WHAT HAPPENED TO US ? | KTH FF

CHAPTER 26

Seungcheol's voice was thick with frustration. "I want another one, just give it to me," he demanded, his slurred speech a stark contrast to his usual composure. The bartender's refusal seemed to ignite a fire within him.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he pounded his fist on the counter, sending a cascade of glass shards scattering across the floor. The world began to spin, his vision blurring. He lowered his head, resting it on his clenched fist, the weight of the world seemingly crushing him. The alc0h0l had finally caught up with him, and darkness was creeping in at the edges of his consciousness.

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YN continued to apply the cool compress to Taehyung's forehead, replacing it every five to ten minutes. Her own body trembled slightly from the cold and the lingering worry about Taehyung's condition. He remained unconscious, his breathing labored and shallow.

She remembered vividly the fear and anger he exhibited when he was a child, terrified of injections. That same vulnerability surfaced now, a stark contrast to the powerful, often intimidating man he'd become. A wave of protectiveness washed over her. She had to ensure his safety, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

Her gaze drifted to his face, taking in the familiar contours: the sharp features, the long lashes, the small, endearing mole on his cheek. He was undeniably handsome, a Greek god in human form. A gentle touch brushed against his cheek, a caress that lingered on the soft skin. Lost in the moment, she traced the outline of the mole, a habit from their past. Memories flooded back - the playful pinches, the stolen kisses.

But reality intruded. Taehyung was no longer her boyfriend, the carefree boy she once knew. He was a billionaire businessman now burdened by pain and loneliness. Her hand slid down his neck, resting on his bare chest, exposed by the undone buttons of his shirt. His sharp intake of breath startled her as their skin made contact. A blush crept up her cheeks with a sad smile as she lowered her head, her heart aching with a mix of tenderness and longing.

YN closed her eyes, taking deep, calming breaths. The steady rhythm of Taehyung's heartbeat beneath her head offered a strange solace. Tears began to stream down her face, silent apologies escaping her lips. "I'm so sorry, Taehyung," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry."

The weight of her actions pressed down on her. She'd hurt him irreparably, driven him away with lies and deceit. Her stepmother's cruelty had forced her hand, but the consequences had been devastating. She'd lost him, and the pain of that loss was unbearable. Her sobs grew louder, her body shaking with grief. In that moment, the world narrowed down to her and the unconscious man beneath her, a stark reminder of the love she'd lost and the mistakes she'd made.

But Taehyung thought she cheated him with Seungcheol, because he was rich, he thought YN was always after money, She was afterhim onky for her sexual desires, and fun.

YN's voice, choked with sobs, broke the silence. "I could never cheat on you, my love... never..." Her words were lost in a torrent of tears as she clung to him. The emotional turmoil of the past few hours was finally catching up with her.

She looked up at his unconscious face, her heart aching. He was so vulnerable, so broken. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his warm skin. The kiss was a desperate plea, a silent promise of her unwavering love. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the warmth of his skin.

Taehyung's POV

A sense of disorientation washed over me as I slowly regained consciousness. I was tired, my body heavy, and my head throbbed with a dull ache. I could feel someone near me, a comforting warmth enveloping me.