In this gripping tale, our fierce protagonist, named 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐧, finds herself stripped of everything after a devastating divorce. Determined to seek justice for herself and her family, she hits rock bottom, struggling to even put food on t...
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Taehyung clearly had no intention of letting her wiggle out of this one and evade the question. He leaned closer, his presence pressing in on her, his gaze unwavering as he asked again, slower this time, each word deliberate and heavy with meaning. “What about me?” His voice dropped, rough and insistent. “What am I to you, Yn?”
“You…” Yn parted her lips, instinctively wanting to respond, but the words refused to form. Her thoughts tangled together, her heartbeat growing louder in her ears. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, turning the air strangely oppressive.
The atmosphere shifted abruptly—what had once been casual now felt fragile and tense. Taehyung didn’t look away. He kept staring at her, eyes dark with expectation, almost pleading, as if her answer would decide something irreversible. He needed to know—desperately—where he stood in her heart.
He had promised her patience, promised that he would wait, that he wouldn’t force anything. Yet knowing that didn’t ease the ache inside him. He was still restless, still burning with the need for clarity, for reassurance that while she was his entire universe, he wasn’t just another passing figure in her life. He was still dying to know where he stood in the grand scheme of things.
Finally, Yn forced herself to speak, as if the words were being dragged out of her throat against their will. “You are… also my friend.”
The sentence landed on Taehyung like a blunt weapon to the soul. Not a sharp stab—no, this was worse. This was slow, heavy, and humiliating. For a split second, he genuinely wondered if his ears had malfunctioned. 'Friend.'
That single word echoed in his head like it had been shouted inside an empty hall. Friend. Friend. Friend.
Taehyung couldn’t believe it. After everything—near-death situations, shared trauma, unresolved tension, and way too much eye contact—he had just been officially, ceremoniously, and brutally friend-zoned.
Somewhere in the universe, a sad trombone played.
Sensing the immediate and catastrophic shift in his expression, Yn hurriedly continued, words tumbling out in a panic, desperately trying to soften the blow she had just delivered with surgical precision.
“I mean… even though it might be strange for us to be friends, given everything we’ve been through, but—”
“Kimeron Yn.” Taehyung cut her off abruptly, his eyes widening as he shook his head slowly, like a man trying to process a personal betrayal of the highest order. Disbelief, frustration, and a very real are-you-serious-right-now energy were written all over his face.
His voice came out rough, helpless, completely stripped of its usual control. “Do you really think,” he asked, almost incredulous, “that I’m willing to stay as your friend?”
The word tasted bitter on his tongue—like he had just been demoted from potential life partner to emotional support side character.
The question hung heavily in the air, laced with unspoken desire, possessiveness, and a warning she couldn’t quite decipher yet—but one that promised this conversation was far from over.
