THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-23| EMOTION?!~

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Taehyung's POV

Confusion furrowed my brow as I watched Isabella turn and gesture towards the cars. The audacity of her plan was unbelievable. "You're going to take one of those cars?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. She just nodded in reply

Her stubbornness was infuriating, but I had no intention of letting her out of my sight. "You're coming with me," I stated firmly, my eyes fixed on her.

But Isabella, defiant as ever, protested, "No, I can go by myself." Her voice was sharp, filled with determination.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her stubbornness, muttering under my breath again, "You need chocolates more than a physiologist."

She shot me a shape glare, "What does that even mean?" She demanded, her voice sharp, I can sense her patience wearing thin.

I repeated myself, my tone firm and unyielding. "You're coming with me. That's it. Now, don't waste time." I hopped onto my bike, expectantly waiting for her to join me.

Her frustration and anger were palpable. "What do you mean by 'wasting time'?" She continued, her voice laden with irritation. "If it's such a waste of time, why did you even bother helping me? Why didn't you just let me handle everything myself?"

I gritted my teeth, frustrated by her defiance. "You're not going anywhere without me," I stated firmly, watching her open the door to her car. "And stop being stubborn!"

I couldn't stand her stubbornness any longer. Frustration surged through me as I stepped toward her, my eyes locked onto her defiant expression. Without a word, I grasped her arms firmly and spun her around, making her face me. Her back hit the side of her car with a soft thud, trapping her between the metal and my own body. With my arms forming a cage on either side of her, I effectively caged her in, leaving her with no escape.

Their gazes locked in a heated standoff, their anger palpable as they glowered at each other. But as his eyes flickered down to her arms, his gaze softened, the sight of her wounds momentarily dampening his rage.

My tone dropped, "When I said 'waste of time,' I was talking about your injury," I clarified, gesturing towards her bleeding arm. "Look at how much blood you've lost, and it's still bleeding. You need medical attention and continuing to argue is just wasting more time."

I held her gaze, allowing her a moment to scrutinize my expression, searching for dishonesty. But there was none to be found.

I turned and began striding back to my bike, my words coming out as if I were explaining something to a stubborn student. "I know you can drive, but in your current condition, how are you going to manage?"

She remained silent, her body motionless as she stayed by her car.

I started my bike, revving the engine and accelerating forward. As I glanced over my shoulder, and looked at her, with a lighthearted tone, I playfully pleaded, "Please have mercy on me, I don't want the efforts I've put into protecting you to go to waste. Can't you see I'm begging here?" I noticed her approaching me, her steps hindered by a limp.

As she attempted to mount the bike, her injured state making it difficult for her to manage the task on her own. I could sense her hesitation as she hovered near me, her reluctance to touch my bare skin evident. I could see the struggle etched on her face.

"Hold me," I commanded in a low, gravelly voice, my command clear and straightforward. She reluctantly placed her hands on my shoulder, seeking support as she attempted to settle onto the motorcycle behind me. I could feel the heat from her touch against my skin, and I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure as I gripped the accelerator tightly.