It was supposed to be an easy, unremarkable life for Mina. Or so it seemed.
The unraveling began when her sister, Alicia, gave her heart to Kim Taehyung. A man revered and feared alike, a being carved from iron will and unshakable strength, his ever...
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Taehyung stood vigil outside the bathroom door, his posture casual yet charged with an unspoken tension. The faint sound of water cascading within teased his ears as Mina rinsed herself, the air thick with a peculiar stillness. Leaning against the icy wall, his bare back met its relentless chill, the sensation grounding him in the moment. Shirtless, his hands buried in his pockets, he seemed to blend with the dim light of the hallway... A sentinel caught between desire and restraint, the cold wall his only companion in the charged silence.
The silence shattered as the bathroom door creaked open, its sound slicing through the still air. Mina stepped out, a delicate fragrance of flowers wafting around her, her damp skin glowing with a freshness that seemed almost ethereal. Taehyung's eyes widened for the briefest of moments, the sight catching him off guard like a wave crashing against the shore. Yet, he quickly composed himself, masking his surprise with an air of indifference, his hands still buried in his pockets as if nothing had stirred the storm within him.
"Thanks again, Taehyung," Mina said softly, stepping past him before turning to meet his gaze.
Taehyung felt his throat tighten, a reflexive gulp betraying his calm façade. If she kept looking at him like that... Those gentle eyes framed by damp locks and an aura that seemed to pull him in. He knew he'd crumble on the spot.
But then, like a seasoned performer, he steadied himself, clearing his throat to mask the inner chaos. "No problem, Mina," he replied smoothly, locking eyes with her.
To his surprise, her gaze faltered, and she glanced away. It was a subtle shift, but it was enough to make him think. Guess I'm not the one who folded this time.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his confidence blooming in the wake of that small victory.
"Alright, I think it's time for me to accompany you back to your room," Taehyung stated, his grin cool and effortless, like he was in complete control. Mina nodded in reply, her silence speaking louder than words.
He followed her to her room, each step deliberate as they reached her door. Taehyung handed her the flashlight, his voice smooth and casual, "Here's the flashlight in case you need it," his gaze intent on hers, as if trying to make their eyes meet.
Mina looked up, their eyes locking in a fleeting moment that seemed to stretch the air between them. She took the flashlight from his hands with a soft smile, her voice gentle as she said, "Have a good night, Taehyung."
He grinned, his expression one of effortless charm, "Goodnight, Mina. Sweet dreams." The way he spoke, with that quiet confidence, made him seem almost regal, as though the night itself bowed in his presence.
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Her mind was a whirlwind of chaos, a swirling storm of frustration and embarrassment as the events from earlier replayed in her head like a cursed record. With a dramatic flourish, she flung herself onto the bed, burying her face deep into the plush pillow.
