His Addiction || KIM TAEHYUNG - [#2 of Mafia series]

EP 12

I froze. Those words were laced with something more than just curiosity, an edge to them, a possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned around slowly, my eyes meeting Taehyung's. His gaze was intense, almost dangerous, as he stared at Sehun's hand still holding mine.

Kdrama scene?

Shit. This isn't good. My heart pounded so loud that I could barely hear myself think, as Taehyung took a step closer and closer, his eyes never leaving mine. The air was thick with some charged something in the atmosphere that I couldn't quite place a name to but most definitely felt.

Sehun, who had absolutely no idea, snickered lightly and let out a weak squeeze on my hand. "Hey, Nabi-ya, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

 Taehyung's jaw clenched and the smile he gave was anything but friendly. It was cold, barely hiding the storm brewing inside him. Oh, no. This is not going to end well.

 "I'm not just a friend," he said, his voice low, dripping with something that made Sehun pause, his smile fading. WAIT WHAT!

Fuck, this was bad. Really bad. I tried pulling my hand away, attempting to diffuse whatever was happening here, but Taehyung's gaze pinned me in place. It felt like dark pools pulling me inside, keeping me immobile.

"Taehyung," I tried repeating after him, my voice shaking as I tried to smooth over the situation, "This is Sehun. He's just a—"

"Just a what?" Taehyung cut him off, his eyes darting to where Sehun's hand still held mine before going up to my face. There was nothing subtle about the warning in his eyes and I knew I walked a very fine line.

And before I could utter another word, Taehyung moved in, closer and closer, until his presence overwhelmed me. He didn't have to say a word; it was in his actions, and they screamed "Back off."

Sehun finally caught on, letting my hand go as he looked between the two of us in confusion. "Uh-I guess I'll catch up with you later, Nabi," he muttered awkwardly before he beat a hasty retreat.

I barely had time to breathe before Taehyung's hand found mine, firmly clasping it, but not painfully so. He didn't say anything, just looked at me with that same intense gaze, like wanting to read my every thought, my every feeling.

Crap, what am I to do now? I was in so much trouble, Sehun you moron I'll see tomorrow. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. I stood there, my heart racing, as Taehyung drew me a little closer, his eyes not leaving mine. What the hell had just happened?

The next thing I knew, Taehyung was dragging me toward his car. I barely had time to process what was happening before he opened the passenger door and practically shoved me inside. My heart was still racing as I settled into the seat, trying to make sense of everything.

Taehyung climbed into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him. The engine roared to life as he started the car, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought it might snap.

Holy crap, what is happening? I stared at him, trying to figure out what to say, but the words just wouldn't come. The tension in the car was suffocating, thick enough to choke on.

He didn't say anything, didn't even look at me. His focus was entirely on the road ahead, but the way he was gripping that steering wheel, I could tell he was struggling to keep it together.

Shit, I've never seen him like this. My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. Should I say something? Apologize? Explain? But explain what? I hadn't even done anything wrong—at least, I didn't think I had.

I swallowed hard, stealing a glance at his face. His expression was hard, and unreadable, but there was something in his eyes, something dark and fierce that made my stomach twist in knots.

"Taehyung," I finally managed to whisper, my voice shaking, "what are you doing?"

He didn't answer, didn't even acknowledge I'd spoken. Instead, he pressed harder on the gas, speeding up as if he was trying to outrun whatever was going on inside his head.

Fuck, this is bad. I felt like I was trapped, completely at his mercy, and it scared the hell out of me. I had no idea what he was thinking, what he was going to do next, and that uncertainty was eating me alive.

Taehyung's Pov

The moment that guy—Sehun, was it?—said, "I'm her friend," something snapped inside me. Friend? Is that what he thinks I am to her? Huh. My blood boiled at the thought. The way he casually held her hand, the way she smiled at him like that—it made me see red. Does he really think he has a place in her life like that?

I couldn't stand it. The idea of anyone else being close to her, touching her, even talking to her like they had a right—it was enough to drive me insane. That bastard had no idea who he was dealing with.

I didn't even realize what I was doing until I had her in my car, the door slamming shut behind us. My hands were on the steering wheel, gripping it so tightly my knuckles turned white. My jaw was clenched, every muscle in my body tensed as I tried to keep my emotions in check.

But it was hard. Too damn hard. All I could think about was how she looked at him, how she smiled at him. She was mine. She didn't know it yet, but she was, and I wasn't going to let anyone come between us.

Not now. Not ever.

I couldn't even look at her right now, couldn't trust myself to speak without losing it completely. The anger was too raw, too powerful. I needed to cool down, needed to get a grip before I did something I'd regret.

But the more I tried to calm down, the more I felt the possessiveness clawing at me, demanding that I make it clear to her—and to everyone else—that she belonged to me.

Should I kill him? The thought crossed my mind as I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye.

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