His Devious Love✓(Book 1)

Revelations in shadows

Jungkook stared at the screen with bated breath, his heart racing as he watched Annie enter the apartment, lost in her own thoughts. Seeing her after so many agonizing days felt like a lifeline to him. Time had stretched like eternity during their separation, each moment without her filled with a longing that threatened to consume him. Tracing his fingers over the screen, he didn't realize tears welling up in his eyes.

"I miss you, babe," he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion.

Meanwhile, Annie sat at the dining table, her mind swirling with everything she had witnessed that day. The shock and disbelief still lingered within her.

"How can this be true?" she wondered aloud to herself.

She knew she needed to talk to Taehyung about what she had seen, but he hadn't returned home yet. A wave of nausea washed over her, a persistent feeling that had been haunting her for days now. She hadn't been eating properly, dismissing it all as stress-related symptoms.

Turning to head towards her room, Annie's attention was suddenly drawn to the door of the room that had always been locked. A dim light spilled from the slightly ajar door, catching her eye. She hesitated, torn between respecting Taehyung's privacy and her burning curiosity to know what lay beyond.

Standing before the door, she debated silently with herself. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she pushed the door open gently.

The sight that greeted her left her speechless, her mouth hanging open in shock.

Annie stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the sea of photographs that adorned the room. Each picture told a story of intrusion, capturing moments of her life she had thought were private. But it was the images of herself sleeping that sent a chill down her spine, revealing a horrifying truth. Taehyung had been entering her room while she slept.

The realization hit her like a sledgehammer. Fear coiled in the pit of her stomach, gripping her heart with icy fingers. The trust she had placed in Taehyung, the comfort she had sought in his presence, shattered into a thousand shards of betrayal. She felt violated, her sanctuary of sleep invaded and desecrated.

Annie's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, disbelief.

How long had this been going on? How could Taehyung justify such a violation of her privacy?

Questions clamored for answers, but her immediate instinct was to get away, to flee from the suffocating room filled with evidence of Taehyung's secret obsession.

And then her eyes traveled to a picture where taehyung's back was facing to the camera and a girl's hands were wrapped around his neck. She  looked at it attentively and then recognised herself..
But she didn't remember any moment like this when did it happen??

She backed away slowly, her breath shallow and ragged. Nausea churned in her gut, threatening to overwhelm her. Every corner of the apartment suddenly felt tainted, every memory tainted by the shadow of Taehyung's deception.

Trembling, Annie stumbled out of the room and retreated to the safety of her own space. She needed to process what she had discovered, to confront Taehyung and demand an explanation. But for now, she was consumed by a profound sense of violation and a desperate need to reclaim her sense of security.

As she closed the door to her room behind her, Annie sank onto her bed, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the enormity of the betrayal washed over her. She had trusted Taehyung with her vulnerability, and he had exploited it in the most intimate and unsettling way possible.

Annie knew that confronting Taehyung would be agonizing, but she also knew that she couldn't ignore what she had seen. She had to confront him, to demand answers and to reclaim her sense of autonomy and safety. But for now, she allowed herself to grieve for the trust that had been shattered and for the innocence that had been stolen while she slept.