"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 next day arrived, and a buzz of activity filled the air. The office was abuzz with the hustle and bustle of the collaboration, with everyone bustling about, finalizing the details for their assigned pairs.
As Taehyung entered the lobby, his eyes immediately found Isabella and Joseph. They were engaged in conversation, their heads close as they discussed work-related matters. Taehyung felt his heart sink, a pang of jealousy and frustration washing over him as he watched the two interact.
Taehyung's inner devil was seething at the sight of Joseph talking to Isabella. He wanted to interject, to interrupt their conversation and pull her away, claiming her attention for himself. But the logical part of his mind took over, reminding him of the significance of the project for Isabella. He knew that she was focused and determined to make it successful, and he couldn't risk disturbing her.
Taehyung's thoughts were a tangled mix of emotions as he entered his office, his mind replaying the sight of Isabella with Joseph. He knew that she was under enormous pressure to make up for whatever had happened the day before with her father, and he respected her determination to succeed.
As he settled into his seat, Taehyung sighed and tried to push the images of Isabella and Joseph from his mind.
Taehyung continued to struggle with his thoughts, his emotions bubbling beneath the surface. He couldn't understand why the sight of Isabella and Joseph's closeness was affecting him so deeply. He took another gulp of water and ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down.
"Why?" he muttered to himself, his voice laced with frustration. "Why is it that their closeness is getting under my skin like this?"
Taehyung's inner struggle continued as he grappled with his emotions. He couldn't understand why he felt this protective urge whenever he saw Isabella in pain. Logically, he should have reveled in her discomfort, considering their tumultuous history. Instead, he found himself feeling a sense of protectiveness, a desire to shield her from any harm.
Confused by his reactions, he muttered to himself, "Why do I feel like tearing apart when I see her in pain? I should be happy, right? She's my enemy."
Taehyung's mind flashed back to the moment when he had exclaimed "She's mine" to Jimin. The words echoed in his head, their possessive undertone now standing out more than ever. He questioned himself, wondering why he had reacted in that way, why he felt a primal need to claim her as his.
"Why did I say that? Damn...I'm behaving like a bipolar sick!!" he muttered to himself. "Why do I feel this urge to make her mine whenever anyone gets close, touches, or tries to comfort her?" His frustration grew as he wrestled with his own emotions.
Taehyung's thoughts darkened as he recalled the memory of Joseph hugging Isabella. His lips tight, he clenched his fists in frustration.
"That bastard hugged her thrice," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Three times! From fucking Two different angle!!" The image of Isabella in Joseph's arms fueled his growing jealousy and anger.
