His Devious Love✓(Book 1)

Devasting Regrets

The apartment felt suffocatingly quiet despite the presence of all the BTS members. Jungkook's nerves were raw, his usual composure shattered as he paced back and forth. They had been searching for Her since last night, but with no luck.

"Why the hell can't you find her?!" Jungkook's voice cracked with frustration as he yelled at the person on the other end of the line. His heart pounded in his chest, every passing minute adding to his worry.

Taehyung sat on the couch, head bowed low, hands clenched in his lap. He couldn't bear to meet Jungkook's eyes. Guilt gnawed at him, making it hard to breathe. Jungkook had instructed their team to install cameras in Taehyung's apartment, hoping for clues. But Taehyung still couldn't accept what he had done, and the guilt was eating him alive.

Jimin approached Jungkook cautiously, his own worry etched deep into his expression. Placing a gentle hand on Jungkook's shoulder, he spoke with a mix of reassurance and determination, "We're going to find her, Kook. We won't stop until we do."

Jungkook stopped pacing for a moment, his shoulders tense with a mixture of anger and fear.

"She wouldn't just disappear like this," he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. "There has to be a clue, something we missed."

Hoseok spoke up from where he stood by the window, his voice tinged with concern. "We've checked everywhere she might go. Maybe she's with a friend?"

"She doesn't have many friends here," Jungkook chimed in, his brow furrowed in thought. "But what about her favorite spots? Places she goes to think?"RM said.

"I have checked everywhere," Taehyung interjected quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "And her favorite spot is just the library."

The mention of the library triggered memories for Taehyung—memories that flooded his mind with a mixture of fondness and regret. He remembered the quiet corners where they would often find themselves, engrossed in books yet stealing glances at her. Her presence had always intrigued him; the way she would furrow her brows in concentration or chuckle softly at a passage that amused her.

He recalled their cute bickering over book genres—her insisting on romantic novels while he preferred mysteries. Each visit turned into a playful debate, their banter echoing off the library's walls, drawing amused glances from other patrons. Her laughter was a melody he never tired of hearing, a sound that lit up even the dullest corners of his mind.

But it was her expressions while reading that truly captivated him. The way her eyes widened in surprise, her lips quirking into a smile or pursing in thought, spoke volumes about her inner world. Taehyung found himself admiring not just her beauty but the depth of her intellect, her passion for literature mirroring his own in unexpected ways.

As tears welled up in his eyes, Taehyung struggled to hold back his emotions. The guilt gnawed at him, knowing that his impulsive actions had jeopardized everything. He had crossed a line, driven by his own desires, without considering the consequences. The memories of their moments in the library now felt bittersweet, tainted by the knowledge that he had hurt her and betrayed Jungkook's trust.

He glanced up at the others in the room, their faces a mix of concern and disbelief. Jimin's eyes held a silent plea for him to reveal more, to shed light on any detail that could lead to finding Her. Taehyung took a deep breath, steadying himself before he continued to speak, his voice laced with regret and sincerity.

"I... I used to admire her in the library," Taehyung confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Her laughter, her expressions while reading... they were like pieces of a puzzle I wanted to understand. We would argue over book genres, and she would tease me relentlessly about my choices. It was... it was a different world when we were there, just the two of us lost in books and our banter."