"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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As I leaned against the car, trying to regain my composure, a sudden brightness assaulted my eyes. Blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust my vision. My fingers instinctively reached for my gun, gripping it tightly as the brightness continued to threaten to blind me.
Through the blinding light, I could just make out a figure getting off a bike and urgently striding in my direction. The sight sent a wave of panic through me, as I couldn't tell if the newcomer was a friend or foe.
To my surprise, the blurry figure became clearer as it drew nearer. I could hear my name being called out. As the light receded, I could identify the person as...Taehyung. His voice was laced with worry, as he called out to me again.
Hearing Taehyung's voice calling my name broke through the haze of adrenaline and pain. His concern was clear, and his voice held an undercurrent of worry. My heart clenched, knowing that he had come to my aid without hesitation.
He approached me, his face etched with worry. His gaze swept over me, taking stock of my condition, and he finally asked, "Isabella, what are you doing here? What happened?"
His question jolted me out of my pain-induced daze, and I was about to respond when a thought crossed my mind. Why was he here in the middle of the night? I turned to him and countered with a question of my own, "What are 'you' doing here?"
His expression held a hint of surprise as I shot him the question. He replied, "I was just crossing through here, when I heard the sound of gun shots then I decided to investigate."
His gaze flicked to my injured arm, and his eyes widened at the sight of the bleeding wound. Without hesitation, he swiftly removed his shirt and began tying it tightly around my arm as a makeshift tourniquet to slow the bleeding. His actions were quick and decisive as he assessed the situation.
Despite my attempts to protest, he ignored me, focused solely on stemming the flow of blood from my wound. I tried to push him away, insisting that he didn't have to, but his attention was undeterred as he continued to tie the fabric around my injured limb.
The site of his bare chest sent a surge of heat through my body, and I couldn't help but stare at his muscular physique with a mixture of amazement and desire.
As he worked to stop the bleeding on my arm, I winced in pain. I was focused on his face, which was focused on my injured limb. Despite his rough appearance, his touch was surprisingly gentle. I watched as he secured the makeshift tourniquet tightly, his expression intense and focused.
Suddenly, the distant sound of a gunshot pierced the air, sending a jolt of fear through me. My adrenaline immediately spiked, and I quickly turned to Taehyung, pleading, "Taehyung, you need to go back. It's dangerous."
My heart was racing as the sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears. Desperation tinged my voice as I urgently urged him. "Please, you have to leave. It's not safe here. Go!"
