𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞┃ 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐅 ┃

One Hundred and-Nineteen [M]

Fiora's pov

I entered the house with my heart in my throat, each step towards Taehyung's room feeling like it was weighted with lead. When I finally opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. He was crumpled in the corner of the bed, looking utterly broken. For a fleeting moment, a spark of happiness flickered in his eyes as he saw me. But then, his expression shifted to one of bitterness and mockery.

"Oh, look who decided to come back," he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What, did you get back with your Hyungie here to get me beaten to pulp? Is that the plan now?"

His words stung like a thousand needles, and before I could even think, I launched myself at him. We stumbled, falling onto the bed as I started pounding my fists against his chest, my sobs shaking my entire body.

"Why can't you trust me?" I cried, my voice breaking. "Why can't you see how much I love you? I don't want any harm to come to you! I just want us to be together."

Taehyung grabbed my wrists, trying to stop my frantic beating, but I fought against his hold.

"You keep putting all the blame on me!" I shouted, my tears blinding me. "You act like I'm the one who's ruining everything, but you're the one who can't see past your own pain!"

His grip tightened, his face a mask of fury. "And what about your lies? Your secrets? How am I supposed to trust you when you kept everything from me?"

"Because I was scared!" I screamed, my voice raw with emotion. "I was scared of losing you, of you looking at me differently. But I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted you to understand."

He released my wrists, pushing me away slightly as he sat up. "Understand? You expect me to understand when you never gave me the chance?"

I could see the conflict in his eyes, the war between his love and his anger.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I know I messed up. I know I should have trusted you more. But I'm here now, Taehyung. I'm here because I love you and I want to fix this."

He looked at me, his eyes hard but flickering with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "And how do you plan to fix this, Fiora?"

I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady myself. "By being honest with you. By proving to you that my love is real, that I'm not going anywhere. But you have to meet me halfway, Taehyung. You have to trust me too."

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze never leaving mine. Finally, he let out a shaky breath, his anger softening just a little. "This is going to take time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," I replied, my heart aching with the weight of our shared pain. "But I'm willing to try if you are."

He reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a tear from my cheek. "Okay," he said softly. "We'll try."

As he pulled me into his arms, I clung to him, our tears mingling. It was a tentative step, but it was a step forward. And for now, that was enough.

In the dim light of Taehyung's room, the air was thick with unresolved tension and lingering hurt. But as he held me, I felt a shift-an unspoken understanding that we both desperately wanted to mend what was broken. We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, letting the silence speak for us.

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Fiora," he began, his voice a whisper, "I don't want to fight anymore. I just want you."

His words melted my heart, and I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. "I want you too, Taehyung. I always have."