"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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The door opened abruptly, a loud thud echoing through the room. And there he was, none other than *Ahem**Ahem* The Kim Taehyung himself. (I'm forgiven). Jin-soo and Jimin followed closely behind him, their faces betraying their confusion at the strange situation unfolding. But this time, Taehyung seemed to be aware of the source of his inner turmoil – a novelty for him, I must say.
Jimin, ever the mischievous one, couldn't help but whisper to the door as he entered the room. "If this keeps going on, buddy, I won't be far off from attending your funeral," he said with a hint of jest, as Taehyung kept scowling at the door in frustration.
Jin-Soo approached Taehyung with a glass of water, intending to calm him down, but Taehyung, in the midst of his anger, snatched the glass and hurled it forcefully to the ground, shattering it into pieces. The suddenness of this act startled Jin-Soo, causing him to take a small step backwards. Jimin darted over quickly and signaled to Jin-Soo silently, asking him to leave them alone for now.
In an outburst of anger, Taehyung furiously ran his hands through his hair, screaming, "I'll fucking k!ll that son of a b!tch!" His voice echoed through the room, fueled by intense anger and frustration.
The tension in the air was palpabe as Taehyung stood there, seething with anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his body tense, and continued to seethe and curse under his breath.
Taehyung's anger flared once more as he suddenly snapped. "How dare he hug her! He fu*king hugged her thrice!!!" he repeated, his voice filled with jealousy and anger.
Taehyung's anger escalated, his words growing more intense. "I'll k!ll him!" he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of rage and possessiveness.
Jimin approached Taehyung, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to soothe his anger. "Calm down," he said firmly, his voice laced with concern.
Taehyung's expression turned resolute as he spoke, his voice firm and possessive. "She. Is. Mine. Only. Mine!" he repeated, his words punctuated by the clenching of his fists and the gritting of his teeth.
Taehyung's voice intensified further, his possessiveness growing stronger. "And no other damn asshole in this whole goddamn universe is born to touch her except me!" His words echoed, his claim marking his territory. He calmly accepted her curse as a nickname from her.
Taehyung's breathing became heavy as his emotions swirled within him. His words were filled with a mix of anger, possessiveness, and determination. "She's mine," he repeated, his voice now hoarse as if he couldn't bear the thought of someone else touching her.
Jimin stood there, watching his friend seethe in anger and possessiveness for a woman once he had decided to destroy. He could sense the storm brewing, the calm before the chaos. But this silence would not be adorned with red roses - instead, it would be painted with the color of blood. The level of Taehyung's possessiveness and obsession was undeniable in the air.
