𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟓𝟓:- 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

The car's engine hummed steadily as Taehyung drove through the silent streets, the dim streetlights casting fleeting shadows over his expressionless face. Nari, still unconscious, lay motionless in the backseat. Her body was limp, a fragile doll in his hands, and yet her presence in his car felt heavier than it had any right to.

Her father's pendant, still clutched tightly in her hand, was the only evidence that her past-her fractured memories-still clung to her. The symbol of a family she was never meant to know. And yet, here she was, tangled in a web far too complicated for her to even comprehend.

Taehyung's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, studying her for a moment. The fog still clouded her thoughts, but that wouldn't last long. No, Nari wasn't the kind of girl who stayed unaware for long.

Something about her made it impossible to be kept in the dark forever. He'd seen it in her eyes, the quiet suspicion, the desperation to uncover the truth.

But there were things about Nari, about the way she existed in this twisted world, that even she didn't understand. And the more she tried to force answers from people like Jungkook-like him-the more dangerous it became for her.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles going white. She wasn't his responsibility. Not anymore. Not since she chose Jungkook over everyone else. But something about her-something about the way she fought, the way she clawed at the truth-kept him tethered to her.

Maybe it was just the need to prove something. Or maybe it was something deeper. Something darker.

The car pulled into a hidden garage, its metal doors groaning as they opened to reveal the stark, cold interior. Taehyung parked the car, the only sound the echo of the engine cutting off. He sat there for a moment, breathing deeply, his gaze never leaving Nari's still form.

In the quiet of the garage, everything felt still. Too still.

He stepped out, his footsteps deliberate as he walked around to the back of the car. Opening the door, he hesitated just a moment before lifting her from the seat. Her weight felt different now, more fragile than it had when she had been defiant, alive with the spark of curiosity and fire. Now, she was just... empty. A vessel to be filled with someone else's plans.

The pendant still burned against his palm. His fingers curled around it, his mind briefly drifting back to the days when Sohee had been the one to fill the silence. But those days were gone. Lost, just like everything else in this broken world.

He carried Nari into the building, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space. This wasn't a place for her. Not yet. But it would have to do for now. He needed answers. And Taehyung was a man who would always get what he wanted.

Laying her down on a small cot in the corner of the room, he stepped back, watching her for a long moment. He didn't need to stay. He didn't need to care. But he did.

There was something about this-about her-that gnawed at him in ways he didn't understand.

Nari stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. The fog of the drugs was still thick, but she could feel something. The weight of the air around her. The unfamiliar scent of the room. And most of all, the heavy, suffocating presence of Taehyung. She swallowed, the dryness of her throat reminding her of how little control she had.

Her fingers twitched, the pendant still gripped tightly in her hand. Her mind felt fogged, but the sharpness of his words still echoed in her head. "Jungkook doesn't care about you."

It was a lie. It had to be.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized it could be true. He'd used her. He'd pushed her to the edge.