A Love so far (Taehyung ff)

8) I love u!!!

I stood outside Miss Yn's door, my heart racing with anticipation. I had been trying to reach her , but she had been avoiding me, cutting off my calls and ignoring my messages. But I couldn't give up. I had to see her, had to talk to her. So I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a moment, it opened, and Miss Yn stood before us, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sight of the three of us.
"Who is he?" she asked Ana, her voice firm but polite.
Ana opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Miss Yn's eyes shifted to Manager Kang. And I knew she understood. She knew that I was the one who had been calling her, who had been trying to reach her. She tried to close the door, to shut me out again. But I was too quick. "Miss Yn, wait," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Mr. Kim, I've asked you repeatedly to leave me alone," she said, her voice rising. "Why won't you listen?"
I took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to respond. "I know I've been persistent, Miss Yn," I said, trying to sound as persuasive as possible. "But I promise I'm not here to bother you. My fans are waiting outside, and they're getting restless. If you could just grant me a few minutes of your time, I would be eternally grateful." Miss Yn scowled, her expression incredulous. "Your fans? You're using your fans as an excuse to harass me?" I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was right. I had been so focused on my own feelings, my own desires, that I hadn't stopped to consider hers. "Miss Yn, I-" I started to say, but she cut me off. "No, Mr. Kim," she said, her voice cold. "I don't want to hear it. Just leave me alone."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the hallway, feeling defeated and ashamed. But then, something inside me snapped. I couldn't just leave her like this. I had to make her understand.I took a step forward, and then another, until I was right behind her. And then, without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
At first, she stiffened, her body rigid with resistance. But then, slowly, she began to relax, her body softening against mine.
"I'm sorry, Miss Yn," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry"
And to my surprise, she started to cry, her body shaking with sobs. I held her tighter, trying to comfort her, trying to make her feel better. As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that something had shifted. Something had changed. And I knew that I would never let her go again.

I held her tight, trying to comfort her, but suddenly she pushed me harshly, her hands shoving against my chest. I stumbled backward, caught off guard by the sudden movement.
"Get away from me!" she shouted, her eyes blazing with anger. "Don't touch me!"
I raised my hands, palms up, trying to placate her. "Miss Yn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
But she was beyond reason. She glared at me, her face twisted in a mixture of anger and hurt. "You have no right to touch me," she spat. "You have no right to even be here." I took a step back, trying to give her space. But my eyes never left hers. I could see the pain there, the hurt and the anger. And I knew that I had caused it. "Miss Yn, please," I said, my voice soft. "Just listen to me. I want to explain." But she was having none of it. She turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the hallway, feeling defeated and ashamed.
I watched her go, feeling a pang of regret. I had gone too far.But as I stood there, I knew that I couldn't give up. I had to make things right. I had to prove to her that I was genuine, that I cared.
I took a deep breath and followed her, determined to make things right. But as I reached the door, I hesitated. Maybe I should just leave her alone. Maybe I should just give her space. But something inside me refused to give up. I opened the door and stepped inside, determined to make things right.

I locked the door, leaving Kang and Ana outside, and approached Miss Yn. She was standing by the window, her back to me, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
"Doll, I'm so sorry," I said, using the nickname that her late husband Nish had given her.
She turned to me, her eyes red-rimmed, her face streaked with tears.
"Mr. Kim, how dare you use that name," she said, her voice shaking with anger.
"I'm sorry, Doll," I said, taking a step closer. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just want to make things right between us."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears.
"That name was given to me by Nish," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was the only one who called me that."
I took another step closer, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I know, Doll," I said. "And I'm sorry if I overstepped. But I want you to know that I care for you deeply. I want to be here for you, to support you, to love you."
She looked at me, her eyes searching.
"Why are you doing this, Mr. Kim?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Because I love you, Doll," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth. "I know it's fast, I know it's crazy, but I can't help it. I feel it in my bones, in my heart. I love you."
She stared at me, her eyes wide, her face pale.
"Mr. Kim, I don't know what to say," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You don't have to say anything, Doll," I said, taking another step closer. "Just know that I'm here for you, that I'll always be here for you. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, to make you feel loved."
As I stood there, looking at her, I knew that I would do anything to make her happy. I would wait for her, forever if I had to. Because I loved her, with all my heart and soul.