THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-63| THE PROPOSAL~

The day has come for the event. The hall is bustling with activity, designers, models, and event staff running around, making sure everything is in order.

Isabella stands off to the side, her eyes scanning over the beautiful dresses she helped create. It's a mix of pride and nervousness, knowing that these dresses will be showcased tonight and her designs will be on display.

Meanwhile, Taehyung is on the other side of the hall, talking on his phone, clearly focused on his work. Despite being busy, his eyes occasionally wander around the room, pausing on Isabella for a second each time.

Despite being busy, his eyes occasionally wander around the room, pausing on Isabella for a second each time.

Taehyung, his eyes still on Isabella, answers quietly into the phone, "Yes, it's true." He's trying to maintain a calm tone, but his eyes betray a hint of unease.

On the other side of the call, Jimin's voice comes through, tinged with disbelief, "Are you sure?"

Taehyung's eyes remain fixed on Isabella for a moment longer before he turns away, refocusing on the call with Jimin.

"I'm positive," he murmurs into the phone, still keeping his voice low. "It happened last night."

Taehyung continues, his voice soft yet firm.

"It's not about giving up or not being in love anymore," he says, finally looking away from Isabella. "I still love her. But... but she made it clear she needs space."

There's a pause, and Taehyung's grip on the phone tightens, his knuckles turning white.

"I'm just... respecting her boundaries. Even if it's not easy."

There's a slight pause as Jimin processes Taehyung's words, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

On the other end of the call, Jimin sighs heavily. "I understand," he says, his voice tinged with empathy. "But Tae... You need to take care of yourself too. This can't be easy for you either."

Taehyung's voice, when he speaks into the phone, is quieter, the vulnerability in his tone more evident. "I know," he says to Jimin. "It's not easy. But what choice do I have? I can't force her to love me back."

Taehyung's eyes drift back towards Isabella, watching her from afar as she continues overseeing the event preparations. His expression softens for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his face.

Taehyung's attention is suddenly diverted as he sees Joseph approaching Isabella, a sharp pang of jealousy stabbing through him. He watches as the two have a conversation, his fingers subconsciously clenching into a fist.

Taehyung's words come through the phone, his voice strained and his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the exchange between Isabella and Joseph, lets out a low growl. "I told you, I want that bastard dead,"

Jimin, sensing Taehyung's growing agitation, quickly brings the conversation back to the present. "Tae, calm down," he says, his voice gentle yet firm.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, forcing himself to rein in his emotions. "I'm calm, that's why the bastard is still standing there on his legs!" he mutters, but his eyes still remain glued to Isabella and Joseph.

Jimin lets out a soft sigh at Taehyung's comment, his friend's possessive and protective instincts clear in his voice.

Jimin, pausing for a moment, finally speaks up, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Actually, Tae... I need your help. And..."

He trails off, and there's a hint of hesitation in his next words. "Isabella's involved too."

Taehyung's attention is drawn back to the conversation at the mention of Isabella. He tenses, his grip on the phone tightening.