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After two long, harrowing days inside Kim Taehyung's lavishly customised private jet—fitted with everything but freedom—you finally landed. The air outside should've felt like a breath of relief, but it burned like betrayal.
The private island off the coast of Cuba was nothing short of breathtaking. From the vast aerial view, it looked like a paradise stolen from a dream—glistening turquoise waters gently kissed the edges of pure white sand, while the modernised mansion sat like a crown jewel in the middle of it all.
Sprawled across acres, the mansion was an architectural marvel—glass walls stretching sky-high, allowing sunlight to pierce every inch of its golden interiors. Infinity pools melted into the ocean's edge. A helipad rested beside a towering fountain that never stopped flowing. The garden paths were lined with exotic flowers from around the world, and state-of-the-art tech buzzed quietly in the walls, watching and controlling everything. You were living in luxury.
A palace... No, a prison disguised as paradise.
And yet, here you were—sitting on the cold marble floor of a hallway that probably cost more than your entire childhood home, your knees pulled tightly to your chest, face hidden in the hollow between your thighs. No velvet, no chandelier, no marble could ease the ache swelling inside you.
The room was quiet... too quiet.
Your sobs were silent now, the kind of silence that comes after too much crying. The silence that remains when a soul is screaming from within, but the body is too exhausted to make a sound.
All you could think about... was him. Your Tae Bear.
That boy with sunshine in his eyes and stars in his laugh. The one who held your hand when you were afraid of the dark. The one who used to give out his ice cream into your bowl not because he had alot resting in his refrigerator but because he cares and loves you alot. The one who stood like a shield between you and the world when Jungkook left for the States, leaving you behind.
And the worst part?
When you first woke up on the jet—after you remembered everything—you wanted to hug him. You wanted to cry into his chest and tell him, "I remember you." Because he was the warmest part of your childhood. A piece of home you didn't know you still had.
But fate had other plans.
Because when you looked into his eyes... it wasn't Tae Bear who looked back.
It was Taehyung—cold, obsessed, dangerous. A man so consumed by twisted love and long-harbored betrayal that he'd burned every bridge to get to you.
