Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

Chapter 73

Two Years Later: 

As Taehyung sat in the quiet of their home, sunlight streaming through the open windows, he found himself reflecting on the last two years. Seeking therapy had been the best decision of his life, and it was all because of Sia. It hadn’t been easy to admit that he needed help, to confront the darkness within himself, but when he thought back on everything—on who he used to be—it felt like another lifetime. A version of him that no longer existed, buried in the wreckage of his past.

He wasn’t that controlling, obsessed man anymore. The endless sessions of therapy had peeled away the layers of his anger and possessiveness, forcing him to look at himself with a clarity he had never known before. The rage that used to consume him, that had turned him into someone he could barely recognize, had slowly faded. He had learned to control it, to sit with his emotions without letting them take over. The very flaws that had driven Sia away, that had nearly destroyed everything, were no longer the center of his existence.

But it had come at a cost—one he couldn’t ignore.

Every time he thought about Jungkook and the kids, his chest tightened with guilt. The image of their lifeless bodies haunted him in quiet moments like these. He had been blind back then, consumed by his need for control, for ownership, as if love could be possessed like a piece of property. The thought of Sia loving someone else, of her slipping through his fingers, had driven him to madness. He had taken everything from her, destroyed her chance at happiness, and stained his own hands in the process.

He felt guilty. Deeply. But not enough to let her go.

That was the most painful truth of all. Despite everything, despite the clarity therapy had brought, he still couldn’t imagine a life without Sia. She was his life. The only person who had ever mattered. No matter how wrong he had been, no matter how much blood was on his hands, he couldn’t bring himself to free her. He couldn’t live without her. She was the air he breathed, the pulse in his veins. The one thing that made him feel human, even after everything he had done

He loved her with a depth that terrified him, a love that wasn’t born of obsession anymore, but something deeper, more consuming.

And yet… things were different now.

He had changed. Truly. The man he was before, the man who had tried to control every aspect of Sia’s life, was gone. Sia saw it too. She wasn’t that rebellious, defiant woman anymore. She didn’t flinch at his touch or fight him at every turn. Ever since his behavior had changed, she had started to accept him. Slowly, cautiously at first, but he could feel it. She no longer resisted him with that fire in her eyes, the way she had in the beginning. There was a peace between them now, a quiet understanding that hadn’t existed before.

She listened to him without objection. It wasn’t because she feared him, or because he forced her to obey. No, she listened because there was finally a balance between them. He didn’t need to control her anymore, and that realization was liberating in a way he had never thought possible. For the first time, he found no reason to command her, to hold power over her. Sia was free in her own way, and in turn, he was free too.

He smiled softly, thinking about the way Sia had looked at him this morning—calm, composed, with a hint of something softer in her eyes. She liked this new version of him. It had taken time, but she had warmed to him in ways he had never imagined. The walls between them had slowly crumbled. She wasn’t the same, and neither was he. 

It was as though he had finally become the man she had wanted all along—a perfect husband, a man who could stand beside her without the weight of control and obsession. He had made a promise to himself, and to her, to be that man. Every decision he made now, every small gesture, was done with the intention of earning her love. Real love. Not the twisted, selfish version of it that had once consumed him, but the kind that gave without expecting anything in return.