"We have reached," Taehyung’s deep voice pulled her from her thoughts.
He stepped out of the car and waited for her, but she remained seated, unbothered.
“Get down, damn it,” he said, frustrated. Her silence was irritating him. She wasn’t the same girl who used to argue with him; she wasn’t the same girl he once knew.
He opened the door and took her hand, dragging her with him. Her mind drifted back to Jungkook; he used to hold her wrist every time they were together.
She jerked her hand away. “I can go by myself; it’s not my first time here.” She walked past him.
Taehyung stared at her for a moment, shaking his head.
“Passcode?” she asked firmly.
His gaze never left hers as he replied softly, “Passcode... it’s 9457.”
Her hands froze upon hearing it. She looked at him with hurt in her eyes. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze.
She tapped in the passcode angrily. His heart sank as he saw her hurt expression, but before he could say anything more, she had already entered.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly.
She walked straight to the guest room, clearly familiar with the apartment. Taehyung watched her retreating figure with a deep sigh, feeling helpless. He knew he’d caused her pain but didn’t know how to make it right. He followed her slowly to the guest room, his steps heavy.
She headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower, not bothering to close the door. Under the water, she cried silently, hugging her knees to her chest.
Taehyung, hearing the water and seeing the open door, hesitated before approaching. The sight of her crying was a stab to his heart.
“Why? Why? Why did you do that with me?” she sobbed, tears mingling with the water. “I hate you; I hate you; I will never forgive you.”
Tears pricked Taehyung’s eyes as he watched her, a lump forming in his throat. He knew he couldn’t do anything but decided to get his clothes for her.
He stood outside the bathroom, giving her space. After what felt like an eternity, she emerged, looking pale and drained. His heart ached at the sight of her in wet clothes, her eyes red from crying.
His voice was barely a whisper as he approached her, handing her the clothes. “Change into these.”
She looked up with teary eyes, and his heart broke seeing her like this. She burst into tears and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. His heart raced as he hesitated before wrapping his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body and the calming scent of her hair.
“Shh... It’s okay. Don’t cry,” he whispered, his jaw clenched.
“Why are you doing this, Taehyung? Why can’t you let me go? I want to go far from here, where no one can find me,” she cried.
His heart felt as if it were being torn apart. “I can’t let you go, never if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Do you hate me this much?”
He shook his head adamantly. “More than you can think, but still, I can’t let you go.” His voice was choked with emotion.
She clutched his shirt tighter, her small body trembling against him. His heart ached, wishing he could take away her pain, but knowing he was part of it.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.”
“I want to die,” she whispered tiredly.
He froze, his breathing halting briefly before he took deep breaths. Pulling back slightly, he looked at her with panic in his eyes. “Have you gone crazy? You’re not weak, damn it! Never say that, okay?”
She stared at him emotionlessly, and he swallowed hard, searching her expression for any sign that she was still alive inside.
Please don’t do this to me... I beg you not to leave me. Not like this, he wanted to say but didn’t voice aloud.
She took the clothes from his hands and headed back to the bathroom.
He watched her go, feeling a mix of relief and concern. At least she hadn’t completely shut him out. He stayed near, ready to help if needed.
After a while, she came out of the bathroom, looking pale and with wet hair that dampened her shirt.
His gaze moved from his phone to her as she entered the room. He quickly set his phone aside and stood up, approaching her with gentle concern.
She lay on the bed without speaking, but he was worried if she had eaten anything.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he studied her face. She looked so fragile and vulnerable that it frightened him. He gently brushed wet hair from her face. “Hey,” he said softly.
“At least eat something.”
“I’m full of everything. I don’t want anything,” she replied coldly.
She didn’t look at him, but he felt the chill in her voice. He leaned back, torn between staying close and giving her space.
“Alright then,” he said softly, not wanting to push her. He struggled with whether to stay or leave.
“Go and sleep; you don’t have to worry about me. I don’t want your greatness anymore.”
He flinched at the word "greatness," a hint of a frown appearing on his face. She seemed to hate him more than ever, but at least she was speaking to him. He nodded slowly.
“I understand,” he said calmly. “Tell me if you need anything.”
She closed her eyes, her mind drifting back two months.
Taehyung watched her for a moment longer before quietly walking to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, looking back at her with a slight ache in his chest.
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His Devious Love✓(Book 1)
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