If POSSESSIVENESS is the outcome of true LOVE then ANGER is the outcome of true CARE.
But very few realize it...
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"If something happens to the property, the mafia is to be eliminated."
My jaw dropped, listening to the male's harsh words.
"If...
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Three months later, everyone knew us by the names Gabriella Martinez and Troy Butera. I'm not sure why Taehyung insisted in both of us having spanish surnames especially when Taehyung looked one hundred percent korean.
We still went by our real names in private though, which I didn't plan on changing. Not to mention that I cracked up every time I called Taehyung by his 'fake' name.
Everything seemed to go perfect. Taehyung and I had rented an average sized apartment right in the center of Berlin, which we could afford by Taehyung's savings and me working part time in a club.
Serving drinks to pedophilic men and occasionally earning nasty compliments about my 'sexy body' wasn't really something I was fond of. Nevertheless, companies usually didn't accept someone with only little knowledge about the local language, so working as a bartender in a night club seemed to be quite alright. No one cared whether I spoke German or not as long as I handed them their junk.
Taehyung tried convincing me to not apply there and even now, after a few months, he still complains every time I go there and usually accompanied me to make sure I was safe.
He was really protective in general though and I would lie if I said that there was no electricity between us. I tried to fight it, I tried to escape it, but I could no longer deny it.
I had fallen for Taehyung.
To say that I felt miserable for feeling such things when I had recently left Jimin to start a new life was a misunderstanding. That's why I tried denying my feelings for my childhood friend in the first place. However, I came to the conclusion that starting a new life away from Jimin concluded moving on from him. How was I supposed to live normally when he constantly hunted my thoughts?
That's why I eventually allowed my feelings to take over. Now it was up to what the future held in store for us. I was willing to let it guide me.
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