"He never intended to love her, but she became the poison he couldn't resist, the addiction he couldn't shake."
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"P-please d-don't l-leave me a-alone" she said with a terrified voice and he just stared at her c...
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Taehyung was on the way to the airport. Though he wore a stoic mask, his mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty and frustration.
The sleek black car halted in front of the airport, Taehyung's gaze remained unreadable. The guards, already stationed at the entrance, snapped into attention. They bowed respectfully greeting him. One of them opened the door, and Taehyung stepped out.
"Good evening sir," one of the gaurd greeted for which Taehyung coldly nodded. He was clearly in a bad mood.
The guards fell into step beside him, they escorted him toward the VIP entrance. Another guard trailed behind, lugging Taehyung's sleek black suitcase.
Just as they were about to enter the airport, Taehyung's phone buzzed. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers tightening around the device as he debated whether to answer it. But when he saw the familiar home landline number flashing on the screen, something in his chest twisted, and he relented.
"What happened?" he asked, his tone icy and unforgiving, a clear warning to the person on the other end of phone carefully.
The maid's anxious voice trembled on the line, "S-sir... sir... actually... Yn mam..." She faltered, her words hanging in the air.
Taehyung's stride faltered, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the unease in her tone. Yn. Something was wrong. His grip on the phone tightened.
"What? What happened to her?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing, but a thread of concern creeping in.
The maid took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush. "S-sir... Yn mam... isn't at home... we searched the whole house, but..." Her voice cracked, and Taehyung's expressions changed briefly.
He halted abruptly, his eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and anger. The guards around him stopped, exchanging uncertain glances, but none of them dared to speak in.
"What the hell do you mean?!" he exploded, his voice echoing through the airport, drawing startled glances from passersby.
The maid's voice trembled on the line, "S-sir... watchman and guards... neither of them saw her... we don't know where she could have gone..."
Taehyung's fingers closed around the phone like a vice, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Go and search for her!" he bellowed, his frustration and worry boiling over.
He ended the call, his eyes blazing with confusion and worry. The guards around him took a step back, their faces pale.
"B-boss... what happened? You have your flight within—" one of them began, but Taehyung cut him off with a curt gesture.
