❝𝐃𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞❞

❝𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈❞

Author's PoV
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The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You opened your eyes to find yourself tucked into your bed, the familiar scent of home finally calming the turmoil inside you. Two days ago, you had fainted in the hospital, weak from exhaustion and lack of food, but now, slowly, you were starting to regain some strength.

Mrs. Kim came into your room with a tray of breakfast-a warm bowl of rice porridge, herbal tea, and a small plate of fruits. She smiled as she placed the tray on your lap.

Mrs. Kim - Eat, darling. You need to regain your energy.

You nodded, feeling grateful for her care, but despite your appetite slowly returning, you found it difficult to finish the meal. Every spoonful felt like a reminder of how fragile you had become, and the thought of facing everything that had happened left a lump in your throat. The kidnapping, Minji's betrayal, and the tension with Taehyung-it was all too much.

Taehyung hadn't spoken much to you since bringing you home. His usual cold demeanor lingered, but there were moments-fleeting, subtle moments-where you could sense something else beneath the surface. He wasn't warm, but there was a quiet attention in his actions that you couldn't ignore.

Later, as you lay in bed, trying to rest, Taehyung entered the room, holding a glass of water and some medicine. He didn't speak at first, simply placing the items on the bedside table.

Taehyung - Take these, You need to recover quickly.

You sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in your body, and reached for the pills. As you did, you felt his gaze on you, sharp and unwavering, but when you looked up, his expression was neutral, almost distant.

Y/N - Thank you

you mumbled, unsure of how to navigate this strange dynamic between the two of you. He nodded curtly, his jaw tight, before turning to leave the room.

But before he reached the door, you stopped him.

Y/N - Taehyung... are you okay?

He hesitated for a moment, then turned slightly, his back still facing you.

Taehyung - Don't worry about me

he replied, his voice as cold as ever.

Taehyung - Just focus on getting better.

And with that, he left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Y/N in mind - Goshh what a stupid question I'm asking, he is definetly tensed about the couture. Who will be the lead model now!?

Evening time

As you sat on the balcony, staring out at the fading sunset, you felt a blanket being draped over your shoulders. You turned to see Taehyung standing behind you, his expression unreadable.

Taehyung - It's getting cold

he said simply, his voice low.

You pulled the blanket tighter around you, grateful for the warmth.

Y/N - Thank you

you whispered, unsure if he even heard you.

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The next day, you felt a bit stronger. The weakness was still there, but it was fading, and your mind was starting to clear. You knew the party was fast approaching, and though you weren't involved in the preparations, you could sense the tension in the house, especially from Taehyung.

He had been pacing the living room earlier, talking on the phone with his team about the last-minute chaos.

On the day of party

On the morning of the third day, the tension in the house reached its peak. The party was this evening, and Taehyung was still without a main model for the event. You could hear him on the phone, his voice laced with frustration as he tried to solve the problem.

Taehyung - Daisy's out, and Minji's not an option. What do you expect me to do?

he snapped at whoever was on the other end of the call.

You sat on the couch, listening to the conversation, feeling a knot of anxiety form in your stomach. The party was crucial for Taehyung's company, and without a model, everything could fall apart.

After a few minutes, he hung up the phone, his expression dark. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly stressed, and for a moment, you felt a pang of sympathy for him. Despite everything that had happened, you knew how much this meant to him.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, though you hesitated to say it out loud. It seemed absurd, but maybe-just maybe-it could work.

Y/N - Taehyung

you said softly, standing up from the couch.

He looked over at you, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Taehyung - What is it?

he asked, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

Y/N - I could do it,

you blurted out, surprising even yourself with the words.

He stared at you, his expression blank.

Taehyung - What?

Y/N - I could be the model

you repeated, feeling your heart race.

Y/N - I know I'm not a professional, but I know the designs, and I can walk the runway. I've seen it done a hundred times.

For a moment, he didn't say anything. He just looked at you, his eyes scanning your face as if trying to determine whether you were serious or not.

Taehyung - You've barely recovered, he said finally, his voice softer than before.

Taehyung - You can't handle something like this.

Y/N - I'm fine,

you insisted, taking a step closer to him.

Y/N - I can do it, Taehyung. Let me help.

He looked away, his jaw clenching as he considered your offer. You could tell he was torn-on one hand, he needed a model, but on the other, he didn't want to put you in harm's way.

Y/N - Please I want to do this.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly.

Taehyung - Alright, But if you feel like you can't handle it, you stop. Understood?

You nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. You had no idea how the night would go, but for the first time in days, you felt like you could actually help Taehyung, and that meant everything.

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🦋✨The end✨🦋