"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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Isabella continued, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and defiance. "Damn, a round of applause for your powers of observation!" she exclaimed. "You've truly caught onto my weakness! But you know what? My family may be my weakness, but they are also my strength, Kim!" Her words echoed with determination as she asserted the duality of her family's role in her life.
A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she continued, her mockery evident in her tone. "And what a fool I've been, crying while clinging to the person who was the very cause of my tears!" Her words were tinged with a mixture of anger and pain, as she acknowledged the bitter irony of her situation.
As she gripped the gun tightly, her words cut through the air, sharp and filled with bitterness. "You've said that you hate me," she stated, her voice cold. "But you know what? A love story is incomplete without the rational feeling... and so is a hate story without the rational feeling." Her smile was filled with mockery as she reached out to touch his cheeks, her gaze shifting between his lips and eyes. With a cold precision, she declared, "I hate you too, Tae."
A complex mix of emotions washed over Taehyung as Isabella's words sunk in. The pang of hurt stung him when she spoke of her hatred for him, followed by a shiver as she touched his cheeks. Finally, when she referred to him as "Tae," his heart raced with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. He stood there, unable to find the right response, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions her words had stirred within him.
She spoke, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade, "I hate you with the very depths of my heart, Taehyung. And I will make you understand the true meaning of hatred! An-" Her voice interrupted as Taehyung swiftly, removed her hand holding the gun from his chest and pinning her against the wall.
His other hand caressed her cheek gently, as he leaned in to whisper into her ear, his voice low and commanding. "Say it again," he huskily whispered, his gaze locked onto hers.
Isabella tried to push him away, her composure faltering slightly as a shiver ran down her spine. Frustration laced her voice as she exclaimed, "What the hell is wrong with you?" His sudden action had caught her off guard, and she struggled against his hold, her emotions a mixture of anger and confusion.
Ignoring her protests, Taehyung repeated his demand, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intimacy. "Call me 'Tae', Again!" he implored, his head pressed against hers as they stood there, their eyes closed. It was as if he needed to hear those words from her lips, to hear the sound of his name on her tongue once more.
Her tone lowered, and she murmured, "Move." The word held a commanding, yet almost sultry undertone. She tried to maintain her composure, but her voice seemed to betray a hint of submission.
It was as if her body betrayed her, her usual strength giving way to a feeling of vulnerability in his presence. In spite of herself, she found her heart taking control, and she repeated again, her voice softer this time, "Move."
