Bound By Fate / KTH

Part 16

Y/N swallowed nervously, trying to read the expression in Taehyung's eyes. His gaze was intense, unwavering, but beneath the possessiveness, she could see a flicker of vulnerability. He was afraid, though he would never admit it.

Before she could respond, Taehyung's hand gently traced her jawline, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. His eyes softened for a moment, and he let out a shaky breath. "Do you understand why I am like this, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

Y/N's eyes widened. She hadn't expected this side of him—the crack in his voice, the subtle hint of pain. She nodded slowly, unable to find her voice.

"Every time I think about losing you, about someone else taking you away, it... it kills me inside," Taehyung admitted, his tone raw and honest. He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for a moment as if trying to ground himself.

Y/N felt her heart ache at his words. It wasn't just possessiveness—it was fear, deep-rooted and consuming. She placed her hand over his on her cheek, squeezing gently. "I'm not going anywhere, Taehyung," she said softly, the sincerity in her voice clear.

He opened his eyes, searching hers for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he let out a sigh of relief. His expression softened even more, and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Good," he murmured, pulling her into another embrace. This time, it wasn't suffocating. It felt safe.

But the moment of peace was interrupted by a loud knock at the front door. Taehyung's body tensed, and his eyes darkened once more. He glanced at Y/N, who looked just as startled.

"Stay here," he ordered, his voice taking on that edge of authority as he stood up. Without another word, he strode out of the room to see who had dared to interrupt them.

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he opened the door to find the guard standing there, looking slightly nervous. The guard cleared his throat, eyes darting between Taehyung's sharp gaze and the hallway behind him.

"Sir, someone has come to meet Miss Y/N," the guard announced hesitantly, glancing down to avoid direct eye contact.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his annoyance barely concealed. "Who is it?" he demanded, his tone colder than ice.

The guard shifted on his feet. "It's... Mr. Park Jimin, sir."

A dangerous silence fell between them. Taehyung's expression darkened, and the air seemed to thicken with tension. His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, it looked like he might lash out. But instead, he took a deep, controlled breath and stepped back, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Tell him to wait," Taehyung said, his voice dangerously calm. The guard nodded quickly and retreated, glad to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

Taehyung turned back into the room, his eyes meeting Y/N's wide, questioning gaze. She had overheard, and her heart started to race. Before she could say anything, Taehyung walked over to her, his eyes glinting with a mix of possessiveness and challenge.

"Your precious Jimin is here," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let's go see what he wants, shall we?" Without waiting for her response, he took her hand, gripping it firmly as he led her out of the room and towards the front door.

Y/N's mind raced, unsure of what was about to unfold, but the tension between them was palpable. Taehyung's hold was tight, almost as if he was afraid she might slip away. And in that moment, she realized just how far he was willing to go to keep her by his side.

Taehyung's jaw tightened as they stepped into the TV lounge. Jimin stood by the window, hands stuffed into his pockets, his brow furrowed with worry. His usually bright demeanor was clouded, and he seemed to carry the weight of something unspoken. His eyes lifted as he heard footsteps, softening when they landed on Y/N but hardening immediately when they shifted to Taehyung.