𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞┃ 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐅 ┃

Epilogue -1

Fiora's pov

The next day, we were back on our way to Seoul, everything feeling like a dream. I glanced up at Taehyung, who was driving. I was sitting on his lap, after last night, he wouldn’t leave me for a second.

He said if he did, I would disappear and never come back to him, so he wouldn’t stop touching me. His hand rested on the small of my back, drawing lazy circles.

Last night had been the best night of my life. I couldn't stop thinking about it. My cheeks reddened as I remembered all the words he whispered to me, the way he claimed me over and over. I heard a low chuckle and looked up to see him smirking. The jerk knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Love," he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive purr,

"If you want, you can slide those panties to the side and take my cock like a good girl and ride me. I won't mind."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, making my flush deepen. I slapped his chest playfully and buried my face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Tae," I mumbled against his skin, feeling his chest rumble with another chuckle.

He tightened his grip on me, his hand sliding lower to squeeze my ass.

"You’re so beautiful when you blush," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Don't hide from me, Fiora. I love seeing how much you need me."

I sighed, my breath hot against his neck. "I just can't believe we're really here," I whispered. "It all feels like a dream."

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "Believe it, my love," he said, his eyes dark with possessiveness.

"You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. Last night was just the beginning. You’re going to be by my side, forever."

The certainty in his voice sent a thrill through me. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of my emotions. He kissed me then, a slow, claiming kiss that left me breathless.

As we sped down the highway towards Seoul, the world outside seemed to blur, leaving only the two of us in our own private universe. His touch, his words, his love—they were all I needed. And in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be, in the arms of the man who would do anything to keep me.

But mind wouldn’t stop racing. I didn’t know if Hyungie or anyone else would accept Taehyung after everything he had done. It wasn’t their fault, I needed to convince them.

This jerk not only messed up but also kidnapped me, keeping me away from them. The last night I saw Hyungie, I could see the hate and disgust in his eyes when I told him I wanted to return to Taehyung.

I couldn't be with Taehyung if Hyungie, Chan, or Seokkie didn’t accept him. But after the stunts Taehyung pulled, I doubted they would want him and me back together. Thinking about all this, my anger surged. I slapped his chest again, this time hard. He shrieked and looked at me, bewildered, asking what he had done.

I sat up and started beating him with my fists, slipping away from his lap to sit in the passenger seat. He looked at me with a mixture of horror and puppy eyes, but I just rolled my eyes.

"You can’t come close to me until you’ve convinced my friends and Hyungie," I snapped.

He winced, and I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I was done. I turned away from him and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. I heard him mutter something about how quickly my mood changed, but I ignored him. I needed to be strong.