THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-67|I LOVE YOU~

Taehyung exuded an air of determination, his mind fixated on rushing back to Korea and to Isabella.

As the other attendees in the meeting room signed the deal, Taehyung sat impatiently waiting for his turn. Anxiously, his eyes kept darting towards the clock on the wall. Time seemed to move slower than usual, each second feeling like an eternity. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand, his mind consumed with thoughts of Isabelle.

Taehyung was just about to sign the document when Jimin burst into the room, demanding everyone's attention. Jimin approached him, panting and looking visibly agitated. He leaned in and whispered something urgently, causing Taehyung's tight grip on his pen to loosen.

Jimin addressed the attendees with a composed demeanor despite the suddenness. "The deal will have to be put on hold for now, thank you." Jimin then took Soo-min's arm and swiftly left the room, leaving behind a mix of confusion and anticipation among the attendees.

Soo-min looked baffled, her confusion evident in her expression. "Jimin, what's going on?" she implored, hoping for a clear explanation. Jimin, still visibly tense, sighed before replying, "I'll explain later. We need to hurry."

Jimin quickly interjected, cutting off her question. "Last night, Isabella had an accident," he revealed, a mix of worry and urgency in his voice.

Taehyung burst into the hospital, his eyes misted with tears as he fought to catch his breath. He rushed through the corridors, desperately seeking answers. Coming across Max and Louie standing outside, he halted, trying to steady himself enough to speak. "Where...is...she?" he managed to utter between gasps.

Taehyung's heart sank as he noticed Louie standing before him, his clothes stained with blood. Every fiber of his being knew that it was Isabella's blood, a chilling realization that fueled the fear coursing through his veins.

Louie's voice was strained as he relayed the information to Taehyung, his words barely above a whisper. "She's okay now," he said. "The car crash didn't cause major damage. It could have been worse. She just has some broken bones and a few cuts and stitches on her forehead."

Louie continued, "It was all plnned." The words hit Taehyung like a punch in the gut, and anger surged within him. His fingers clenching into a tight fist as his eyes darkened, as he fought to restrain his emotions. "Planned?!" he spat out.

Louie nodded, his voice choked with raw emotion as he recalled the event. "If I hadn't gotten there on time, they would have kill-," he groaned, clutching his hands as the memory of the scene flooded his mind with raw intensity.

Taehyung's voice was strained with anger, his request filled with desperation. "Can I see her?" he asked, his breath coming in short, ragged puffs as he tried to steady his racing heart.

As Taehyung burst into the room, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, he found Isabella standing near the bed, leaning against the nurse for support. Before she could even process what was happening, he rushed forward, hugging her tightly, causing her to stumble. Time seemed to stand still as he held onto her, the world fading into the background, nurse left the room providing them privacy.

He gripped her so tightly that she feared she might crumble, but they stood motionless, their bodies pressed together, she winced internally as her wounds made contact with his body, eliciting a brief hiss from her lips.

Before she could respond, She felt his body shaking slightly, and a soft, trembling sound caught her attention — it was the sound of his sobbing.

Tears began to well in her eyes as well, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions. She could feel the warm wetness of his tears seeping into her shoulder, the weight of his emotions palpable in the air.