In the dark corners of her mind, Y/n thought she had buried him-*Kim Taehyung,* the man who shattered her soul fifteen years ago. Now, married to Jeon Jungkook, she believed her past was just that-a memory. But when Taehyung resurfaces, bringing wit...
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As Y/N opened her eyes, she found herself trapped in a dimly lit room, with shadows dancing omniously on the walls. The lines between reality and dream blurring as her heart pounded in her chest. She was back in the luxurious but suffocating penthouse, the same place that had once been her prison.
She crawled backward on the cold marble floor, her leg throbbing with pain. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the space as 'He' continued his rampage. With his cold, piercing eyes, he was a terrifying figure in her dream. He moved with a predatory grace, his rage palpable.
"Cheating on me, Y/N?" he roared, his voice reverberating off the walls. "How dare you talk to another man at the party! HUH?!!! You belong to me, only me!"
She trembled, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to plead with him. "I'm sorry,... Please, I didn't do anything wrong. Please, just calm down."
His laughter was cold and maniacal, a sound that sent chills down her spine. "Sorry? YOU THINK A 'SORRY' IS ENOUGH?!!! You think you can talk to any man and then just apologize?"
He swept his arm across a table, sending more glass crashing to the floor. His eyes were wild, veins standing out starkly against his skin, his entire body a testament to his uncontrollable fury. Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as she continued to crawl backward, desperate to put distance between them.
"P-p-please," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't mean to upset you. Please, let me go. Dont hurt me please." Y/n begged as tears were continuosly streaming down from her eyes wanting to just escape this hell and him
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. He advanced towards her with slow, deliberate steps, each one a harbinger of doom. His leather belt wrapped around his muscular hand, ready to punish her for the 'sin' she committed. She felt the cold, unyielding wall press against her back, her escape route cut off. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.
The room seemed to close in around her, the darkness thickening as his shadow loomed over her. The dream felt so real, every sound, every sensation amplified to the point of agony. She could hear his heavy breathing, feel his presence drawing nearer.
Just as he was about to reach her, his hand poised to strike, she let out a blood-curdling scream "Ahhhhhh!!!!!" a primal sound of pure terror and desperation.
Suddenly, Y/N's eyes flew open, her body jerking upright as she gasped for air. She was back in her bedroom, the familiar surroundings slowly coming into focus. Her heart raced, sweat drenching her skin. It took her a moment to realize it had been a dream, a haunting echo of her past.
