𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 ★ || KTH ff

• Hawaii, lanai island

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In the dimly lit room, the only source of illumination is the faint light spilling in from outside. A shadowy figure sits slouched in a worn chair, lost in his own dark thoughts. His intense, dark eyes reflect his turmoil. In one hand, he grips a glass of beer, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on. His gaze is distant, fixated on the images of Seok and Millie, their closeness gnawing at him.

His anger boils over, and without warning, the glass slips from his grasp and shatters on the floor. Fragments scatter, and a stream of blood trickles from his now cut hand. The pain seems to amplify his rage. He rises abruptly, his chair clattering behind him. His bleeding hand slams against the wall, leaving smears of crimson as he pounds it in frustration.

"Why the fuck did you do this to me, vixen?" he roars, his voice echoing through the room. "Am I not enough for you? Am I just yours and you mine?" The anger in his voice is palpable, each word laced with deep hurt. He glares at the wall, his breathing heavy. "Until now, you’ve only seen my gentleness. Now, you’ll witness my passion, my limits, my madness," he declares, his tone a fierce promise of what’s to come.

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It was morning, and Millie was getting ready at home for the café. As she was preparing, the sound of the doorbell interrupted her. "Who could it be at this hour?" she muttered to herself, heading towards the door.

When she opened it, Taehyung stood there, his dark eyes still intense and his hair tousled. He was dressed in a black suit. "Taehyung!? I thought you were coming by tonight. Maybe so soon—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Taehyung cut her off. "Why? Do you not like seeing me?" he asked, his tone cold. Millie found his behavior a bit strange, but she didn’t let it show.

"Won’t you invite me in?" Taehyung asked casually. Millie nodded, and Taehyung walked past her to sit on the couch.

"What will you have? Coffee, juice?" Millie asked, trying to offer him something.

"You," Taehyung answered immediately, without hesitation.

"What!?" Millie was taken aback, finding his response odd. She wondered what was going on with him today, as his behavior seemed increasingly peculiar.

"Let’s get married, Millie," Taehyung said, standing up from the couch with his hands in his pockets. Millie froze, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. Taehyung reached out and took hold of one of her hands.

"We’ll be very happy together. I’ll always keep you happy," he promised.

Millie, though hesitant, tried to reason with him. "Tae—Taehyung, I think—you're not in your right mind. We can talk about this later; for now, you should go home."

As she tried to free her hand from his grip, Taehyung held it more tightly. "I've never been this clear-headed before," he said, his dark eyes locked onto hers. Millie felt a surge of fear at his intense demeanor.

"Tae—Taehyung, why are you behaving like this?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Taehyung's silence was heavy with unspoken emotions. His eyes, usually intense, softened as he looked at Millie with a mixture of regret and resolve. He gently placed his hand on her cheek, his touch tender but firm. Millie watched, her eyes widening with confusion and growing concern, as his hand moved closer to her face.

"I'm sorry Millie," Taehyung whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "But I have no other choice."

With deliberate, practiced movements, Taehyung retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket. The fabric was soft but saturated with a chemical odor that Millie couldn't place. Before she could react, he pressed the handkerchief against her nose.