“Should I show you just how much interest I have in girls?” His voice was a growl now. “Because you are my wife, and if you need proof, I can show you.”
Taehyung's grip on my wrist tightened, and his eyes darkened.
His body was so close, barely any non-existing space between us, making it harder for me to keep my composure. My breath hitched as I tried to control the rapid pounding of my heart.
"What do you take me for, Yena?" His voice was low, dangerous. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above my ear.
"Should I show you my interest in girls... my interest in YOU... by kissing you passionately?
"Oh, but too bad...that I already did."
"I’ve tasted those lips of yours." He whispered, his breath hot against my skin.
My heartbeat nearly stopped when he whispered, “Should I do something more than what we’ve done already?" His fingers traced my jawline lightly, sending shivers down my spine.
His words hung in the air, heavy and loaded. I swallowed hard, trying to control the chaos inside me. Every inch of me felt on fire, and his proximity was making it unbearable.
"Try me," he dared, his eyes sparkling with challenge.
My breath caught in my throat. Each word was like fuel to the fire. I could barely think straight as he continued.
"Try me," he repeated, his voice low and seductive.
"I can guarantee you that you won’t be able to walk once I’m done with you." His eyes flickered with something wild as he added, his voice filled with a promise.
“I can handle any sort of intimacy with you, but what about you, Yena? Can you handle me once I start?” He smirked.
I gulped hard. This was the moment I realized I had fucked up badly. Taehyung was no longer in control—his anger and frustration had morphed into something else entirely.
I felt a surge of panic. I had gone too far, And now, he was retaliating, testing the limits of my resolve.
Desperate to break free from the situation, I pushed him away, my hands pressing against his chest.
"Stop, Taehyung." I managed to say, my voice barely audible. I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Should I also assume that you like Jin and that you two are dating?”
I froze, utterly shocked by his words. He was turning the situation around on me, and it was too much to take in.
"Just enough with your nonsense, Taehyung!" I snapped, my voice trembling with frustration. "He's my friend, and you know that."
His expression softened slightly.
"That's exactly what I'm saying, MRS. KIM YENA. Jimin is my friend, and you know that too. Yet you chose to believe in this ridiculous nonsense."
His words were a bitter truth that stung deep inside. Before I could say anything more, he turned and walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The loud thud of the door slamming behind him echoed through the empty room, leaving me standing there in silence.
I collapsed to the floor, my knees hitting the cold ground as everything that had just happened washed over me. Everything was all too much. I felt the guilt hit me like a tidal wave.
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Arranged Art of Love: Diamonds and Dreams ( KTH ff)
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