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With my eyes still closed, a warm presence enveloped me, strong arms wrapping around my shoulders like a comforting blanket.
A faint smile tugged at my lips as I mumbled, “Tae, can you get me some water? My throat feels so dry.” I rubbed my head gently, wincing as a sharp throb pulsed through my temples, a reminder of the night’s indulgence.
But instead of the familiar, soothing voice I longed for, an unsettling silence hung in the air, thick and disorienting.
I shifted slightly, feeling the warmth beside me, and opened my eyes, half-expecting to see Taehyung’s comforting smile.
My breath caught as I registered the sight of Jungkook, sleeping so peacefully, his dark hair tousled and lips slightly parted.
A rush of emotions surged through me, the jolt of surprise pushing the pain in my head aside for a moment.
What was he doing here?
Heart racing, I shot upright, scanning the dim room around me. The soft light filtered through the curtains, illuminating scattered clothes and remnants of last night’s chaos.
No, no, this can’t be happening.
My gaze fell to my bare skin, a chilling wave of dread crashing over me, icy fingers of reality gripping my throat.
I shook my head, desperate to dispel the horrifying truth, but it lingered like an unshakable shadow.
Memories flickered at the edges of my mind, chaotic flashes of laughter, the clinking of glasses, and intoxicating warmth that spiraled into reckless abandon.
Fear gripped me tightly as I tried to piece together what had happened, each thought more frantic than the last.
Flashes of the previous night flooded back, each one more vivid and shameful than the last.
An overwhelming sense of regret washed over me, a heavy weight settling in my chest.
“I betrayed Tae…” I whispered, my voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of my guilt.
