An Alluring Mistake

Chapter 23

Taehyung stumbled into his room, the door creaking shut behind him. He collapsed onto his bed, his hands cradling his injured palms.

The deep cuts throbbed with every heartbeat, blood seeping through his fingers. Taehyung gritted his teeth, fighting back tears, not for the pain but for loosing her.

As he lay there, memories flooded his mind.

Few years back, when he was a extremely reckless and impulsive Taehyung and was always getting into scrapes.

One day, he had fallen while trying to climb a rusty fence. Rizin had rushed to his side, concern etched on her face. "Mr.Kim are you ok?? are you an idiot or something huh, what were you thinking that you are some sort of spiderman huh?"Taehyung shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing. Just a minor cut."

Rizin's grip on Taehyung's wrist was firm but gentle. "Don't lie to me. Let me see." Taehyung hesitated before surrendering his hand. Rizin's expression darkened. "This is deep. You need stitches," Rizin said, her voice laced with worry.

Taehyung pulled his hand back. "I'll handle it." Rizin's eyes flashed with frustration. "You're always so reckless, Tae..I mean Mr. Kim.. Can't you think for once?" Taehyung's face twisted in defiance. "I don't need your lectures, Rizin."

Rizin's voice softened. "I'm just trying to help you Mr.Kim, cant being your manager i do this.." Taehyung's expression faltered, but his pride wouldn't let him yield. "Just leave me alone." Rizin's eyes narrowed. "Fine, but know this, I won't always be here to clean up your messes."

But after a while she came back with the whole first aid box. Rizin knelt beside Taehyung, gently prying open his clenched fist. The deep cut on his hand was swollen and bleeding. "Let me see," Rizin said softly.

Taehyung's gaze remained icy, but he didn't pull away. Rizin's touch was warm and gentle as she cleaned the cut. Taehyung winced as Rizin carefully washed the cut, removing debris. Rizin's touch was gentle, but Taehyung's eyes still watered. "Sorry," Rizin murmured, "I know it hurts." expression didn't falter, but his heart raced.

"Don't move," Rizin instructed, applying antibiotic ointment. Taehyung's eyes locked onto Rizin's, his cold facade crumbling internally. He felt a flutter in his chest. Rizin's hands cradled Taehyung's, wrapping gauze around the wound.

Their fingers touched, sending shivers down Taehyung's spine. "Thanks," Taehyung muttered, voice still aloof. Rizin's gaze met his, concern and care etched on her face. "Take care of yourself, Mr.Kim"

Taehyung's mask slipped for an instant, revealing a glimmer of affection. He quickly looked away.
With that, Rizin turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung feeling lost.

Taehyung remembered how Rizin's touch had soothed his pain, how her calm voice had eased his fears. Now, alone in his room, Taehyung's thoughts returned to Rizin, "Where is she now? Is she safe? She was right no one else would be there to clean my mess..."

Tears streamed down Taehyung's face as he struggled to wrap his injuries. The pain was bearable, but the loneliness was worse. "Why did you leave, Rizin? Please come back, please forgive me, give your Taehyung another chance last chance, please I..I..beg you Rizin please, this Taehyung in dead living body without you, you were my life light..please come back..." Taehyung whispered into the darkness laying back on the bed. The memories lingered, a bittersweet ache in his chest.

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