𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟒𝟒:- 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the room. Nari stirred, her lashes fluttering open to find herself encased in warmth.

Her body tensed as she realized where she was-Taehyung's arms were wrapped around her like a vice, his shirtless chest pressed against her side, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing steady against her.

Why am I leaning on him?

She didn't dare move at first, her mind spinning with fragments of memories from the night before. Her heart raced with confusion and dread.

She shifted slightly, trying to free herself without waking him, but her body felt unnaturally weak. She needed her phone-needed to confront Jungkook, though she didn't even know why her mind screamed for him in that moment.

Her eyes darted around the room, but her phone was nowhere in sight. A hollow pit of unease settled in her stomach. As she tried to wiggle out of Taehyung's hold, his grip tightened.

"Going somewhere?" Taehyung's deep, groggy voice cut through the silence, and her breath hitched.

Before she could respond, his dark eyes opened, meeting hers with a disarming softness that belied the possessiveness in his actions.

Their faces were impossibly close, and she froze as he leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on her lips. The gesture was so tender it made her stomach twist.

"Good morning, little bird," he said, his voice smooth as silk, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He sat up, pulling her with him, effortlessly settling her on his lap as if she belonged there.

She stiffened, her hands instinctively pressing against his bare chest to create some distance, but he only held her closer, one hand caressing her face while the other rubbed gentle circles on her back.

"You look a little lost," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "Didn't sleep well?"

Her voice came out strained, barely a whisper. "Where's my phone?"

His expression didn't falter, but the faintest hint of amusement glimmered in his eyes. "Your phone? Why would you need that right now?"

"I just... I need to..." She trailed off, unsure of what excuse to give.

"You need to rest, Nari," he interrupted, his tone soft but commanding. "You've been through so much. Let me take care of you. Isn't that why we're here? So you can finally be safe?"

Safe. The word hung in the air like a cruel joke.

Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to push herself off his lap, but his grip on her waist tightened just enough to stop her.

"Nari," he said, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes held a dangerous kind of calm, his smile unreadable.

"I'm here for you. Always. You don't need anyone else, and you certainly don't need to go searching for answers from people who've already failed you."

Her throat dried up as his words sank in, each one delivered with the kind of deliberate gentleness that made her question everything.

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her lower back.

She couldn't bring herself to respond. Couldn't bring herself to nod or shake her head. Her body felt like it wasn't her own, her thoughts clouded in a fog she couldn't escape.

"Good," he said softly, his lips ghosting over her temple. "Because I'll do anything to protect you, Nari. Anything."

The way he said it sent shivers down her spine, his words wrapping around her like chains she couldn't break.