Taehyung's POV:
It's been two months since that night. That night when Suga finally unraveled his pain to us, when the darkness he had carried alone became ours to bear as well.
Everything changed after that night. We convinced him to stand against Agust D, but still, he insisted on staying close to us-never leaving our side.
It's understandable after what he's been through, after the nightmares that haunt his every breath. So, now, it's me, Jhope, and Suga, all staying at his home.
And Ria? Jimin? Jungkook? They're all staying at Ria's.
I try not to be jealous. I try, but the way Jimin knows her-every little detail, every hidden scar, every quiet moment she's had-fills me with this deep, unsettling ache.
It's like he has a map to her heart that I don't, like he's a part of her world that I'm still trying to break into. And I can't complain.
They've been friends since they were kids. He's her safe place, the one who's always been there. But it doesn't make the jealousy any quieter. It doesn't dull the way it burns.
It's not that I don't trust her-because I do. More than anything, I trust her. It's just that... sometimes I wonder if she still trusts me the same way.
If Jimin's presence in her life is a reminder of something I can never quite be. Sometimes, I catch myself thinking, does she look at me the same way she looks at him? With that quiet familiarity, like they share something beyond words? And maybe that's what scares me the most-the thought that I could lose her without even knowing it.
And Anya? She's at our house with my parents, I told her not to go but she insisted that she would inform us if something is wrong . But it's my dad who weighs heavy on my mind.
Mr. Kim. He knows. He knows I betrayed him, gave information to Namjoon. But he hasn't made a move. He hasn't said a word.
And that silence-it's driving me mad. My father isn't a man who sits quietly when someone crosses him. I've seen what happens when people betray him.
Yet here I am, walking freely, waiting for a storm that hasn't come. The waiting is suffocating. The silence is worse than his rage.
But right now, none of that matters because I'm going to Ria's. Two days. That's how long it's been since I've seen her, held her. We talk on the phone whenever we're free, but it's not enough. I need to feel her, to wrap her in my arms, to hear her laugh right next to me.
No one can blame me for being so head over heels for her. She's my everything.
As I park my car and walk toward main door, I hear something. Giggles. The sound of her laughter-light and carefree.
A sound I know better than my own heartbeat. The kind of laughter that always makes me smile.
But as I walk towards the pool, that smile vanishes. I see her. I see him. Jimin, in the pool, splashing her, water cascading around them as she giggles, carefree and glowing.
And it's like something inside me cracks open. The anger is immediate, visceral. He's too close. Too familiar.
I can't help the wave of jealousy that crashes over me.
As I watched them-Ria and Jimin-playing in the pool, carefree, laughing as if the world outside didn't exist, something inside me snapped.
The anger, the jealousy, it twisted in my chest like a wildfire, scorching everything in its path. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I didn't even hear Jimin's greeting. It was like white noise. All I could see, all I could feel, was Ria.
I reached out, grabbing her hand-gently, but firm. It was like if I loosened my grip for even a second, she might slip away from me.
I pulled her out of the pool, wrapping a towel around her, and before I could even process it, I was dragging her toward the house.
Jungkook appeared on the stairs, greeting me casually, but his voice barely registered. Nothing else mattered. Not now.
We reached her room. I slammed the door shut, locking us inside. The sound echoed in the silence between us.
She stood there, wet and confused, her eyes searching mine, trying to understand. But I couldn't care.
The anger was still surging in me, wild and raw. I started moving toward her, my eyes locked on hers, dark with the jealousy I couldn't shake.
"Tae, what's wrong?" her voice small, uncertain.
Ria's POV:
I don't know what's going on. He dragged me all the way from the pool to my room, not saying a word, his grip tight on my hand.
And now, as he shuts the door-no, slams it-there's something in his eyes. Something dark. It's not like him.
His eyes usually hold so much warmth, but now... now they're burning with something I don't understand.
As he steps closer, I instinctively take a step back. I feel my heart racing, not from fear, but from the intensity between us.
"Tae, what's wrong?" I manage to ask, my voice trembling under the weight of his gaze.
Taehyung his voice low, rough with emotion "Seems like you were enjoying yourself in the pool too much."
His words hang in the air, thick with meaning, laced with something possessive, something primal.
"I think I need to remind you who you belong to."
Taehyung's POV:
I couldn't stop myself. The jealousy was coiling tighter around my heart, squeezing the breath out of me. And then I closed the distance between us, claiming her lips with mine.
For a moment, I felt her freeze in surprise, but then she melted. She always did. And as we kissed, there was no room for anything else-no doubt, no jealousy, just us.
We devoured each other like the world outside didn't exist. Like we were the only ones left.
Her lips were soft, yielding to mine, and the anger that had been raging in my chest seemed to simmer into something else-something even more powerful.
I kissed her like she was my air, my lifeline. Because in that moment, that's exactly what she was. We only pulled apart for a brief second, gasping for breath, before I lifted her effortlessly into my arms, cradling her like she was something precious, something I couldn't bear to let go.
I laid her on the bed, her hair spilling like dark waves across the sheets, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
My heart was pounding, my body humming with need and love and jealousy all twisted together.
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Darkness Between Us
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