"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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TAEHYUNG'S POV~
In a desperate attempt to regain control, I found myself splashing water on my face over and over again. The force of my hands hitting the countertop echoed in the silent room, mirroring the chaos within me. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my gaze locked with my own. My eyes, usually a calm oasis, were now a fiery inferno, reflecting the anger and confusion that was brewing within me.
I could feel the heat of my anger, like a relentless flame burning deep within me. Yet, I was at a loss, unable to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions that had taken over me.
Once more, my hands slammed against the countertop, the impact resonating through the room like a silent scream. I held my gaze in the mirror, watching as droplets of water traced a path from my lashes, through my hair, and onto the countertop. My eyes were ablaze with anger, the veins popping in my neck and hands standing out prominently, a physical manifestation of the storm within me.
Suddenly, he broke the silence, his voice echoing in the room,"You were about to ruin everything!" I found myself screaming, questioning myself, my voice reverberating off the cold tiles of the washroom. My hand slammed down on the washbasin, the impact resonating with the turmoil inside me. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why was I behaving like that?" I was on the verge of punching on the mirror when I felt a firm grip on my arm.
"What's wrong with you, Kim Taehyung?" Jimin's voice cut through my thoughts. "First, you abruptly leave the hall, then you act as if you've seen a ghost when you meet Isabella. And now, what the hell are you doing?"
With a swift movement, I pulled my arm free and shot Jimin a glare. "If I were familiar with these hurricanes that are playing inside me right now, then I wouldn't have been behaving like this," I retorted, my voice dropping with each word. "My anger reaches its peak whenever I hear about her! But when I faced her, I felt nothing. I was more shocked than angry. And after realising, my anger was on the peak like...like I can't even express my hate towards her."
Jimin looked taken aback, "Taehyung, you need to get a hold of yourself. You can't let your emotions control you."
I turned away, running a hand through my hair. "I don't have any emotion for her, Jimin. I just... I need some time to figure this out." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was, I was as confused as Jimin about my own reactions. I needed to understand why Isabella's presence was causing such a storm within me.
"The time I, look at Isabella, I am besieged by a storm of memories. I remember the day my mansion was set ablaze, the flames dancing in the night, consuming everything I held dear, It held my memories with my mother," I confessed to Jimin, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I remember the pain and anger I felt towards the person responsible for the destruction. The faceless enemy who had caused me so much turmoil. And now, standing before me, that enemy has a face - Isabella's," I continued, my hands clenched into fists at the memory.
