𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟒𝟐:- 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘆

Nari's POV

"I'm kissing him...?"

The thought clawed at my mind, but my lips didn't move away from his. They lingered, pressing against his softly, almost tentatively.

My hands trembled, but I wasn't pushing him away. No, I was leaning into him, my weight resting on his chest like I belonged there.

I'm married... oh god, I'm married.

The realization hit me like a cold wave, yet it wasn't enough to make me pull back. I don't even know him-this man who now has my life wrapped around his fingers.

And still... why does this feel so strange, so unfamiliar yet terrifyingly right? Like this is where I've always belonged.

My body felt tired, weak, but slightly better than before. His medicines, his touch, his words-they were mending me physically but unraveling me mentally. There was an unexplainable pull toward him, like gravity, like I had no control over my own will anymore.

Why is this happening to me?

We kissed again, and again, his lips moving against mine with a calculated gentleness. It wasn't desperate, wasn't rushed, but deliberate. Every stroke, every touch of his mouth felt like he was weaving threads around me, trapping me in a web that I couldn't-and maybe didn't want to-escape.

And that gentleness... it burned me.

Jungkook was never like this. His kisses, his touches-they were passionate, consuming, leaving me breathless and marked. He took what he wanted unapologetically, with fire and intensity that made my world spin. But this... this was different.

This was soft.

Subtle.

Like Taehyung was imprinting himself into my mind, making me question everything I thought I knew.

My mind screamed at me-Jungkook.

But my body didn't listen.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "You don't have to fight anymore," he whispered, his voice low and intimate, making me shudder. "Just let it go, Nari. Let me take care of you."

My eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark gaze. There was something there, something unspoken, something dangerous. Yet it felt safe in a twisted way, like a calm before a storm.

"T-Taehyung..." My voice came out as a whisper, barely audible.

His thumb grazed my lower lip, lingering there, as if he were savoring the moment. "Shh..." he hushed, his tone soothing yet commanding. "No more questions tonight. No more tears. Just... stay with me."

I wanted to ask so many things-why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me? But I was too weak. My mind was spinning, my body betraying me, leaning further into his hold.

His lips brushed against mine again, slower this time, like he was savoring every second. My heart pounded in confusion, fear, and something else I didn't dare to name.

"You think this is wrong," he murmured, his voice a mix of silk and steel. "But tell me, Nari... doesn't it feel like it was always meant to be this way?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, screaming at me to pull away, to fight back, but my body stayed rooted in his arms.

"You're tired," he said softly, his hand moving to stroke my hair. "Let me carry that burden for you. Let me be the one who protects you now."