Mine

Chapter 13

Song Recommendation# Cravin' by Stileto, Kendyle Paige

Taehyung was standing in the small fitting room, eyes dark and unreadable, his hand resting against the back wall, his posture a bit too calm.

Her pulse quickened, the dress slipping from her fingers as she stumbled back against the wall, adrenaline, thrill and what not flooded her chest.

"What—" She gasped, but no words came out. The shock of the situation paralyzed her. "H-how did you even got inside? How-"

He didn't speak at first, just stood there, eyes never leaving hers. His presence felt suffocating, like a shadow that had suddenly materialized out of nowhere, a bad dream now standing right before her. She tried to find her voice, but it caught in her throat again. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. Not with him.

His lips parted, but the words came slow and calculated. "I've been watching you"

He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed away, pressing herself into the corner of the stall. Her hand fumbled for the door, but it was too far. Too out of reach.

"And, I know you know. I never thought you'd catch on this quickly" he continued, his tone strangely calm, almost... amused. "But I've been following you for a while now. Watching your every move. I know everything about you. You are not just the girl who slept in my bed, now you are more than that"

The words felt like ice on her skin, a chill spreading from her spine to her fingertips. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could hear was the sound of her rapid heartbeat pounding in her ears.

He was so invested in her? Should it scare her?

She knew nothing about him. And, he knows her too well! She had seen those dark, intense eyes before. In the chaos that followed, something had happened. They had slept together. She hated how she enjoyed every bit of it. Fantasized about the raven haired male whispering those honey coated venomous praises to her with every thrust-

"You..." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, as if savoring the effect he left on her. His lips curved upward into that familiar, chilling smile. "Yes me! Remember me? Afterall, we had a special little bond, didn't we?" He seemed to relish the words, the memory, as if it meant something to him.

Her throat tightened. "You kidnapped me," she choked out. "You thought I was someone else... and then..." Her voice faltered, but the anger started to rise, fighting against the fear. "You... you took advantage of me."

He didn't flinch. If anything, he looked pleased, amused by her outrage. "I didn't take advantage of you, Cherry. You were more than willing." His eyes darkened as he continued. "That night is so engraved in my head, your scent, your touch, the way you screamed me to stop and begged me to fuck you senseless at the same time. Mm~ how can I forget?"

The words hit her like a slap, worse, she couldn't deny them either! It was true, she loved every bit of it. Her heart pounded in her chest, the flood of emotions crashing over her. How could he say that? How could he justify what he did like that? She wanted to scream, to hit him, but she knew better. She had been trapped once before.

"You don't own me" she spat, stepping back, her body moving instinctively. "You don't control me."

He watched her carefully, his gaze narrowing, a smirk never leaving his lips. Taehyung took a step forward, slow and deliberate. "You think you can just walk away from this by quoting "I don't own you"? You think that after everything, you can just forget?" His voice dropped to a low, almost teasing tone. "Oh, Babygirl, its all over your face, you're craving for what I gave you... desperately"