She was a happy and cheerful teen. He was a cunning and ruthless, who had been hunting her elder sister for years. She wanted to make him pay for what he did to her sister. In search of the suspect she discovered shocking secrets and hidden truths t...
"The right person, the wrong time.... the right script, the wrong line.... the right poem, the wrong rhyme.... and a piece of you, that was never mine."
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Taehyung: I worked day and night, built an empire, fought battles I never wanted to fight... all I was missing was you. And now that I have you in front of me, I can't lose you again. I won't let that happen. I'm not ready for it.
He held your hand softly, his voice wavered at the last words. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in slow circles, a silent plea. Your breath hitched.
You knew Taehyung was intense, that when he loved, he loved with everything he had. But marriage this fast? It wasn't fast. Not for him. Not when he had been waiting, planning, yearning for a future with you for years. But for you... perhaps you were never ready for it.
You hesitated. Not because you didn't love him, not because you didn't want this—but because it felt so sudden, so overwhelming. Your mind was spinning, drowning in emotions too heavy to untangle.
Taehyung saw the hesitation flicker across your face. His jaw tensed, his shoulders stiffened, but his fingers never let go of yours. He let out a shaky breath before speaking, softer this time.
Taehyung: Tell me what's on your mind.
Your lips parted, but the words felt stuck in your throat. You weren't sure where to begin. Would he understand? Would he wait if you needed more time? Sensing your turmoil, he stood up, putting back the ring inside his pocket, he gently cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you were forced to look into his eyes.
Taehyung: Y/n...Are you scared?
He murmured, his gaze searching yours. You swallowed hard.
Y/n: I... I don't know.
He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice cracked slightly, making your heart ache.
Taehyung: I won't pressure you. I just— I just need to know if you want this. If you want... me.
Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. Of course, you wanted him. You wanted this. You wanted marriage, wanted love, wanted a family—children running through the halls, laughter echoing through a home filled with warmth. You wanted late-night conversations, waking up next to someone who adored you, sharing your life with a person who knew every part of you and still chose to stay. But nothing could have prepared you for this moment—for the sheer weight of his words, for the sincerity in his eyes as he looked up at you, waiting.
A lump formed in your throat, making it hard to breathe. Your vision blurred as tears welled up, one by one spilling over and trailing down your cheeks. No matter how hard you tried to contain them, they kept falling—silent, warm, filled with emotions you could no longer suppress.
Taehyung's expression shifted in an instant. The confidence he held earlier shattered the moment he saw the tears cascading down your face. His brows knitted together in panic, his hands hovering slightly as if unsure whether to hold you or give you space.
