Taehyung rested the back of his hand covering his eyes, seeking refuge in the darkness as silence enveloped him. He uttered not a word, drowning in his thoughts, until he sensed Ben’s presence at the threshold. As the door closed behind Ben, Taehyung slowly lowered his hand, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling within him. “How is she?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with concern.
Ben took a cautious step forward, his expression somber. “She has just calmed down. Mr. Kim… shall we take care of that wound on your face?” The suggestion hung in the air, heavy with unspoken worry. Taehyung instinctively brushed his fingers against his cheek, the sharp sting reminding him of the earlier confrontation. When he glanced at the back of his hand, he was taken aback by the smear of blood staining his skin. A twisted smile crept onto his lips as he muttered, “She certainly didn’t pull her punches…”
In that moment, the vivid image of Yn flashed in his mind—her face contorted with rage, eyes blazing with hatred, disgust, and unrestrained anger directed solely at him. The raw intensity of her emotions felt like a physical blow, deepening the turmoil already churning in his heart. It was as if she had wanted to kill him, to tear him apart piece by piece. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him both unsettled and achingly aware of the chasm that had grown between them.
Rubbing his temples with languid motions, Taehyung reflected on their recent meeting. He had always known, deep down, that she couldn’t possibly be eager to see him again. There had always been a gnawing fear nestled in his heart, whispering that her feelings for him had morphed into something dark and hostile. But seeing it so starkly in her eyes rattled him to his core, shattering any remnants of hope he had clung to. The reality of her disdain was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving him grappling with the haunting question:
According to Taehyung's meticulously crafted plans, everything should have wrapped up smoothly after he sent Yn and Roger away. They were supposed to disappear from his life, allowing him to regain control and refocus on his objectives. They were supposed to return to a semblance of normalcy, each one healing in their own way. However, when Ben suddenly informed him of Yn’s condition, he felt an overwhelming surge of emotion that completely derailed his intentions. Taehyung found himself unable to rein in his emotions. Instead of sticking to the carefully laid out course, he found himself making an impulsive decision. In an instant, he abandoned his carefully laid strategy and did the unthinkable—he agreed to come to the hospital.
The reality of Yn’s rejection and deep-seated loathing for him was another unexpected twist he hadn’t prepared for. The revelation that she rejected him so vehemently, that she loathed him, was a devastating twist he hadn’t anticipated. Taehyung closed his eyes, trying to find solace in the darkness, to gather his thoughts. The stormy turmoil that had roiled within him since he witnessed her fall from the building had calmed slightly upon hearing she was safe. Yet now as he recalled the venomous glare she had directed at him, that inner tempest threatened to rear its ugly head once more threatening to break free.
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His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]
Fanfic"Obsession isn't love; it's a cage wrapped in silk, enticing yet suffocating." "In a world painted with shadows, where desire meets despair, the lines between love and obsession blur." "Love is a double-edged sword; it can save you or destroy you, d...