THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

78|HELLO AGAIN...TAEHYUNG!~

Their steps echoed through the quiet hallway of their office building. Taehyung led the way confidently, his stride sure, his presence commanding yet unhurried.

Isabella followed closely behind, the cadence of her high heels against the marble floor adding a crisp rhythm to their journey. She carried herself with a sense of poise, her shoulders squared and back straight- the perfect picture of unwavering assurance.

As they approached the door to his office, Taehyung turned to glance over his shoulder, his gaze locking with hers for a brief moment. A subtle smirk toyed at the corner of his lips.

Taehyung stepped fully into the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the scene- Jimin rigid on the couch, posture tight with unease, and the girl sitting between them like an unspoken storm.

His jaw clenched.

He didn't recognise her at first- not until she slowly turned her head, just slightly, revealing the curve of a familiar cheekbone, the tilt of a chin he hadn't seen in years.

No.

Not here. Not now.

Isabella moved beside him, sensing the shift in his energy- the way his body tensed like coiled wire. She remained silent but alert, her eyes flicking between Jimin and the woman whose presence had just shattered their carefully built peace.

A heavy silence hung in the air- thick with history.

And then...

The woman stood up slowly, turning to face them fully. Her lips curled into a faint smile- one that didn't reach her cold eyes.

"Hello again...Taehyung."

Taehyung's jaw clenched harder, the muscle ticking beneath his skin as the girl turned fully- her face now unmistakable in the soft office light.

Eunha.

The name slithered through his mind like a curse he'd tried to bury.

Memories surged- university days, her relentless pursuit, the way she'd corner him after lectures with trembling smiles and too-long stares. He hadn't been cruel- he'd been clear. Cold, even. But she never took no for an answer. Letters in his locker, calls from blocked numbers, and once even finding her asleep outside his apartment door.

He'd cut all ties when he graduated.

Or so he thought.

"Taehyung..." Jimin whispered again, stepping forward urgently, eyes darting between Taehyung and Eunha like a man trying to stop a bomb from exploding. "She just wanted to talk- she said it was important- I didn't know she'd show up like this- "

Taehyung raised a hand- silent.

One movement.

And Jimin froze.

His gaze never left hers.

"You shouldn't be here," Taehyung said lowly- the words sharp as glass shards wrapped in silk.

Eunha smiled then- a slow, fragile thing that didn't touch her cold eyes.

"But I am," she whispered softly. And I'm not leaving until you listen."

A beat passed.

Then Isabella stepped forward- one smooth move beside Taehyung- and locked eyes with the woman who dared disrupt their world.

Her voice? Calm.

Her presence? Unshakable.

"Then say what you came to say," Isabella said evenly. "And leave."