𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 ★ || KTH ff

• I'm addicted to you

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A short while later...

Millie sits alone on the bed in her room, hugging her knees close to her chest. Her posture is tense, and her mind is a whirlwind of troubling thoughts. The isolation of the island, positioned at the center of the vast ocean, leaves her feeling trapped and helpless.

Even if she wanted to leave, the way out is shrouded in uncertainty and despair. The pain inflicted by Taehyung has cut deeply, and her heart aches with a longing for Sofia and Jessica, who she misses dearly. Her emotions are raw and vulnerable as she sits there, lost in her sorrow.

Suddenly, a knock breaks the silence, followed by the gentle creak of the door opening. Taehyung steps inside, his face etched with concern. "Why haven't you come downstairs for dinner?" he asks, his voice carrying a note of earnest worry.

Millie doesn't turn to look at him. Instead, she remains fixated on a spot in front of her, her gaze distant and unseeing. The silence that hangs between them is heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Taehyung approaches slowly, his footsteps soft against the floor. He stands beside the bed, his stance firm yet gentle, hands resting on his hips as he watches her with a mixture of frustration and tenderness.

For a few moments, he waits for her to respond, but Millie's silence is unyielding. With a sigh, Taehyung resigns himself to the situation and lowers himself onto the bed next to her. His movements are deliberate and measured as he sits down, close enough to bridge the emotional gap but still respectful of her space.

He reaches out with one hand, his touch soft as he places it on her face. His fingers carefully brush away the strands of hair that have fallen against her ear, his touch gentle and soothing. Despite his effort to offer comfort, Millie flinches at his touch, her body instinctively pulling away. She does not want to feel his warmth or acknowledge his presence.

Tears begin to pool in Millie's eyes, shimmering with the weight of her unresolved pain and anger. She turns her face towards him, her eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Taehyung meets her gaze with a look of deep affection and sorrow. His voice is tender as he speaks, "You must be hungry. Let's have dinner together."

He extends his hand toward her, a gesture meant to offer solace and a shared moment of normalcy. But Millie, with a cold and detached demeanor, pulls her hand away sharply. "I'm not hungry," she says flatly, her voice devoid of warmth. She turns her face away from him, closing off any possibility of connection.

Taehyung's expression falls, his own frustration mingling with a deep sense of helplessness. He sits quietly beside her, the weight of the silence pressing down on him. The space between them feels vast and unbridgeable, and he remains there, his presence a quiet testament to his care and his struggle to reach out to her in the midst of their emotional chasm.

Taehyung strides over to Millie, determined yet gentle. With careful precision, he lifts her into his arms, one hand positioned around her waist and the other supporting her legs. Millie immediately starts to struggle, trying to free herself from his hold.

"I told you, I'm not hungry put me down now," she demands coldly, her voice rising in frustration.

Ignoring her protests, Taehyung continues moving towards the door. "Stop wriggling, vixen you're making it hard," he says softly, though his tone is firm. He exits the room, carrying her with him. Millie glares at him with intense anger, her dark eyes glistening with tears. When Taehyung glances in her direction, she turns her face away, overwhelmed by her emotions.

He carries her down the stairs, heading towards the dining area. Despite her attempts to get free, Taehyung's grip remains unyielding. He settles at the dining table, placing Millie gently on his lap. She immediately tries to rise, but he tightens his hold around her waist.