"IAM COMING, AND THIS TIME I WILL NOT LET YOU LEAVE.. I WILL BURN THIS ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD DOWN UNTIL I GET YOU, AND I DONT CARE WHO GETS BURNT."
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For eight years, Y/n has hidden from Kim Taehyung, the ruth...
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"...loving you is my sweetest sin and my heart will pay the price forever.."
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A/n's POV
The city lay still, bathed in the silver glow of the moon as it spilled through the balcony into the dark room. Smoke curled through the air, sharp and stifling, filling the silence with Taehyung’s quiet breaths as he dragged on his cigarette.
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He stood in the shadows, an emotionless mask concealing the storm brewing within, watching, haunted, as he remembered the sight of Jungkook dragging Y/N away—and the way she had let him.
He’d stayed away for eight years, letting her believe he was gone. He’d given her freedom, time to forget him, to think he was dead. He had done all that to become the man he was now—a king, feared, untouchable. But the truth had clawed its way back to him, like a wound that refused to heal. She hadn’t just moved on. She’d built a new life—with his Cousin brother, Jungkook, had betrayed him, taken what was his, claiming Y/N for himself, raising a daughter with her, a daughter who had unknowingly pulled at the strings of his cold, dead heart.
His chest tightened, a dark, sick rage brewing as he thought of Jungkook’s hands on her, his lips on her skin, his touch claiming what was Taehyung’s alone. The mere idea sent a shiver of violence through him, the urge to tear apart the life they had built together, to make them both pay for this betrayal.
A knock at the door shattered the silence. Taehyung ignored it, staring blankly into the night. But Namjoon entered, unbidden, standing quietly until Taehyung finally turned, his gaze cold and hard.
“Did you get what I asked for?” Taehyung’s voice was barely above a growl, each word laced with a barely concealed threat.
“Yes, actually,” Namjoon replied carefully, holding out his phone. “Vincenzo knew Y/N and Jungkook personally. He got into her social media profile.”
Taehyung took the phone, his gaze darkening as he saw her name appear on the screen—Jeon Y/N. The sight of it, her name paired with his brother’s surname, twisted his insides, making his jaw clench. He scrolled through photos of their life together—her laughing with her called family,
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