"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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Taehyung's response was firm and resolute, his emotions still raw. "No, I still hate her," he stated, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger and resentment.
Taehyung confessed, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I hate her because every time I see her, I lose my control. I hate her because everytime I see her, my heart races, my hands...ache to touch her, to...caress her, to protect her." He paused,"I hate that she's becoming my...weakness."
Taehyung's confession grew more intense, and his inner turmoil laid bare. "I hate her because I know I can't have her. I hate her because I think..." he said, his voice faltering, "I'm falling for her, and it scares the hell out of me!" The raw emotions coursing through him were both exhilarating and terrifying.
Jimin's question hung in the air, its simplicity stark and profound. "You love her? Don't you!" he asked Taehyung, his voice filled with a mix of shock and curiosity.
Taehyung's voice trembled as he spoke, his admission filled with a mixture of vulnerability and resistance. "I don't want to," he murmured, his heart torn between his hatred and the overwhelming pull he couldn't deny.
Jimin's words cut through the air, a poignant observation, "But you love the hell out of her." His statement, more a declaration of certainty than a question, caught Taehyung off guard.
Taehyung averted his gaze, staring at the ground as an admission slipped from his lips, barely a whisper. "Yes, I do..." he repeated, the words carrying the weight of an undeniable truth he was reluctant to acknowledge. "Love her."
The gravity of the admission hung in the air, the silence speaking volumes as Jimin and Taehyung sat in the aftermath. Jimin's wide-eyed surprise mirrored Taehyung's inner turmoil as he struggled to accept the realization he had just confessed.
Taehyung, his expression now composed, stood up and smoothed down his blazer. He followed Jin-soo out of the room, leaving Jimin momentarily alone in the office, still grappling with the revelations that had just taken place. Jimin took a deep breath, attempting to gather his thoughts before following them out.
The three men entered the room, where they found Isabella and Soo-min already seated. Taehyung's gaze instinctively trailed over to Isabella, his eyes lingering for a moment before he quickly composed himself. He took his own place at the table, attempting to maintain a facade of professionalism despite the tumultuous emotions churning within him.
Taehyung couldn't help but notice the way Isabella ignoring him, her gaze steadfastly directed away from him. As their eyes briefly met, he observed her aloof demeanor, a stark contrast to the intense feelings he struggled to suppress.
Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed in irritation as Isabella ignored him, his patience wearing thin. "Isabella." He repeated firmly, "I want us to discuss the Paris project." But his words fell on deaf ears, her silence infuriating him.
