𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇

Chapter-19: Drunk

Millie

The party had started off awkwardly, but I was trying my best to enjoy myself. Taehyung had been by my side all evening, introducing me to his colleagues and business partners. Though I appreciated his gestures, the whole event felt overwhelming.

Out of nowhere, his hand wrapped around my arm, and he started pulling me away from the crowd.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?” I asked, stumbling slightly as I tried to keep up with his sudden pace.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he led me out of the venue, down the marble steps, and into his car. His silence was unsettling, and my patience was wearing thin. He drove in complete silence, his grip on the wheel tight, his jaw clenched.

When we finally arrived at the hotel, he pulled me into the elevator, his grip firm but not rough. I could barely process what was happening when he suddenly turned to me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said curtly, stepping out of the elevator and leaving me behind.

“Where are you going at this hour?” I asked, frustration evident in my tone.

He smirked, as if amused by my question. “I have something important to take care of.”

Before I could argue, the elevator doors slid shut, and I was left standing there, confused and angry. Who did he think he was to just drag me around and leave me without an explanation?

Back in the suite, I kicked off my heels and ripped off the expensive dress he had chosen for me. The fabric hit the floor in a crumpled heap as I slipped into my own comfortable pajamas. I felt a rush of satisfaction in reclaiming even a small piece of myself.

But the anger didn’t subside. The night had left me feeling like a trophy—shown off and then discarded at his whim.

My gaze landed on the mini-bar. I knew drinking wasn’t the best idea, especially not in this emotional state, but I didn’t care. I needed to numb the frustration that had been building inside me. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a shot. One shot turned into another, and soon, my surroundings began to blur.

By the time I stumbled back onto the bed, the room was spinning. I rubbed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but when I looked up, there he was.

Taehyung stood in the doorway, his face battered and bruised, his knuckles raw. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. Was this the alcohol playing tricks on me? But as he stepped closer, the truth became clear.

Taehyung

Dropping Millie off at the hotel didn’t ease the knot of unease in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man at the party—the way he hovered around her, the way he kept urging her to drink. Something about him felt off, and I couldn’t ignore it.

I turned the car around and headed back to the venue. My fists clenched as I scanned the ballroom, locking eyes with the man in question. Without hesitation, I stormed toward him and grabbed him by the collar.

“Trying to drug my wife, huh?” I growled before landing a solid punch across his jaw.

He staggered back, but he wasn’t one to back down. He shoved me hard, and soon, we were throwing punches in a heated brawl. Chaos erupted as guests tried to pull us apart, but I didn’t stop until my colleagues finally restrained me.

“Taehyung, what the hell happened?” Suho demanded, his voice filled with alarm.

“That bastard tried to drug Millie,” I spat, glaring at the man crumpled on the floor.

The room fell silent, and Suho nodded grimly. “We’ll handle this. Go to your wife.”

Still seething, I loosened my tie and stormed out of the venue. By the time I reached the hotel, my knuckles throbbed, and my face ached, but I didn’t care. I needed to see her.

The sight that greeted me as I stepped into the room caught me off guard. Millie was sitting on the bed, swaying slightly, her eyes glassy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, though the answer was evident in the half-empty whiskey bottle on the nightstand.

She giggled, her voice slurred. “You...you came,” she said, her lips curling into a goofy smile.

I sighed, trying to rein in my frustration. “Did you drink?”

She nodded, wobbling as she tried to sit upright. “Mhm... a little.”

I sat beside her, steadying her before she fell over. “Why?”

“I was waiting for you,” she mumbled, leaning her head against my shoulder.

Her words sent a jolt through me, but I pushed it aside. She was drunk, not thinking clearly. I gently laid her down and pulled the covers over her.

But just as I was about to leave, she grabbed my hand. “Don’t go,” she whispered, her eyes wide and pleading. “I want to talk to you.”

I hesitated before sitting back down. “What is it?”

“I... I feel different when you’re around,” she said softly, her voice laced with an honesty that caught me off guard.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her brow furrowing. “I never felt this way with Mingyu. But with you... it’s different.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn’t know how to respond, so I lied. “I don’t feel anything for you,” I said coldly. “You’re drunk. Get some sleep.”

Her face fell, and she pouted, but I ignored the pang of guilt in my chest. As I walked away, her sleepy smile lingered in my mind, and I cursed myself for letting it affect me.

No. I couldn’t afford to feel anything for her. This wasn’t about her—it was about revenge. Her family had ruined mine, and she was my pawn to destroy them.

I clenched my fists, reminding myself of my purpose. I couldn’t let her, or my emotions, get in the way.

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