𝗠𝘆 𝗨𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 || 𝗞𝗧𝗛 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿| ✔︎𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱

Chapter 52

Y/N's fingers trembled as she turned the page, only to find it blank. Her curiosity grew stronger with each empty page, her mind racing with questions.

But before she could delve deeper, the door slammed open with a deafening crash, making her jump in fear.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to read that book?" Taehyung's voice was a thunderous roar as he stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with fury.

He snatched the book from her hands, tossing it across the room as if it were something vile.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she stood frozen in place. Taehyung’s anger was unlike anything she had seen before, and it terrified her.

He slammed the door shut, the noise echoing through the room, and advanced towards her with an intimidating presence.

His voice was sharp and biting as he grabbed her face, his grip harsh. "I told you, we don't need the past! Why can't you just listen?"

Y/N blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to form words under the weight of his anger. But nothing came out, her voice trapped by fear.

Taehyung’s expression darkened further, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Looks like you need a lesson baby gurl" he said coldly, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he wasn’t joking, and the realization sent a shiver down her spine.

Taehyung’s gaze hardened as he let the belt slide through his fingers, the sound it made against the air sending chills down Y/N’s spine.

She could see the intensity in his eyes, a mixture of anger and something darker that she couldn’t quite place.

"Get on your knees," Taehyung ordered, his voice low but commanding.

Y/N hesitated, her body trembling, but the look in his eyes told her there was no room for disobedience. Slowly, she sank to her knees, tears still streaming down her face.

Taehyung circled her, the belt dragging lightly along the floor, making a soft scraping noise that only heightened her anxiety.

"You need to understand, princess," he said, his tone almost condescending, "that actions have consequences."

Without warning, he lashed the belt across her back, not too harshly, but enough to make her gasp in pain.

Each strike was a reminder of the boundaries she had crossed. Y/N bit her lip to hold back any sounds of pain, knowing that showing weakness might only make things worse.

When it was over, Taehyung stepped back, his expression unreadable. Y/N’s body trembled, but she forced herself to stand straight, her head bowed.

She knew what he expected—she had to apologize, to show submission, to make it clear that she understood her place.

“Now,” Taehyung said, his voice low and stern, “apologize.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up at him, and without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Her face pressed against his chest, and the warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the coldness of his earlier actions.

“I’m sorry, Taetae,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

Taehyung was taken aback by her sudden embrace. He had expected words, not this.

For a moment, he stood still, his hands hovering above her, unsure of what to do. This wasn’t the first time she had apologized, but this time felt different.