one feeling like a ship tossed in a tempestuous sea

The room was cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by the faint sound of Taehyung's uneven breathing and the occasional tick of the clock on the wall. Each passing second felt like an eternity as Taehyung sat on the floor, his back against the plush couch, his legs crossed tightly beneath him.

His slender fingers clutched a half-burnt cigarette, forgotten ash falling to the floor as he absentmindedly tapped it against the side of an ashtray. The smoke curled around him, casting a hazy veil over his features as he inhaled deeply, the nicotine doing little to calm the racing of his heart.

The anticipation clawed at him from within, a relentless beast that refused to be tamed. His mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. Where was Yoongi? Why hadn't he shown up as promised?

Three hours had passed since Yoongi had promised to come over, three agonizing hours of waiting and worrying. Taehyung had tried to distract himself, had attempted to lose himself in a book or a movie, but his mind kept drifting back to the same gnawing question: where was Yoongi?

His phone lay beside him, its screen dark and silent, no messages or missed calls to offer any solace. Taehyung resisted the urge to pick it up and check again, knowing that it would only fuel his anxiety further.

Instead, he focused on the rhythmic tapping of his feet against the cold floor, a nervous habit that had developed over the years. Each tap echoed through the empty room, a stark reminder of his own impatience.

As the minutes stretched into hours, Taehyung's frustration grew, a simmering anger bubbling beneath the surface. The sound of the doorbell shattered the silence, jolting Taehyung out of his thoughts. His heart leapt in his chest, hope surging through him like a bolt of lightning. Could it be Yoongi at last?

With trembling hands, Taehyung pushed himself to his feet, the cigarette falling from his fingers forgotten. He crossed the room in a blur, his heart pounding in his ears as he reached for the doorknob. But as he swung open the door, his hopes were dashed once again. It wasn't Yoongi standing on the other side, but a delivery person holding out a package

"Uh, sorry, I'm looking for Mrs Jeon yushi" the delivery person said, holding out a package.

The disappointment hit Taehyung like a physical blow, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He sighed and shook his head with a forced smile "Not me. She lives in that house" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he closed the door with a sense of finality. What Mrs Jeon was ordering?

Returning to his spot on the floor, Taehyung sank down with a heavy sigh, his body sagging with exhaustion. The adrenaline that had fueled him moments before had dissipated, leaving behind only a bone-deep weariness.

"Did he just ditch?" he whispered to himself, the words a desperate plea into the empty room. But there was no answer, only the echo of his own voice fading into the silence. Taehyung's heart raced as he felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The promise he made to Jungkook weighed heavily on his mind, each passing moment without Yoongi's arrival only amplified his anxiety.

Taehyung's eye twitched as the pressure mounted "If Yoongi doesn't show up" he muttered to himself "I'll go to his office myself" He knew he couldn't afford to mess up this second chance.