LOVE VS OBSESSION?
"You said you loved me, but I only ever felt caged."
Y/N never wanted to fall for someone like him-mysterious, broken, dangerous. But Kim Taehyung wasn't just a boy with demons. He was a storm she couldn't resist... until his love...
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Y/n's Pov
The café shimmered beneath soft fairy lights, Jennie’s voice carried warmth, “This place is famous— for boba and beauty both.” Her eyes sparkled, teasing, and knowing my love for that sweet drink,
she added, “Let’s explore it, for you.”
“Really? Boba?” I lit up, heart fluttering with small, sugary joy.
Jennie winked— the kind of wink that feels like home. Jisoo, meanwhile, was elsewhere, eyes locked on her screen.
“Yah, Jisoo,” I chided, playfully pouty. “Girls' day out, remember? Why the phone?”
Jennie giggled. “She’s tracking the cake she made for Namjoon oppa. Custom, of course.”
“Oh, are we heading there after this?” Jisoo nodded, “Yes, girl. It’s his birthday—surprise style.”
We found a cozy corner, sunbeams spilling like honey on the flee. As we waited, Jisoo left to meet the delivery.
Jennie and I drifted through soft conversation, until I remembered— “Did you reply to Jimin? He’s been calling since yesterday. He must be worried.”
Jennie’s face melted into affection. “He really was… such a sweetheart.”
Just then her phone buzzed. “Speak of the angel—he’s calling. Be right back.” She left with a smile.
I sat alone, taking in the soft pastels of the space, the comforting hum of chatter, the gentle aroma of brewed tea and cinnamon.
Then— a laugh. Low. Familiar. My heart stilled. That laugh... it can’t be.
As I stepped toward the counter, the voice came again—closer now, almost behind me. My pulse quickened, a memory whispered in my bones.
I turned— Only to meet the eyes of a stranger.
Not him. Not him
A quiet ache settled in my chest. Y/n, stop, I told myself. Stop letting your mind play these games with your heart.
The barista called , “Ma’am, your drink is ready.”
I moved forward, shaking off the haze. Stretched on tiptoe, reaching for the cup— when a voice, velvet-soft, cut through the moment:
“Let me help you.”
A hand appeared, lifting the drink. And as I turned— the world tilted.
