𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 |•𝐤𝐭𝐡

Chapter 6

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She turned slowly, almost hesitatingly, as if her body needed a moment to gather the courage to face whoever had spoken.

Her fingers were still lightly resting on the doorknob when she turned around.

The moment her eyes lifted—

They met his sharp gaze.

Her breath hitched.

Taehyung stood only a few steps away from her, his tall frame blocking a portion of the light that filtered through the hallway window behind him. For a moment, Y/N completely forgot how to breathe. Her heart skipped in her chest, beating loudly enough that she was certain he could hear it.

She hadn't expected him to appear so suddenly.

But that wasn't the only thing that startled her.

It was his voice which was deep and calm.

The kind of voice that seemed to carry quiet authority without needing to raise itself.

The sound of it had sent an involuntary shiver down her spine, tiny goosebumps rising across her arms before she even realized it. It wasn't anger that had frightened her — she knew she hadn't done anything truly wrong.

Yet something about the way he had spoken made her body react instinctively.

Her throat felt oddly dry.

For a second she simply stared at him, her wide eyes reflecting the brief panic she was trying to hide.

Realizing she had been caught standing outside a half-open door like some suspicious intruder, she quickly cleared her throat.

The cough was a poor attempt to regain composure.

But before she could even step aside from the door—

Taehyung moved instead of walking past her or stepping back to create distance, he closed the space between them.

And then he bent slightly.

Lowering himself just enough to match her height.

Y/N's eyes widened immediately.

Her lips parted in shock.

She hadn't expected him to come closer. Not this close.

The sudden shift erased the small distance that had existed between them moments earlier. Now he stood right in front of her, his presence overwhelming the narrow hallway. She could feel the warmth of his body even without touching him.

Her back was almost brushing against the door.

Taehyung leaned forward just enough that his face hovered inches from hers.

Close enough that she could clearly see the sharp lines of his features.

The natural arch of his brows and The faint shadow along his jaw.

And those dark eyes that seemed to examine her far more closely than she was comfortable with.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.