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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Y/n excused herself from Jungkook, slipping away to the washroom, her heart pounding and her hands shaking with anxiety. Each step felt heavier as the weight of her memories threatened to drag her down.
Upon reaching the washroom, she locked the door behind her and leaned against the cool, tiled wall. She gasped for air, her breathing uneven, as she tried to calm her racing heart.
Her mind was a whirlwind of painful recollections, and as she closed her eyes, the vivid images of Taehyung's tortures came rushing back. Her face reddened, veins throbbing painfully in her head. She could barely keep it together, tears threatening to spill over
Just as she was about to crumble, she heard the distinct click of the door locking. Panic surged through her as she spun around, her eyes widening in fear.
There he stood, Taehyung, his figure looming ominously in the doorway. His eyes were dark and menacing, a dirty smirk plastered across his face.
"Y-you?" she stammered, her throat dry and voice barely a whisper.
"Hello sweetheart. Missed me?" His smirk deepened, the tone of his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Y/n's survival instincts kicked in. She dashed toward the door, desperate to escape, but Taehyung was too quick. He grabbed her from behind, his strong arms wrapping around her like a vice.
"Trying to escape, huh? Don't you dare act smart!" His grip tightened, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers.
"Leave me, please! Let me go," she begged, struggling to free herself from his iron grip. Her voice was laced with desperation and fear.
Taehyung chuckled darkly. "I haven't even caught you yet, darling, and you ask me to let you go already?" He shifted her hair to one side and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, his lips brushing against her neck. He left a trail of wet kisses along her skin, making her feel nauseous and repulsed.
"This time, I won't let you go anywhere. I'll keep you with me, my little wife." The word 'wife' instantly became cruel reminder of the nightmare she had once lived through. The forced marriage, the captivity, the endless torment. How she was forced to become his, without her consent
"No!" She finally found her voice, anger and defiance bubbling up inside her. "I AM NOT YOUR WIFE! And I won't go back to the same hell I escaped from." she shouted in one go, letting it all out as she breathed heavily trying to keep herself stable
Hearing her defious word, Taehyung's grip loosened. He took a deep breath, as if calming his inner monster from erupting and deeply asked "What did you say?", his voice dangerously low.
There was complete silence between them as Y/n tried to gather back her trembling body
"What did you say just now doll, repeat." He repeated again, his voice becoming more darker and dangerous
